Steve the Mighty: Legends of Steve the Wizard Episode 1

By Brett P. S.

Crazy science flings IT specialist Steve Palmer into a distant future where everybody believes in magic and STILL nobody knows how to check if their computer is plugged in. Without his own magic to aid him, Steve must seek out the aid of fantasy creatures great and small ... and potential love interests, to find out how he landed in Alestra and what he can do to make his new life worth living.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Brett P. S.
• Release date: Jun 29, 2019
• ISBN: 9780463303429

Brett P. S.

Brett Sawyer (1986), born in Old Saybrook, Connecticut, is an indie author who writes short stories & novellas, from science fiction to heroes. He graduated from Eastern Illinois University in 2015 with a Bachelor’s in education and currently teaches game design at Lake Land College.Short Change arrived at retailers in November of 2014, the start of a hero series where ordinary people gained powers over oddly specific domains, following the story of a shorter than average hero who can telekinetically manipulate small units of currency.Short Change is free on “smashwords.com/profile/view/BrettPS” and Barnes & Noble along with other samples and short fiction.Brett’s popular releases in science fiction include “Dark Station” and “Tales from the Colony: An Interstellar Saga.” Dark Station is a deep space thriller set aboard an abandoned orbital science station where Ben Gebbley and his crew secretly investigate the disappearance of the original staff before others come to claim the lost assets.

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Table of Contents

PROLOGUE

CHAPTER 1

CHAPTER 2

CHAPTER 3

CHAPTER 4

CHAPTER 5

CHAPTER 6

CHAPTER 7

CHAPTER 8

CHAPTER 9

EPILOGUE

Prologue

Torn A’Tsundere

Avalon War Machine, Eastern Dead Lands

In the Dead Lands, men bore tears of blood and bone.  In the Dead Lands, men died alone, with nobody to blame but their own hubris.  Raging spirits roared toward the heavens as fighters clashed steel and Aura in a battle to the bitter death.  Blood spilled on this cracked, dry patch of soil for the first time in two hundred years and it would not be the last by the grace of the next lout who called himself a House Lord. 

Forta Gravitas, blade of the ancients and doom of the lesser souls who dared to stand in her way, cut a swath through gut and bone.  Her tail quivered and her ears twitched.  She tightened her grip on Mercy and Salvation, two hulking hunks of iron fashioned into edgeless blades.  She swung down and cracked the soil, sending rivers of shockwaves that rippled the Auras of lesser men. 

She leaped forward and cleaved through twenty fighters in one lashing cut that severed spines.  Blood washed across Mercy.  Salvation cleaved through another pair of fighters who tried to parry the blow.  Blood spattered on her boots as she darted through the aftermath of a House war far outside the boundaries of the lush lands her ancestors had settled centuries ago in the first age.

Winds whipped at her tail and lashed at her blackened hair.  Forta whistled a tune and kept moving forward, her gaze focused, searching.  Where did you run off to Lexi?  Forta stopped at a modest impasse.  She’d begun to attract attention, it seemed.  It wasn’t what she wanted right now, but on the other hand …

She slammed Mercy into the soil and hoisted Salvation across her shoulder as a platoon of able-bodied soldiers surrounded her.  She bit her lip.  Fifty.  Not exactly a warm up.  She rolled her eyes.

Are we doing this or what?

She let go of Mercy and gestured with one finger to bring on the pain.  As if on her command, twenty men rushed her, thirty more to either flank.  The tactics of cowards.  Well, they did their homework on Beast Kin at least, so that was saying something.  However …

She grabbed and threw Mercy through the stockpile of soldiers heading toward her and leaped through the chasm she’d carved out.  Forta landed on her feet with poise, picking up her weapon and racing onward to a rocky outcropping.  She ran until her lungs burned and her legs finally grew tired.  Forta had caught a glimpse of it, the sight of Lexi strolling right through the quarry beside the battleground.  Avalon’s House Lord paid her for each kill, but the contract was null and void if so much as a migraine befell his precious empath.