The Dark Side: The Magicians

By Rachel Lawson

Really dark  The Magicians Omibus

 

 

Includes:

The Lord Of Hell,

In Your Dreams,

There Is Only One Masked Chicken,

Charon? Thanatos? What?

The Alien Abduction,

The Innocent Killer,

The Necromancer Goes to Jail,

Danse Macabre,

The Last Dance,

The Grudge,

and OlderMort

 

• Language: English
• Publisher: Rachel Lawson
• Release date: Feb 26, 2023
• ISBN: 9798215435250

Rachel Lawson

Rachel is a lover of gothic poetry and the stories of Emilly Dickensen, Poe, and other poets and writers. she writes in a gothic sometimes romantic, and somewhat eclectic style. She likes to do a good job in whatever she does, and she tried her hand from amateur Magic to designing objects for 3d printing. She has loved writing since primary school at high school she wrote plays and wrote short stories and made her essays look like books she has been in training for quite a while. She first wrote about the magicians in her teens. She devised Stand and Deliver: In The Moonlight in her 20's as a short story and re-wrote the story in her 40's. She wrote poetry and story into her 20's and took a break from writing for a few years while she helped out as a stage assistant in a local theatre. In her 30's she discovered Allpoetry.com and has written there ever since. She loves to write books, has podcasts and even made audiobooks. She wrote Vivienne and the reaper her tale of life, love and death as a collections of poems for Allpoetry contests and added them together into one collected short story. Rachel is a poet-writer versed in prose as much as she is rhyme. She loves to weave words and for the most part has no idea where the words are leading her to, she finds it the fun way to write. In author's words on her writing style from her poem The Flow of Magical Words. "I love words, which pour easily from my pen, when I put pen to paper a world of words does open, it flows on the page it's soul mate, though no one can read the scrawl of words which well inside and opens a gate, out comes beauty, rhymes of passion, sage words and gloom, rhyming poem, deathly prose dark as the hand of doom, the right word is magic in my hand, like a lover sigh lightly fanned." Videos are readings of her poems. Rachel's poems are on google play music and iTunes music also on amazon digital music in audio and Kobo too. Rachel is also webmaster to her own poetry website rachellawsonpoet.yolasite.com/ contact her via email there. Rachel is a distant relative and big fan of the famous but little know writer Fanny Burney who wrote Evelina who inspired Jane Austin. To learn of her google her name to find her book look on amazon she's every where.

Book preview

The Magicians: The Dark Side

Rachel Lawson

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The Lord Of Hell

AH PEACE AND QUIET finally, said Blake Alexander sitting peacefully.

A blood-curdling scream broke the silence. Damn! Bloody tortured souls, why do they always have to scream? Blake grumbled to himself.

Hey Dad what are you doing in hell? asked a grim reaper his son the Necromancer.

Go away boy I need peace, grumbled Blake.

Since when was Hell peaceful? the Necromancer said.

I'm getting away from Dante, said Blake.

Why? You love work, said the Necromancer.

Not as much as he does, said Blake.

No one likes work as much as him, said the Necromancer.

Gald you understand, said Blake. Another soul screamed out in pain in the darkness.  You've got another happy customer,  said the Necromancer sarcastically of the screamer.

Yes. boy, I will see you here as another happy customer too one day, said Blake.

Keep dreaming, Dad, said the Necromancer laughing.

Nice to see you have a sense of humour, boy, said Blake smiling.

Sometimes all one can have is a sense to keep one sane. said the Necromancer.

You sane? that's news to me, said Blake, you sent half of them down here. The Necromancer had killed half of the people as fate's assassin of the very bad.

You sent them all here! Oh Lord of Hell, said the Necromancer to Blake, the Judge of the dead.

There were more screams.

This is like a drinking game down here, you drink every time you hear a scream and you'd be drunk in no time flat, said the Necromancer jesting.

You drink and fall flat on your face if you like somewhere else, I'm meditating, said Blake.

Meditating that's another definition that I am not familiar with, said the Necromancer. Blake was listening to music, rather gloomy music in total darkness.

Of course not you're a psychopathic serial killer,  said Blake.

That cuts, dad, I'm not psychopathic, said the Necromancer cut to the quick.

You admit you're a serial killer? said Blake.

No that's what the police say I am, the Necromancer said, I'm just misunderstood.

By you, said Blake.

Ouch,  said the Necromancer

In the pitch-black room walked another reaper.

Necromancer you are distracting him from his important work go back to your office, Blake, you can't waste time here, said the reaper Dante.

Blake moaned frustratedly.

He doesn't need me to distract him, it's noisy down here, said the Necromancer.

"Yes, he's freaking out the residents down here with