The Wizard's Touch

By Alice Brown

'The Wizard's Touch' (1906) is a short story by American playwright and novelist, Alice Brown.Jerome Wilmer is an artist who returned from his travels to find Mary, the girl he loves, engaged to another. Determined to get her back, he must find a way to win her hand before it's too late.This sentimental love story is perfect for fans of romantic fiction and the tangled web of relationships.-

• Language: English
• Publisher: SAGA Egmont
• Release date: Feb 16, 2023
• ISBN: 9788728119167

Alice Brown

I am a retired military wife and homeschool teacher. My daughter initially talked me into writing. While eating lunch at the local Wendy's, I mentioned my favorite vampire television series had just been canceled, and how disappointed I was.Her response: Mom, why don't you write a vampire book?My response: I wouldn't even know where to begin.And that is how it all started. By the time the meal was finished, we used every scrap of paper and available napkin to plot out our first story.Today, we often collaborate on our story ideas to open new worlds in the sci-fi, fantasy, paranormal, and romance books.

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Alice Brown

The Wizard's Touch

SAGA Egmont

The Wizard's Touch

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Jerome Wilmer sat in the garden, painting in a background, with the carelessness of ease. He seemed to be dabbing little touches at the canvas, as a spontaneous kind of fun not likely to result in anything serious, save, perhaps, the necessity of scrubbing them off afterwards, like a too adventurous child. Mary Brinsley, in her lilac print, stood a few paces away, the sun on her hair, and watched him.

Paris is very becoming to you, she said at last.

What do you mean? asked Wilmer, glancing up, and then beginning to consider her so particularly that she stepped aside, her brows knitted, with an admonishing,

Look out! you'll get me into the landscape.

You're always in the landscape. What do you mean about Paris?

"You look so—so travelled, so equal to any place, and