Desert Magician's Duology Series

A deluxe, expanded edition of an out-of-print early novel from Africanfuturist luminary Nnedi Okorafor, with a brand-new introduction from the author. Niger, West Africa, 2074 It is an era of tainted technology and mysterious mysticism. A great change has happened all over the planet, and the laws of physics aren't what they used to be. Within all this, I introduce you to Ejii Ugabe, a child of the worst type of politician. Back when she was nine years old, she was there as her father met his end. Don't waste your tears on him: this girl's father would throw anyone under a bus to gain power. He was a cruel, cruel man, but even so, Ejii did not rejoice at his departure from the world. Children are still learning that some people don't deserve their love. Now fifteen years old and manifesting the abilities given to her by the strange Earth, Ejii decides to go after the killer of her father. Is it for revenge or something else? You will have to find out in this book. I am the Desert Magician, and this is a novel I have conjured for you, so I'm certainly not going to just tell you here.

Niger, West Africa, 2077 I am the Desert Magician; I bring water where there is none. This book begins with Dikeogu Obidimkpa slowly losing his mind. Yes, that boy who can bring rain just by thinking about it is having some . . . issues. Years ago, Dikeogu went on an epic journey to save Earth with the shadow speaker girl, Ejii Ubaid, who became his best friend. When it was all over, they went their separate ways, but now he's learned their quest never really ended at all. So Dikeogu, more powerful than ever, reunites with Ejii. He records this story as an audiofile, hoping it will help him keep his sanity or at least give him something to leave behind. Smart kid, but it won't work-or will it? I can tell you this: it won't be like before. Our rainmaker and shadow speaker have changed. And after this, nothing will ever be the same again. As they say, "Onye amaro ebe nmili si bido mabaya ama ama onye nyelu ya akwa oji welu ficha aru." Or, "If you do not remember where the rain started to beat you, you will not remember who gave you the towel with which to dry your body."