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Wedding Bells or Magic Spells? Katie Chandler's wedding day is coming soon, and she and Owen Palmer have a lot to do to make sure the event is magical. That makes this a very bad time for rumors about magic to be hitting the general public, even the television news. The secret about magic has been safe for centuries, but can it survive an era of cell phone cameras and the Internet? As Katie delves deeper into an online anti-magic underground movement, she starts to suspect that there's something more going on.
Someone in the magical world is trying to expose magic to ordinary people. The fallout for the magical world could be devastating, and without the restrictions to keep magic out of the public eye, unscrupulous wizards might run amok. Worst of all, the culprit is trying to pin it all on Owen, who makes a handy scapegoat. Katie's got to track down and stop the plot—and fast. Unfortunately, it also meant that I felt totally useless.
It turned out that I just hated marketing. It was a nice break from keeping the books or working the cash register. But what else could I do? She was as bored as I was, and she dealt with it by talking to me. I went to my desk and surfed Internet news sites. It was bad that I actually hoped to find signs of trouble. Then there was no point procrastinating further, so I did the one major task on my to-do list for the day, writing a new ad for the magical training program my friend Rod Gwaltney was putting together.
I came up with three different concepts, annotated them, and e-mailed them to him. The ring of the telephone was the only thing that kept my forehead from hitting my desk. I was right the first time, more or less. The wording is slightly different, but the important parts are the same. There are a lot of other things it could mean.
Imagine what could happen if some unsuspecting customer bought it. No, he said with a sigh.
It could be dangerous. This thing, it wants to be used, and it will draw people to it.
Even nonmagical people will want to possess it. Only magical immunes will be safe around it. He was just locking the manuscript away in its safe when I burst through the doorway. Ready to go? I asked between gasps of breath. But it would be a public relations nightmare if somebody tried to use this thing to take over the world. It would be embarrassing if I messed up the translation or the interpretation. Then Merlin will have to figure out what to do about it.
We took the subway uptown and then walked a couple of blocks to the jewelry store. As we entered, a polite salesman met us.
http://ssllabel-api.wecan-group.com/waxev-citas-en.php He took in the two of us walking hand in hand and said, Our engagement rings are on the second floor. The elevator is right this way. Something in rare gems. It was too much for coincidence that a member of a magical race was there. The elf was fair-haired—and highlighted, I guessed—with his hair blow-dried back from his face. Every item of clothing he wore bore a designer logo, and it was mostly in pastel shades.
He was talking about a Celtic-style golden brooch. We did have something like that come in just yesterday, the salesman said. Only, it has a gemstone set in it, a star sapphire. Oh, it definitely has a stone in it, a rather beautiful one. So very, very beautiful. He turned to the elf. Is it of elven creation? Ah, so you do see my true appearance, the elf said, giving a slight bow. I am Lyle Redvers. I seek the Knot of Arnhold, which has been lost to my people for centuries.
I had a vision of it here today. The Knot? Owen asked.
Supposedly, anyone who wears it is practically invulnerable. The salesman returned, looking distressed. Was this the piece you were looking for? He showed us a printed digital photo of a golden brooch made of interlocked rings with a globe of sapphire set in the middle. Owen and Lyle the elf both gasped so hard that it seemed to suck all the air out of the room. Yes, that is it, the elf said to the salesman, his voice shaking.
I must have it.
That piece was purchased this morning, almost as soon as we opened for business. His voice broke in a sob. We lost it. Then he pulled himself together with some effort and said stiffly, Is there something else I can show you? We do have several other brooches of similar design.
His voice trembled again, and there was a loud, wailing sob from the vault area. A bedraggled saleswoman with a blotchy, tear-stained face staggered out, grabbed the photo from the salesman, clutched it against her chest, then stumbled back to the vault, still wailing loudly. No, no thank you, the elf said, backing cautiously away from the counter, his hands clenching and unclenching.
Then he turned and moved toward the elevator. Owen and I went after him. Who would be so crazy? Look at the way the sales staff is acting.
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The salesman had joined the wailing saleswoman, and their sobs carried throughout the store. The problem is that both the Knot and the Eye are currently in the possession of someone else. Owen sighed wearily. Is what true? Owen spread his hands helplessly. None whatsoever. I want to keep this thing out of the wrong hands.
I need to report this to my boss. This could be a touchy situation. The elf nodded again, as if in agreement, and then, moving almost too quickly for the human eye to see, he darted away and jumped into an elevator just as the doors opened.