The Wizardry Consulted (Wiz, Book 4)
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Computer programmer extraordinaire "Wiz" Zumwalt, the man who mastered magic, has been taken prisoner by the dragons, who demand a piece of the magical action. What's a Wiz to do?
your opportunity. But," and he stepped close to the bars and wagged his finger under Wiz's nose, "we expect results. We only pay for results." The fact that he didn't haggle over the price told Wiz the mayor didn't expect him to complete the assignment successfully. "Plus room and board, while I work," Wiz said. The mayor opened his mouth to object, caught the mood of the council and merely nodded. "Oh yes, I'll need a local assistant." Hendrick didn't look pleased. "Don't know that I can
his way upstairs. Since he still didn't have a handle on the dragon problem, much less the more immediate stuff, he relied on routine. Maybe something would come to him while he worked. The first order of business, Wiz decided, was to set up a workroom. In the back of his mind he knew that a programmer's work space wasn't really appropriate to someone who was supposed to be a consultant on dragons, but it didn't really matter. It would make the place more homey and help him think about his real
"Oh sorrow! Oh alack!" "Oh tell the ninny to look in the flour barrel," Widder Hackett said. "That's usually where she's hidden it when she can't find it." "Uh, have you looked in the flour barrel?" Mrs. Grimmen stopped in mid-wail. "Why would I do a silly thing like that?" "Well, maybe that's where you left the bracelet." The woman looked at him like he was crazy. "I didn't leave it anywhere. It was stolen from me. Oh woe! Oh woe!" "Look, just go home and look in the flour barrel, okay?"
first Wiz thought someone had died. Then His Honor produced a well-used handkerchief from his sleeve and blew his nose again. Wiz invited the man in. As they crossed the threshold Malkin was just coming up from the kitchen. They eyed each other with mutual distaste for a moment and the mayor put a protective hand on his chain of office. "You wanted to see me, Your Honor?" Wiz asked, as much to break the tension as anything else. "I came to warn you, Wizard." He stopped, his face screwed up and
guard. The sheriff was nearly beside himself with fury. "This is an outrage! A complete outrage against the majesty of the law." He was bouncing up and down and his face was so red Wiz was afraid he was going to have a stroke. He decided it was time to pour some oil on the water. "Look sheriff, you can see there's nothing on that desk but papers. No stolen property, right? Now I'm sorry the demon hurt you, but I'm sure he won't do it again. Why don't you and your men go down into the kitchen