Self exiled from her family of traders in mystical goods and services on her 23rd birthday, the Friendship Magician must make her way in the world: meeting a Scandinavian werewolf, a business minded minotaur, an air elemental with a taste for smutty stories, Canadian elves, an incompetent valkyrie, and the one creature she was always told to never deal with.
Blending an economic view of the value of friendships with a coming-of-age story in an urban fantasy setting, this book will appeal to fans of Jim Butcher, Charles de Lint, and Neil Gaiman.
Genre: FICTION / Fantasy / Urban LifeBest Sellers Rank: #1,268,777 in Kindle Store (See Top 100 in Kindle Store)
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My twenty-third birthday party was a lot like my brother’s had been. He’s the “Merchant Magician”. You may have read his silly book a couple of years back. In it, he claims he saved the world in a way that no one can verify, which seems awfully sus to me. He gets grumpy when I tease him about it. He also worked out a business deal with a colony of dwarves up in Iceland that really impressed my father.
Our family, who have traded mystical goods and services for centuries, has a whole coming-of-age thing for everyone’s twenty-third birthday. It was nice to see everyone, but honestly, I’d prefer talking to any of the guests privately instead of a big gala. I was making the rounds and had been chatting with Unexpected Gust On An Autumn Evening for the last few minutes.
I made a series of whistling noises and that got it chatting again for another few minutes. Unexpected Gust is an air elemental. I’d been working on learning their language over the last couple of years. Quite a bit of their socialization is sharing experiences, ideally awe-inspiring experiences. Most of the time I talk about seeing Sequoia National Park or the Sistine Chapel and air elementals seemed pleased. Unexpected Gust had been talking all night about a whiff of a volcanic eruption from the other side of the world that it’d caught the scent of last week.
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Spanish
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Translation in progress.
Translated by Raquel Guillamón
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