The Eight Lands of Pharr are in trouble, and the only ones who can help are a young princess and the sister she believes lost. They hold two of the four Magical Stones, created long ago by an Ancient Mystic to channel the magic of his bloodline. But when an evil witch named Patadora Coggs seeks to control the Stones, the two girls must join forces to save their unsuspecting world. With them is a motley crew gathered as they travel to retrieve the remaining two Stones. Airk Ranon, cynical Weapons Master. The Baret Wray and First Commander Dungan Weir, who command King Randel's army. Elke, a centurion who has never been away from home. Skotak, an Emini Plainsman who provides steeds for the travelers. Dreux, a young prince seeking adventure, and his lover, Estelle. And Kitt, a young orphan held enslaved by pirates. Chased by Patadora's Maelnords and her own shapeshifting daughter, and by the infamous Weapons Master's outlaw reputation, the young friends travel land and sea in their quest to find the last two Stones. Once they have the Magical Stones of Pharr in their possession, they must travel to the witch's lair and end her evil reign of terror.

The Magical Stones of Pharr

“Great way to go unnoticed,” the Baret said. “People rarely remember someone who eats. So you sneak in here, stand in the doorway where everyone can get a good look at you, then refuse to even show your face when the waitress comes over. You can’t do much better than that.”


The lady leaned forward. “Are you being sarcastic?”


Wray shook his head. “What do you want? You were at the palace—have you been sent to retrieve us?”


“Oh, no,” the man assured them. “I’m Dreux, prince of Navarasia, and this is Estelle. Ever heard of us?”


The Baret grinned. “Can’t say that I have,” he replied as the waitress returned with their meals. There was drinking water brought for Dreux and Estelle, proof enough they’d been seen.


“At least the food looks decent,” Jaelin declared, digging in.


“Anything looks decent after that dungeon fare.” Dungan munched on crispy frog legs. “I hope the others can hold out long enough for us to formulate a plan.”


Chapter 43