A.R. Moler

After Dale Edinger’s eccentric aunt passed away, she left him with a house full of clutter mixed with magical items and a djinn named Riadh. With his own history and a set of rules that make it impossible for him to be freed, Riadh now belongs to Dale. But when your skills at magic are one step above non-existent, you need a teacher.<br><br>Now Dale’s on the hunt for a teacher so he’ll not only learn how to wield magic, but will also be able to protect Riadh. Unfortunately, his options are limited. Who poses the greater risk -- a dragon with uncertain motives, or a big city mage who'd like to add Riadh to his own collection of possessions?

Djinn Book 2: Where There's Smoke

“She had me inhale some sort of powder. I’m supposed to come back Friday. Do you think I’m gonna start tripping any minute now? She was really unspecific about what she gave me.”


Riadh stepped close to Dale and took hold of his shoulders. He leaned in and sniffed along Dale’s neck. “You smell like magic.” Riadh ran his hands along the sides of Dale’s face. “It feels like the beginnings of a spell. That’s really all I can tell you.”


“Maybe you better drive, in case I start tripping or something.” 4


The project Dale had assigned himself for the evening was to go through a big old desk that occupied the corner of the front room. It didn’t look like Aunt Mildred had used it for anything more than one more place to stow more of her possessions. Dale grabbed a kitchen chair and some cardboard boxes he’d picked up at a liquor store.


Chapter 9