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

“But I still can’t tell what an item does.” Dale blurted out.


Riadh said, “There are times when I have very little idea what an item does.”


Summer poured the lemonade into the glasses and made a little snort of amusement. “It’s magic not omniscience.” She sat down and lit a cigarette. “Even for a djinn.”


“Grating.” She pushed the bowl with the metal grater on top of it toward Dale. “I’ll be back shortly.”


Dale stared after her as she walked out the back door. Really? She wanted him to grate orange peels? Maybe this was a test of patience. Or maybe one of those Zen things. Wax on, wax off. He started the task. “Think I’m being played?” he asked Riadh.


“I doubt it. Dragons seldom do anything without a reason.”


Chapter 13