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WATERSPELL Book 1: The Warlock by Deborah J. Lightfoot

WATERSPELL Book 2: The Wysard

WATERSPELL Book 3: The Wiswoman by Deborah J. LIghtfoot

Book 1: The Warlock

"What?" Carin cried. "You don't intend to hand me over to Verek, do you? If you betray me to that blackheart, he'll kill me."

She groped in the dark, trying in vain to lay hands on the woodsprite and shake sense into the creature.

"Tell me, my faithless friend," she demanded. "Why should Verek bother to come to my rescue? When you've found him and told him what's happened, why shouldn't he laugh at you and say, 'Let the dogs have her—she deserves her death—they're saving me the trouble of hanging her'?"

"The mage will come for you," the woodsprite replied with a certainty that discouraged argument. "There are, after all, only the two of us—a thieving runaway and a nameless woodsprite—who can give him the answers he seeks. He desires to know our secrets. He can't rely on me to reveal the mystery. He must, therefore, rely on you.

"He seeks you even now—of that, I'm sure. He'll ride through the night to save you. The mage must have your help to solve the riddle that we pose him: the riddle of two lost travelers, maid and woodsprite, who are from elsewhere."

© 2009-2011 Deborah J. Lightfoot / All Rights Reserved

Book 2: The Wysard

Lord Verek looked at her with something peculiar in his gaze.

"It's late," he said. "You and I must speak of many things, before this journey's done, but tonight you should rest—for we'll be off on the morrow before the sun is over the world's edge." He canted his head. "Pray favor me, however, with a bit of thought in that nimble brain of yours, and consider the words I spoke to you today. As the sleeper shuts the window against the fiends of night, and the gateman hoists the drawbridge in the enemy's face, you may be called to like service. Think on what I say."

The wizard strode to the door and was gone. Carin barred it behind him, then stripped to her skin for another night between smooth sheets.

Sleep did not come easily, however, on top of a cold, greasy meal and Verek's odd speech. His words echoed in her mind. Why did the warlock speak so pointedly of evil things crawling through the night, as though he wished to fill her dreams with frights?

The last misty notion in Carin's head, before sleep nudged it away, was a vague impression of a wobbly rope bridge—its near end anchored to the side of a mountain, its far reaches seeming to float on a mirror-smooth ocean—with an army of demons and firedrakes, corpse-candles and creeping horrors, massed on that far shore and making ready to cross.

© 2009-2011 Deborah J. Lightfoot / All Rights Reserved

Book 3: The Wisewoman

Meg turned, and discovered the auburn-haired girl standing an arm's length from her, her green eyes staring, looking as astonished as if she had seen a firedrake.

"Megella!" the girl exclaimed.

"Shh! Not a word. Get off the street."

The wisewoman whirled and hurried down the alleyway. She did not look around until she turned the corner for home. A glance reassured her then that her young friend, the foundling named Carin, was at her heels. The girl's face glowed with pleasure at this reunion. Her companion trailed behind, scowling darkly, obviously less eager but following nonetheless.

Down the lane to the timber-lined creek on the outskirts, Meg led the pair, past the ranks of prairie-myrtles that shaded the twisty path to her door. Not until she had both her visitors under cover, the door closed behind them and the windows shuttered, did she speak again.

"What in the world are you doing here, girl?" Megella snapped. "When I sent you off, I expected you to stay gone." She glanced at the lean, dark man who stood just inside the threshold. His hand rested on the hilt of his dagger, and his eyes glinted in a ray of sun that shot through a crack in one shutter. "Clearly, you reached your destination. Why are you back?"

© 2009-2011 Deborah J. Lightfoot / All Rights Reserved

Questions? Comments? djls@djlightfoot.com

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“Definitely captures interest ... Carin immediately becomes an interesting POV character, with a nice sense of mystery surrounding her. Verek is intriguing, as well. The threat is tangible with a compelling sense of consequences. Intriguing that the danger isn’t simply the standard ‘gathering armies of mass destruction’ ... A nice balance between the rustic sense of a medieval world and a voice that will be recognizable to the modern audience.”

—Steve Saffel, Del Rey editor, in his  capacity as a Finals judge for the SouthWest Writers Contest,
Science Fiction/Fantasy Novel Category


“It is extraordinary! Remarkable! The only problem is I can't stop reading it—how am I going to get anything else done? This is what happens when you get started with a writer who has the gift!”

Jan Peck, award-winning author


“Beware—not of the Jabberwock but of the spell woven in this finely crafted tale of love and mysterious fantasy. The strong narrative is firmly grounded in research of period colloquialisms, folk beliefs, and foods, so while one is immersed in the adventure, one is also absorbing cogent historical details. Quite a satisfying read!”

—An Honors English teacher


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