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Chapter Two It only took two days for Eric to find a fourth room-mate: a young woman named Raine. Apparently she was really good looking. Lloyd rolled his eyes, reminding himself of his father. “Great, Eric, her body sounds lovely,” Lloyd said, cutting off Eric's rant. “What's she studying?” “Elvish Arcane Art,” Eric replied. Lloyd raised an eyebrow and whistled appreciatively: that was a notoriously difficult subject, requiring at least a decade of study. “Smart ...
I only just got home from my trip to the US so here's the next part. I'll put up some more next week or so, *** Exactly why Eric was taking so many classes at the University, Lloyd could never figure out. He pondered it as he caught the train home that evening: Eric was doing Potions, Fighting, Magic, Language and Astrology. Eric was terrible at Potions, had only basic Magical ability, couldn't pronounce most of the words in his native language and...well, Lloyd had no idea ...
This is the first chapter of a novel I have nearly finished. The prologue in somewhere on the Chapter One “Essence of camphor,” Lloyd muttered to himself. “Powdered root of rose, petals of marigold…” The vial bubbled and hissed, so Lloyd turned the Bunsen burner down slightly. No point in burning the potion. “Excellent work Lloyd!” wheezed the old Professor, Gatworth Beaverton, in his squeaky voice. “Now to separate the solids from the liquids, eh?” “No sir,” ...
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