Magitek
BR Kingsolver
Contents
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Books by BR Kingsolver
Chapter 1
Chapter 2
Chapter 3
Chapter 4
Chapter 5
Chapter 6
Chapter 7
Chapter 8
Chapter 9
Chapter 10
Chapter 11
Chapter 12
Chapter 13
Chapter 14
Chapter 15
Chapter 16
Chapter 17
Chapter 18
Chapter 19
Chapter 20
Chapter 21
Chapter 22
Chapter 23
Chapter 24
Chapter 25
Chapter 26
Chapter 27
Chapter 28
Chapter 29
Chapter 30
Chapter 31
Chapter 32
Chapter 33
Chapter 34
Chapter 35
Chapter 36
Chapter 37
Chapter 38
Chapter 39
Chapter 40
Chapter 41
Chapter 42
Chapter 43
Chapter 44
Chapter 45
Chapter 46
Chapter 47
Chapter 48
Chapter 49
Chapter 50
Chapter 51
Chapter 52
Chapter 53
Chapter 54
Books by BR Kingsolver
Magitek
Book 1 of The Rift Chronicles
By BR Kingsolver
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Books by BR Kingsolver
*Also available in audio format
The Rift Chronicles
Magitek
War Song (Coming late 2020)
Rosie O’Grady’s Paranormal Bar and Grill
Shadow Hunter*
Night Stalker*
Dark Dancer*
Well of Magic*
Knights Magica
The Dark Streets Series
Gods and Demons*
Dragon’s Egg*
Witches’ Brew*
The Chameleon Assassin Series
Chameleon Assassin
Chameleon Uncovered
Chameleon’s Challenge
Chameleon’s Death Dance
Diamonds and Blood
The Telepathic Clans Saga
The Succubus Gift
Succubus Unleashed
Broken Dolls
Succubus Rising
Succubus Ascendant
Other books
I’ll Sing for my Dinner
Trust
Short Stories in Anthologies
Here, Kitty Kitty
Bellator
Chapter 1
I was thirteen, almost fourteen, when my world crashed. Two retainers from Findlay—my grandmother’s Family—abruptly barged into my classroom.
“Pardon us,” the one I recognized as Osiris Dillon said to my teacher. “Mistress James must come with us. Now.”
The teacher, fear evident on her face, turned to me.
“It’s okay,” I said, although inwardly I was shaking. Somehow, I knew that it wasn’t okay, that it would never be okay again. I gathered my books and put them in my bag, then slowly stood, thankful that my legs held me. Conscious of everyone staring at me, I walked to the front of the room.
Osiris and his companion dipped their heads when I reached them, then Osiris turned and walked out of the room. I followed him, and the other man fell in behind me. The headmistress stood there waiting for us, her expression very serious, but she didn’t say anything. She walked beside me down the long hall, not to the front entrance but to the back, where the service trucks delivered food to the cafeteria.
Outside, at the loading dock, a car waited—a long black limousine—along with two armored fighting vehicles. All of the men wore the uniforms of Findlay guardians, and they were on high alert, their personal weapons at the ready. One man opened the back door of the limo when we appeared, and I was herded into the car. Osiris got in the front with the driver.
No one said anything to me, and I was too afraid to ask any questions. But my father had trained me, and I wrapped my hand around a small box in my bag. He had created it, and with my magikal gifts being the same as his, I had the power to activate and use it.
Our small caravan drove north from the school in Baltimore out into the country to the Findlay estate. The grand white house perched on top of a hill, surrounded by tall white walls and forest.
When we arrived, the front gates were closed, and the guard towers on the walls were fully manned. Osiris hustled me out of the limo and through the personnel gate, leaving the car outside. I glanced back and saw the guards at the gates searching the inside and underneath our vehicle, which frightened me more than anything. We passed through scanners—both mechanical and magikal—into a room inside the wall, and then I was placed in a new vehicle and driven up to the main house.
The butler met us at the front door, but Osiris stayed with me as we entered the house and were conducted to a room I had visited only twice before. My granduncle’s study.
Granduncle George Findlay and Grandmother Olivia awaited me. Osiris stayed outside in the hall, pulling the door closed behind me. I stood there staring at the two oldest members of my father’s Family.
“Come sit, child,” my grandmother said, indicating the place next to her on a loveseat. Granduncle George was in his chair behind his large desk.
I sat down, holding my bag in my lap. I wasn’t sure what to do with it. Grandmother Olivia reached over and pulled it out of my grasp, then set it on the floor beside her.
“What is that in your hand?” Granduncle asked.
I opened my hand and showed them the box.
“Did your father give you that?” Grandmother asked.
“Yes, ma’am.”
“What is it?”
“A lightning generator.”
“I think you can put it away for now,” Grandmother said, sticking out her hand. “You’re safe here.”
I placed it on her palm, and she slipped it into my open bag.
“But I’m not safe outside,” I said.
“No, Danica, you’re not.” Her eyes filmed, and her chin quivered a little, as though she was trying not to cry. “There’s no easy way to say this, so I’ll not try to sugarcoat it. Your father is gone. Something happened this afternoon.”
“Mom?”
“Your mother is safe,” Granduncle said. “Once the situation stabilizes, we’ll bring her here, but we don’t think it’s safe for her to travel right now.”
“How?” My father was healthy when I had seen him the day before.
“We’re not sure,” Granduncle said. “He and Richard were attacked in the
