Fairy World M.D.Boxed Set Two
Tamara Grantham
Contents
Silverwitch
Goblinwraith
Deathbringer
Underworld
Grayghost
About the Author
Afterword
Also by Tamara Grantham
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Fairy World M.D. Boxed Set 2
Copyright ©2018 Tamara Grantham
All rights reserved.
Summary: From award-winning author Tamara Grantham comes a boxed set of the second three full-length Fairy World M.D. books. This set includes exclusive bonus content, and offers the reader a discount over purchasing each novel individually.
ISBN: 978-1-63422-347-8 (e-book)
Cover Design by: Marya Heidel
Typography by: Courtney Knight
Editing by: Cynthia Shepp
Silverwitch
“And the dreams that you dare to dream really do come true.”
-From “Somewhere Over the Rainbow.” Lyrics by E.Y. Harburg.
Chapter 1
I’m watching you.
I know you. I’ll take your magic and destroy the world.
Soon.
Everyone you know will die.
And you will die with them.
Theht’s voice was becoming harder to ignore.
“I can’t help you,” I said.
Zack Zimmerman’s mouth gaped open. “But you said you could help anyone—never failed to cure a client.”
“I said I could help anyone who’s been to Fairy World. You haven’t been.”
“But the test showed magic had touched me. How is that possible?”
“There are several possibilities. You could have come into contact with a creature from Faythander on Earth and some of its magical residue could have touched you, thus contaminating the test. It’s also possible that my own magic could have interfered.”
Zack exhaled, obviously annoyed. “Has that ever happened to anyone else?”
“No.”
“Then how do you know it happened to me?”
“Because there has to be a logical explanation.”
“Yes, there does. I’ve been there. I swear to you, it’s the only thing that explains my mental distress and my abnormal collection.”
“Mr. Zimmerman,” I said, “usually patients don’t collect the articles you described.”
He pulled at a chain around his neck. An egg-shaped pendant hung suspended from the bottom. The jewel was unusual, a black stone with veins of gold that shimmered in the sunlight. “I just bought this one off eBay, but I’ve got dozens more at home. I can’t stop collecting them. It doesn’t matter how expensive or how rare. Have you ever priced Fabergé eggs?”
“I can’t say that I have.”
He swallowed. “I got this one on sale for twenty-two grand.”
Sheesh.
“Yes, that’s quite a lot.”
“Can’t you see how this is affecting my life? My job at the news station is suffering. I can’t even give a good weather forecast anymore. Not to mention my wife and kids. I need help!”
My heart sank. I wish he knew how much I wanted to help him. But wanting to do something and being able to do something were two different things.
“I wish I could help you—I truly do, Mr. Zimmerman—but I don’t know how. My clients usually collect dragons and fairies, not eggs.”
“But what about the sci-fi movie stuff? I’ve got a huge collection of every Enterprise seen on a TV screen. Please, doesn’t that count?”
I placed my hands atop my mirror box. The test hadn’t replayed a single memory from his past, although he had reacted to elven magic. However, since Theht had intruded on my mind a week earlier, my own magic had slowly been growing weaker and more erratic, and could possibly have been interfering with the test. As heartbreaking as it was, I could do nothing for him.
“Do it again,” he said.
“Excuse me?”
“Do the test again.”
“I don’t think the results will be any different.”
“I don’t care. You have to try again. There has to be an explanation for what’s happening to me.”
Sighing, I opened my laptop. Five small figurines rested on the velvet lining. Dragon, elf, Wult, pixie, and goblin.
“Give me your hand,” I instructed.
He did, and I held it over the first figurine, the dragon. Magic flowed from the mirror and filled me with its power, though it didn’t react with Mr. Zimmerman’s presence. We moved to the elf, and just as last time, a faint flair of blue magic glowed around his hand.
“You see that light, too, right?” he asked.
“Yes. I see it.”
“Then I’ve been there. Doesn’t this prove it?”
“Not necessarily.” I lifted the statuette and held it out. “I need you to touch the figurine, just like last time, and then place your other hand on the mirror.”
He did as I instructed, and as he touched it, nothing happened. No magical flare, no images. Nothing. An empty mirror stared back at us.
“If you’d been to Faythander,” I said, “we would see some form of a memory being replayed, but there’s nothing there.”
He stared at the glass, his eyes filled with determination, as if he were willing the memories to appear. But the glass remained empty and cold, reflecting only the harshness of his reality. Finally, with a sigh of disgust, he moved his hand away from the mirror.
“What’s wrong with me?”
“I wish I knew.”
He gave me a shrewd glance. “Do you?”
“Yes. I would like to be able to help you.”
“You’re a liar. You said you could fix anyone, and you can’t.”
Ouch.
“That’s uncalled for.”
“Is it?” He stood abruptly, marched to the door, marched back, grabbed his briefcase, and stomped back to the door. “How much do I owe you?” he asked.
“No charge.”
He nodded once, grabbed the door handle, and left the apartment. Han Solo, my cat, jumped on my lap, tickling my nose with his bushy gray tail, so I patted his head.
“Well, that was a great way to start the day, don’t you think?”
Han mewled, nudging my hand. He’d been in heaven ever since we’d arrived back home in our apartment, but before that, the poor thing hadn’t been fond of the camper trailer
