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  1. Cover
  2. Dedication
  3. - ONE -
  4. - TWO -
  5. - THREE -
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  10. - EIGHT -
  11. - NINE -
  12. - TEN -
  13. - ELEVEN -
  14. - TWELVE -
  15. - THIRTEEN -
  16. - FOURTEEN -
  17. - FIFTEEN -
  18. - SIXTEEN -
  19. - SEVENTEEN -
  20. - EIGHTEEN -
  21. - NINETEEN -
  22. - TWENTY -
  23. - TWENTY-ONE -
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  27. - TWENTY-FIVE -
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  29. - TWENTY-SEVEN -
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  31. - TWENTY-NINE -
  32. - THIRTY -
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  49. ACKNOWLEDGMENTS
  50. ABOUT THE AUTHOR

Please note, it continued. Distance can only be traversed when the mind accepts that reality is naught but a figment of our imagination, and what we see as separated can never truly be.

“Ugh, get to the point!” Fort hissed, scanning down to the bottom of the page:

A portal shall open, bridging the distance like a termite eats through wood, and remain open until such time that the magician desires it to no longer exist. Please do not leave your various teleportation circles open, as it may create hazards to indigenous life.

All right, see, that he needed to know! If he made a teleportation circle, it’d stay open until he canceled it. Fair enough. Now all he needed were the spell words…

Something began to glow at the bottom of the page, and when he looked closer, two words filled his mind, followed by a flood of energy he hadn’t felt in weeks.

Gen urre’plat. The words to the teleportation spell.

Weirdly, the magic didn’t feel the same as when he’d learned Healing spells. That energy had felt cold, whereas the Summoning magic almost made him itchy, like he wanted to jump out of his skin.

That didn’t matter, though. He’d take some itchiness if it’d help him master the spell faster. As it was, he’d still have to cast it a few thousand times to master it. And then, finally, he might get to a spell to open a portal and save his father.

There was no time to waste, either way.

“Gen urre’plat,” he said, bringing to mind the first place he could think of and opening a teleportation circle there on the wall of the kitchen.

That same itchy energy filled his hands, making them glow a strange green color, which matched the circle of energy that appeared on the wall, a tiny circle no bigger than his hand. He concentrated on increasing the circle’s size, and it widened to about the size of his torso, letting a frigid wind into the room, making Fort’s teeth chatter.

He stepped closer, then slowly stuck his head through the hole and found himself staring out of the very top of the Empire State Building in New York.

For just a moment, all of the anger and worry were put aside, and Fort actually found himself staring in wonder at the lights of the city spread out below him, as the high winds a thousand feet in the air buffeted his face.

His father was right. This spell was pretty amazing.

And soon, he’d show his dad in person.

- THIRTEEN -

FORT PULLED HIS HEAD BACK through the teleportation circle, but instead of closing the circle right away, he just stared through it for another moment, letting the wonder of it all wash over him.