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    The Labyrinth
    The Labyrinth
    The Labyrinth
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    The Labyrinth

    By Kenneth McDonald

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    This fantasy novella (19,000 words) tells the story of a young wizard who participates in a magical contest that goes fundamentally wrong, pitting him and his fellow competitors against a deadly maze in a desperate struggle for survival. Student mage Keric Olwyhn is reluctant to enter the annual Labyrinth competition, but is ultimately convinced to represent his order of magic in front of the teachers and students of the University of Sacreth. What he and his other competitors do not know is that there is another interested party this year, one that would like to see all four of the student mages suffer gruesome public deaths. The novella is a prequel to the full-length novel Of Spells and Demons.

    LanguageEnglish
    PublisherKenneth McDonald
    Release dateJul 31, 2010
    ISBN9781458064738
    The Labyrinth
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    Kenneth McDonald

    I am a retired education consultant who worked for state government in the area of curriculum. I have also taught American and world history at a number of colleges and universities in California, Georgia, and South Carolina. I started writing fiction in graduate school and never stopped. In 2010 I self-published the novella "The Labyrinth," which has had over 100,000 downloads. Since then, I have published more than fifty fantasy and science fiction books on Smashwords. My doctorate is in European history, and I live with my wife in northern California.

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      The Labyrinth - Kenneth McDonald

      The Labyrinth

      Kenneth McDonald

      km4101@netzero.net

      Smashwords Edition

      Copyright 2010 Kenneth McDonald

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      Works by Kenneth McDonald

      The Labyrinth

      Of Spells and Demons

      Wizard’s Shield

      The Godswar Trilogy

      Paths of the Chosen

      Choice of the Fallen

      Fall of Creation

      Daran’s Journey

      Heart of a Hero

      Soul of a Coward

      Will of a Warrior

      Courage of a Champion

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      Chapter 1

      It was a glorious spring day in Sacreth, the Valley Kingdom. The sky was a soft expanse of blue, unmarred by even a wisp of cloud, and the brilliant radiance of the sun was eased by a gentle breeze from the west, bringing with it a clean smell of wildflowers and freshly-cut grass.

      The sun’s rays gleamed on the pristine but aging buildings of the University, along the cool banks of the Roe River. They shone on the vast open space of the Quadrangle, the heart of the campus, where hundreds of students—and in many cases, their professors—were passing the day in study, sport, or simple relaxation in the company of their friends. Birds fluttered by, or sang from perches on the hundreds of trees planted in strips along the edges of the neatly-manicured expanses of grass that dominated the square.

      The southern edge of the Quadrangle was demarcated by Avellin Hall, named after one of the six mages who had founded the University just over four hundred years ago. The students referred to the structure as Caterpillar Hall, and the building, with the three wings that had been added since its original construction, did resemble a narrow, segmented creature, stretching out to fit every stride of available space. A portion even intruded onto a corner of the Quadrangle, as if menacing the adjacent Tallwarden Hall.

      One of the more notable features of Avellin Hall was its basement library. Originally just one of several adjuncts to the campus’s main library, with its vaulted halls and storied collections of tens of thousands of texts, over the years the room under Caterpillar Hall had been claimed by the senior students of the University as something of a private demesne. In the winter months, the chamber was full of them, sitting on the comfortable couches near the two huge stone hearths, or working at one of the thirty-four semiprivate carrels situated throughout the room.

      On this spring day, however, the library was nearly deserted. The slanted horizontal windows set near the ceiling, at ground level outside, had been left open to allow fresh air and the sounds of happiness to drift in from the adjacent quad. That combination had proved too powerful to ignore, and the long tables in the center of the room were littered with open books and parchments that had been hastily abandoned by would-be scholars. Most of the spelled lamps that dangled from long chains from the ceiling were dark, leaving the corners of the room draped in mysterious shadow.

      Other than a pair of young women talking quietly on one of the couches in front of the darkened hearths, the only other occupant in the library was a man working at one of the carrels on the far side of the room. He looked as though he’d been there a while, with a small pot of tea and an earthenware mug forgotten at his right elbow, and a scatter of books and scrolls forming a rampart in front of him. He was deep into another book propped up against that mound, referring to it frequently as he made notes in a tiny script on a long roll of parchment. He looked young, almost too young to have earned the certificate in advanced magical studies that was the informal badge of entry to the Caterpillar Library. His hair was a sandy blonde mop that was a bit disheveled, and there was a slight smear of what might have been ink along the line of his jaw on the right side of his face. He bit his lip in an absent gesture as he continued writing on the parchment, pausing only to refresh the ink in his steel-nibbed pen. His lips twisted into a frown as the parchment parted in a tiny tear; like most of the scrolls used by students, this one was worn thin, already scraped clean several times. The student carefully avoided the tear, and started a new line of text, his pen moving in a smooth and constant stream over the paper.

      Now, isn’t this just a sad and pathetic sight. I told you we’d find him here, chained to a study carrel.

      The student carefully put down his pen on a piece of blotter and turned to see three others standing behind him. They were a disparate group, but all young and all clad in the unadorned half-robes that was the unofficial uniform of the University. The speaker was a tall, handsome man in his early twenties, with dark hair and penetrating green eyes. He was flanked by a slender woman and a short, somewhat rounded man, who carried a fat satchel under one arm.

      Some of us have studying to do, Iskanderon, the seated student said.

      It’s a beautiful day outside, Keric, the young woman said. Her name was Alis, and her eyes glittered as she looked at him. Keric had had a crush on her during their first year; they’d gone out together a few times, but it had not progressed further.

      You know, if you spend too much time staring at those books, you’re going to ruin your eyesight, Iskanderon said.

      That’s a myth, his shorter, pudgier companion said. "At

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