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The Legacy of Androva Series

“Thou by thy dial’s shady stealth mayst know

Time’s thievish progress to eternity.”

— Shakespeare, Sonnet LXXVII

Time is a tricky concept. It can be an ally or an enemy, it can pass too quickly or too slowly, but the one thing we can depend on is that it always passes. Unless you’re trapped in a Dimension Cell, of course. Today’s blog post is a preview of the first chapter of Lost in Magic, the next book in the Beyond Androva series, where Kellan is facing a lifetime in prison for a crime he didn’t commit.

Lost in Magic is on track for release in early June, and I’m looking forward to sharing the cover next month! Thank you very much for visiting my blog today, and I hope you enjoy the chapter 💕.

1 A New Home

After swallowing the bitter-tasting remedy that would suppress my force field, I gathered every scrap of my remaining bravado and painted it across my features like a mask. I hoped it would last until I was alone. The one thing that could make today worse would be stepping into the Dimension Cell having shown my audience how scared I really was. Xytovia only knew how it had come to this. I swallowed again, willing my heart to stop beating so fast. The sensation of my magic dissolving was like an icy fog swirling inside my head, so cold it made my teeth ache.

With a little more flourishing than was strictly necessary, Hilton Vierre, the senior magician, adjusted his cuffs and prepared to create the necessary spell. He was a pompous fool. The accuracy of the symbols was what mattered, not how stylish his hand movements looked while he drew them. There were no reporters here. Who was he trying to impress? I glanced at his deputy, Ava Pationne, a tall dark-haired magician with refined features. Surely not.

Hilton lowered his arms, and the symbols glowed purple and silver where they’d been engraved at chest height on the bark of the largest tree. A shimmering doorway rose up from the dark-blue earth. I averted my gaze. I knew what was on the other side. The doorway led to an empty square chamber, ten feet wide by ten feet tall, sustained by the living magic in the trees, and magically programmed to exist in a never-ending time loop. It was the doorway to my future.

At least my family had remained in Vayl City. I was glad they weren’t permitted to make the trip into the xyleander woods to see my sentence carried out. It was a lot easier to hide my feelings now that I was alone with the six officiating magicians. My mouth curled. Six. That was twice the number they needed. Even if I put my mind to it, I couldn’t overpower more than two of them. No, they wanted to dine out on the story of how they were here when I walked through that door.

I had no false modesty about anything, and certainly not my magical ability or my notoriety. This day, the day I was to be finally imprisoned, had been kept secret from the citizens of Vayl because public opinion regarding my guilt remained divided, and the vote to condemn me had been passed with a majority of just two. I’d spoken passionately in my own defence, arguing that I was a victim of circumstance and not a criminal. There had been calls for a recount. There had been a petition signed by some very well-known citizens, magicians and cotidians alike. My face and my name were everywhere: in newspapers, on flyers. I’d heard someone was planning to write my biography.

The only recent likeness of me had been produced by Vayl City College a few months earlier in readiness for my graduation. If I’d known what the likeness would eventually be used for and how many people would see it, I would never have posed that way. Even to my own eyes, I looked arrogant, but I’d received a lot of letters expressing support. There had even been a few declarations of love.

During the rare moments we’d succeeded in ignoring the ongoing trial to talk about more ordinary things, my brother had teased me about the love letters. I’d pretended to be flattered, but in fact, I was more than a little annoyed. I hated being judged on the basis of my looks and a few sensational newspaper articles.

Recalling yesterday’s editorial in the Vayl City Chronicle, a publication known for its exaggerated headlines, I scowled. The reporters were not something I would miss. Kellan Bavois, his dark eyes flashing with a defiance undiminished by the long legal process, continues to protest his innocence. It is this reporter’s understanding that no further interviews will be granted before his imprisonment, though the Board of Mages refuses to confirm the date. Dare we hope that the authorities might listen to reason and give this intriguing young man the benefit of the doubt? Watch this space!

I was all out of hope. According to the laws of the land, a majority was a majority, no matter how small, and the board was determined to uphold those laws. I was going to be made an example of. My sentencing had been intentionally postponed by a week. A week during which I’d turned seventeen years of age and become eligible for the maximum one-hundred-year Dimension Cell term.

I stood straighter and tried to ignore the disorientation inside my head. For the first time in almost five years, I had no magic. I’d always used magic instinctively, right from the day my spark had ignited, and its loss was jarring, impacting my senses as if the world had gone dark or silent. When I tried to project my force field, the stupid dizziness increased. I curled my toes inside my boots and gritted my teeth, staring at the ground until my vision cleared.

As expected, the symbols stitched onto my shirt collar and cuffs had stopped glowing. My mother had created a complicated and unique design made from all of the various symbols that signified protection, ignoring me when I told her there was no point. Without my magic, they were nothing more than embroidered shapes.

It was early morning. Fat drops of water glinted on the waxy surface of the xyleander leaves, evidence of the overnight rainfall. There was a chill in the air and a pale quality to the daylight. Autumn sunshine slanted through the trees’ branches, highlighting their distinctive purple colour. Winter was a few weeks away.

There would be no seasons inside the cell, no colours, and no change in temperature. Each day would be spent surrounded by four blank walls and only my thoughts for company. Every morning I would be returned to the same moment. Over and over. Physically unchanged. Whereas outside the cell, time would continue to pass. I looked at the wet leaves, wondering if I would forget what purple looked like, or the way my favourite drink tasted, or the crunch of frost underneath my boots on a cold morning. What about my sister’s smile? My best friend’s terrible jokes? I scowled again. Don’t get emotional. Sentiment won’t help anything.

“Open your shirt pocket,” said Hilton.

“I was searched before we left,” I said. I pushed my black hair off my forehead. It was too long. Scheduling a haircut hadn’t seemed important.

“You misunderstand me,” said Hilton. He extended his hand, opening his fingers to reveal a small polished crystal, round and flat and sparkling with magic. Layers of intricate symbols had been carved into its centre, too many for me to decipher. His voice softened in an imitation of sympathy, but his eyes remained cold. “This goes into your pocket. Had you forgotten?”

I had. I stared at the Death Charm with sudden loathing.

“If you wouldn’t mind,” added Hilton, meeting my gaze. The man’s anticipation was almost palpable. He expected my resolve to crumble at the reminder of what I was facing.

“I wouldn’t mind at all,” I said, holding out my hand. Hilton made a tiny magical cut in the centre of my palm—enough to release one dark red drop of blood. He pressed the crystal against it, and I watched with morbid fascination as the crystal changed colour, giving off a steady hum of energy only I could feel. It set my teeth on edge. It made my stomach clench.

After the drop of blood had been absorbed, I tucked the Death Charm into my pocket with careful fingers. To my relief, I didn’t fumble the buttons, even though inside I was quaking. When I spoke, I kept my voice level. “It’s not as if I ever plan to use it.”

“Oh, we’ll see about that,” said Hilton.

I was so annoyed, I barely heard Ava’s disapproving murmur. “Hilton.”

There was no way I was going to let him get the upper hand.

“Who’s ‘we’?” I said. I hid my anger behind a small smirk. “You won’t. Not unless you plan to live to the age of…” I paused. “One hundred and seventy? Seventy-five?”

A flush of red climbed from Hilton’s neck onto his cheeks. His iron-grey hair seemed to bristle with indignation. “I’m forty-six,” he said.

I pretended to be shocked. “Excuse me. My mistake. Perhaps you’ve been working too hard. The stress of the trial and all. You’ll still be dead long before you find out what happens to me.”

“I don’t care what happens to you!”

Arching an eyebrow, I refrained from answering, choosing to let the man’s red face and raised voice speak for him.

“Enough,” said Ava. “Kellan Bavois, in accordance with the laws of Vayl, you have been tried and found guilty of the murder of your grandmother, Opal Bavois, and you will serve one hundred years in this Dimension Cell as punishment. The board grants you mercy in the form of a Death Charm. You may use the aforementioned charm to escape the cell at any time.”

I just managed not to scoff. Mercy. Right. Whatever helps you sleep at night.

“Do you wish to make a final statement for the record?” she asked.

I shook my head. You’ll be dead long before you find out what happens to me seemed like a decent enough parting shot. I was tempted to tell them I was innocent, but I’d said it many times already. It would make no difference. I wanted it to be over. I wanted to escape the semicircle of magicians with their curious eyes. This would be the last moment for a very long time when I could still choose for myself. Suddenly, it seemed important that I enter the cell of my own accord rather than at the request of Hilton Vierre. I turned on my heel to face the shimmering doorway, and after barely a second of hesitation, I walked through.

The chamber on the other side was quiet, unnaturally so. I huffed a quick breath, reassured when the sound emerged as normal. My mouth lifted in a wry smile. At least I could talk to myself.

Cautiously, I took a couple of steps, looking left and right and up and down. The walls were uniformly beige except for a faint shadow indicating where they met the floor and the ceiling. My neck and shoulders prickled as if I’d been touched by a spell, and I spun around to find that the doorway had disappeared. They hadn’t wasted any time.

I reached out a hand. The wall was cool, smooth, and depressingly solid. It felt like stone. It wasn’t, of course. It was magical energy that had been made to resemble stone, and I wouldn’t have been able to punch my way out even if the wall had looked and felt like tissue paper. But the stone ensured I would never mistake it for anything but the prison it was. It was lucky I’d never been claustrophobic, but even so, the lack of any visible exit was unnerving.

When I checked, I discovered the entire cell was the same. The floor was just as solid as the walls. Sleeping was going to be uncomfortable. I was dressed in a dark green shirt and a pair of black trousers, and I had no coat or sweater I could use for a pillow. I supposed I could choose to stay awake. After all, each morning the time loop would reset to the moment I’d entered. I wouldn’t age. I wouldn’t die from lack of sleep, or from thirst or starvation. I wouldn’t run out of air. My punishment was complete isolation and the knowledge that everyone I cared about would carry on living without me.

Dimension Cells were a new kind of magic. I was the third prisoner to have earned the rather dubious honour of inhabiting one, and the youngest, and the one with the longest sentence. Never let it be said that Kellan Bavois does anything by halves. I shook my head and pushed the thought away. I sounded like one of the newspaper editorials I hated. I paced the cell, getting to know its dimensions while checking in vain for weak spots with an occasional kick. The buckles on my boots clinked together.

I told myself I could do this. One day at a time.

“And suddenly you know: It’s time to start something new and trust the magic of beginnings.”

— Meister Eckhart

After a long winter in lockdown, spring has almost arrived in South East England, and the later sunsets and warmer temperatures are very welcome 🌸. It feels like a good time for my annual blog post about stories with amazing beginnings. You know the ones I mean—stories that are immediately intriguing, and you just have to keep reading to find out what happens. Here are ten more YA books I added to my TBR list because I loved the way their stories opened. I hope you enjoy my choices, and thank you very much for visiting my blog today! I wish you happy reading for the rest of 2021 💕.

Writing update: Lost in Magic is going well and remains on track for publication in the first half of 2021. I hope to have a confirmed release date soon.

“I am going to tell you a story you already know. But listen carefully, because within it is one you have never heard before.
The story you know is about a boy named Wolfgang Amadeus Mozart. You recognize his name. Even if you do not, you know him well, because you have heard his music all your life.
The story you have never heard is set in a dream of fog and stars, faery princelings and queens of the night. It is about the Kingdom of Back, and the girl who found it.
I am the sister, the other Mozart. And her story is mine.

The Kingdom of Backby Marie Lu

“A cacophony of ticktocking resounds through the otherwise hushed clockmaker’s shop. When I first came to live with Uncle Holden, the relentless ticking drove me mad. A decade later, the chant of time is now a comfort—his handcrafted timepieces echo the cadence of my wooden clockwork heart.”

Before the Broken Star, by Emily R. King

“My parlor smelled of linseed oil and spike lavender, and a dab of lead tin yellow glistened on my canvas. I had nearly perfected the color of Gadfly’s silk jacket.
The trick with Gadfly was persuading him to wear the same clothes for every session. Oil paint needs days to dry between layers, and he had trouble understanding I couldnt just swap his entire outfit for another he liked better. He was astonishingly vain even by fair folk standards, which is like saying a pond is unusually wet, or a bear surprisingly hairy. All in all, it was a disarming quality for a creature who could murder me without rescheduling his tea.

An Enchantment of Ravens, by Margaret Rogerson

“I didn’t want to resurrect my sister because I loved her. I didn’t want one final goodbye, to whisper words left unsaid or clear my conscience of any slights between us. I didn’t want to hear her voice say my name, Tempe, one last time.
I wanted to soothe the anger that scorched through me.
I’d heard something that changed how I felt about her, transforming my grief to anger. So now I needed to hear her voice one last time. I needed the truth. And for that, I needed to resurrect her. Neither of us could rest until then.

The Vanishing Deep, by Astrid Scholte

It happened, however, that a king
’s son came into the forest, and went to the dwarfs’ house to spend the night. He saw the coffin on the mountain, and the beautiful Snow-white within it, and read what was written upon it in golden letters. Then he said to the dwarfs, Let me have the coffin, I will give you whatever you want for it.

I should have known Edward was too good to be true.
No. Wait. Let me go back to the beginning. Before I had this curse. Before I went around slaying creatures that shouldn’t exist. Before I made friends with a rabbit.

The Grimm Chronicles, Vol. 1, by Isabella Fontaine and Ken Brosky

“I decided that Orion needed to die after the second time he saved my life. I hadn’t really cared much about him before then one way or another, but I had limits. It would’ve been all right if he’d saved my life some really extraordinary number of times, ten or thirteen or so—thirteen is a number with distinction. Orion Lake, my personal bodyguard; I could have lived with that. But we’d been in the Scholomance almost three years by then, and he hadn’t shown any previous inclination to single me out for special treatment.

Selfish of me, you’ll say, to be contemplating with murderous intent the hero responsible for the continued survival of a quarter of our class. Well, too bad for the losers who couldn’t stay afloat without his help. We’re not meant to all survive, anyway. The school has to be fed somehow.

A Deadly Education, by Naomi Novik

“Never come to Hellfire House without wearing a mask.
It was one of the rare rules in a joint without any. The only rule the master of the club did not mind following. He blended in with the sea of suits and white masks that arrived every other night, switching appearances from crowd to crowd. A bartender one moment, a dealer at the card tables the next.
Only his face remained the same, half-masked and haunting. Like a prince who relished the bloody crown on his head, and the ghosts that came with it. A face almost hardened by beauty, though glints of youth ran deep beneath soft black eyes. It always shocked new guests, to see him. The master of the House was rumored to be a dragon of a man. A monster. A magician who had no mercy for fools.
Only those who dared slur the word boy in his face understood how true those rumors were.

Where Dreams Descend, by Janella Angeles

“The room where they at last found him was so cold, they wondered at first if he had frozen to death. Face as white as snow, skin as cold as frost, lips as blue as ice. His expression seemed, to the police, perfectly peaceful. As if he had passed away in the middle of a very lovely dream. Except for the blood. Blood always tells its own story

The Kingdom, by Jess Rothenberg

“INTERVIEW, Sara Donoghue, May 9, 2017

Ashford: I’m starting the recording now. This is the first interview with Sara Donoghue concerning the disappearances in Briar Glen, Massachusetts. Today is May 9, 2017. Present are Sara Donoghue and myself, Dr. Andrew Ashford. Thank you for joining us today, Miss Donoghue.
Sara: You’re welcome. I guess. I don’t know what you expect me to tell you.
Ashford: The truth, Miss Donoghue. I think you’ll find we are some of the few people who are willing to hear it.
Sara: So you believe me, then?
Ashford: Is there a reason I shouldn’t?
Sara Donoghue begins to laugh, a low sound that crooks in the back of her throat.
Ashford: Miss Donoghue—
Sara’s laughter continues, her shoulders shaking. Her hands cover her face.
???: Pay attention. [1]

[1] Transcriptionist's note: Unable to identify the third voice. It is heavily distorted with static, and a droning sound appears on the recording simultaneously with the voice.”

Rules for Vanishing, by Kate Alice Marshall

“You may think you know the story. It goes something like this: once upon a time, there was a sixteen-year-old girl named Jane Grey, who was forced to marry a complete stranger (Lord Guildford or Gilford or Gifford-something-or-other), and shortly thereafter found herself ruler of a country. She was queen for nine days. Then she quite literally lost her head.
We have a different tale to tell. Pay attention. We’ve tweaked minor details. We’ve completely rearranged major details. Some names have been changed to protect the innocent (or not-so-innocent, or simply because we thought a name was terrible and we liked another name better). And we’ve added a touch of magic to keep things interesting. So really anything could happen. This is how we think Jane’s story should have gone.”

My Lady Jane, by Cynthia Hand, Brodi Ashton, and Jodi Meadows

“The memory has as many moods as the temper, and shifts its scenery like a diorama.”

― George Eliot

This quote sums up the protagonist of my latest book in more ways than one! It’s a challenge to write a character whose perception of the world and himself shifts back and forth, especially when the setting is entirely fictional.

An imaginary world has few limitations when you’re making up the story as you go along. In one sense, unlimited options are great because you never run out of things to write about. However, the story still needs to hang together in terms of its mood, tone, and visual imagery. That’s when it helps to have an aesthetic. And, let’s be honest, they are a lot of fun to make!

I recently passed the halfway point of Lost in Magic, my current work in progress, and it feels like a good time to bring together some of the pictures I’ve used as inspiration for Kellan’s story. The result, as you can see, includes plenty of Xytovian purple alongside magical remedies, a mysterious box, a secret message, a portal, and a hint of romance. Part of the story takes place during the events of Engraved in Magic, with some extra insight into what was happening to Kellan while Art was discovering his Spell Binder skills. I dont know how Lost in Magic is going to end yet, but Kellan is up against a new villain who is proving unexpectedly difficult to pin down.

I hope you enjoy the pictures, and thank you very much for visiting my blog today 💜.

When the landscape is decorated in soft layers of ice crystals, it’s like a touch of natural magic. Everything looks different, and it feels as if anything is possible. Today's blog post comes from a very snowy South England, where the wintry weather in the woods reminds me of one of my favourite poems by Robert Frost. 

Here are four poems, including Robert Frost’s masterpiece, that capture the mystery and wonder a little snow can bring. The photos were all taken this morning, and as you can see, my cat was happy to come exploring too! Thank you very much for visiting my blog today, and I hope you enjoy the poetry 💕.

Writing update: Lost in Magic is going well. Kellan is getting himself into a whole lot of trouble though!


It sifts from leaden sieves,

It powders all the wood,

It fills with alabaster wool

The wrinkles of the road.

It makes an even face

Of mountain and of plain, —

Unbroken forehead from the east

Unto the east again.

It reaches to the fence,

It wraps it, rail by rail,

Till it is lost in fleeces;

It flings a crystal veil

― Emily Dickinson


Snowflakes spill from heaven’s hand

Lovely and chaste like smooth white sand.

A veil of wonder laced in light

Falling Gently on a winter’s night.

Graceful beauty raining down

Giving magic to the lifeless ground.

Each snowflake like a falling star

Smiling beauty that’s spun afar.

Till earth is dressed in a robe of white

Unspoken poem the hush of night

― Linda A. Copp


Winter is the king of showmen,

Turning tree stumps into snow men,

And houses into birthday cakes,

And spreading sugar over lakes.


Smooth and clean and frosty white,

The world looks good enough to bite.

That’s the season to be young

Catching snowflakes on your tongue.

― Ogden Nash


Whose woods these are I think I know.

His house is in the village though;

He will not see me stopping here

To watch his woods fill up with snow.


My little horse must think it queer

To stop without a farmhouse near

Between the woods and frozen lake

The darkest evening of the year.


He gives his harness bells a shake

To ask if there is some mistake.

The only other sound’s the sweep

Of easy wind and downy flake.


The woods are lovely, dark and deep.

But I have promises to keep,

And miles to go before I sleep,

And miles to go before I sleep.

― Robert Frost

The door to 2021 is finally ajar, beckoning us toward a New Year and new opportunities. It’s difficult to look back on 2020 without comparing it to the year we were expecting (and most definitely did not get), and some things remain impossible to plan while there is so much uncertainty.

However, the good news is that reading and writing are two activities mostly unaffected by social distancing measures, so it seems like a good time to set myself some goals and look back on my favourite fictional journeys from this year. Today’s blog post will focus on books past, present, and future 📚.



“This was in the white of the year,

That was in the green,

Drifts were as difficult then to think

As daisies now to be seen.

Looking back is best that is left,

Or if it be before,

Retrospection is prospect's half,

Sometimes almost more.”

    —  Emily Dickinson


I have to hold my hands up and admit I spent a lot less time reading and writing this year. Not by choice, I hasten to add! There were just too many other challenges. But I have some very happy memories of taking my Kindle into the garden and reading next to the purple roses while my cat made the most of the summer sunshine. I discovered Temeraire the dragon and the Lunar Chronicles this year—I am quite a late reader for both series, but I really enjoyed them. And of course, Engraved in Magic was released at the end of July, continuing the Beyond Androva series from Art’s point of view.


“If you always try your best

Then you’ll never have to wonder

About what you could have done

If you’d summoned all your thunder.


And if your best

Was not as good

As you hoped it would be,

You still could say,

‘I gave today

All that I had in me.’”

    —  Barbara Vance


Today, I’m working on Lost in Magic, the next Beyond Androva story. Kellan, the narrator, has just had a fight with Galen, and I’m wondering how I can resolve it in such a way that they don’t become enemies. As you can see from the photo, my cat has settled on the sofa next to me so she can put a helpful paw on my keyboard when I’m supposed to make her dinner 😄. Later this evening, I’ll continue reading The Queen's Gambit, by Walter Tevis, my most recent book purchase. 



“Try, as best you can, not to let

The wire brush of doubt

Scrape from your heart

All sense of yourself

And your hesitant light.


If you remain generous,

Time will come good;

And you will find your feet

Again on fresh pastures of promise,

Where the air will be kind

And blushed with beginning.”

    —  John O'Donoghue


If things go according to plan (and I hope they do!), Lost in Magic will be released in the first half of 2021, leaving me free to choose my next story. I don’t know yet if Beyond Androva will be a trilogy or a longer series because it depends how Kellan’s story ends. I want to make sure all is well on Xytovia before I move on to one of the other worlds. In terms of reading, one of my first pre-orders for 2021 is A Vow So Bold and Deadly (The Cursebreaker Series #3), by Brigid Kemmerer—released in the UK on January 26th. I discovered the first book when I wrote an earlier blog post on fairy tale retellings: here

Which books are you looking forward to reading in 2021? Did you discover any new favourite stories in 2020? Thank you very much for visiting my blog today, and I hope the New Year brings you good health, good fortune, and lots of happiness!

Update January 21st: A reader mentioned their new book in a comment to this post, and because my TBR list is kind of long right now (understatement!) I thought I would update this post to include a link to the book. That way anyone who is interested can check it out for themselves. You can find it on Amazon here
Happy reading everyone 💕

I love reading all through the year, but there’s something very appealing about curling up with a good book and a mug of hot chocolate when the air outside is frosty and the winter sunset glows red through the bare branches of the trees. It feels like I’m halfway to an imaginary world before I turn the first page.


The holiday season is fast approaching, and it’s going to be quite different from previous years (much like the rest of 2020). However, I usually get the chance to spend more time reading and writing during the holidays, and I’m looking forward to it this year more than ever. With that in mind, I’ve been searching for some YA books with a Christmas or winter theme to add to my TBR list, and today’s blog post describes my three choices. They’re a mix of fantasy and contemporary, fairy tales, snow and ice, parallel lives, and romance. I can’t wait to start reading! 


There are also a couple of Christmas short stories set in the Legacy of Androva world available in earlier blog posts. The first one is here and its set after Seeking Magic. The second, an epilogue to the final book in the series, Connecting Magic, is here .


Thank you very much for visiting my blog today, and I wish you happy holidays and especially happy reading!


(Writing update:  I’m currently working on Lost in Magic, the third book in the Beyond Androva series. I don’t have a publication date yet, but Kellan’s story is going well.)


Girls Made of Snow and Glass, by Melissa Bashardoust Amazon US


Tagline: Only one can be queen.

Description: Sixteen-year-old Mina is motherless, her magician father is vicious, and her silent heart has never beat with love for anyone. In fact, it has never beat at all, for her father cut it out and replaced it with one of glass. When she moves to Whitespring Castle, Mina forms a plan: win the king's heart with her beauty, become queen, and finally know love. The only catch is that she'll have to become a stepmother.


Fifteen-year-old Lynet looks just like her late mother, and one day she discovers why: a magician created her out of snow in the dead queen's image. Lynet would rather be like her fierce and regal stepmother, Mina, but when her father makes her queen of the southern territories, Mina starts to look at Lynet with something like hatred, and Lynet must decide what to do—and who to be—in order to win back the only mother she's ever known… or else defeat her once and for all.


The Enchanted Sonata, by Heather Dixon Wallwork Amazon US


Tagline: A retelling of The Nutcracker Ballet with a dash of The Pied Piper.


Description: Clara Stahlbaum has her future perfectly planned: marry the handsome pianist, Johann Kahler, and settle down to a life full of music.  But all that changes when Clara receives a mysterious and magical nutcracker.


Whisked away to his world—an enchanted empire of beautiful palaces, fickle fairies, enormous rats, and a prince—Clara must face a magician who uses music as magic… and the future she thought she wanted.


One Way or Another, by Kara McDowell Amazon US


Tagline: Sliding Doors meets To All the Boys I've Loved Before in a sweet, smart holiday romance about a girl who decides to stop letting her anxiety stand in the way of true love.


Description: The average person makes 35,000 decisions every single day. That's about 34,999 too many for Paige Collins, who lives in debilitating fear of making the wrong choice… That's why when Paige is presented with two last-minute options for Christmas vacation, she's paralyzed by indecision. Should she go with her best friend (and longtime crush) Fitz to his family's romantic mountain cabin? Or should she accompany her mom to New York, a city Paige has spent her whole life dreaming about?


Just when it seems like Paige will crack from the pressure of choosing, fate steps in—in the form of a slippery grocery store floor—and Paige's life splits into two very different parallel paths. One path leads to New York where Paige falls for the city… and the charms of her unexpected tour guide. The other leads to the mountains where Paige might finally get her chance with Fitz… until her anxiety threatens to ruin everything. However, before Paige gets her happy ending in either destiny, she'll have to face the truth about her struggle with anxiety—and learn that you don't have to be perfect to deserve true love.

When it comes to magic, pretty much anything goes, especially if you’re creating a fictional world and its associated rules from scratch. As I write the third book in the Beyond Androva series, Kellan’s backstory brings the chance to explore Xytovia in a bit more detail, and it got me to thinking about the history of magic in storytelling.

I have always loved stories that contain magic, and it was probably inevitable that fantasy would be my genre of choice as a writer. It’s been a while since I did an A to Z, so today’s post is a lighthearted list inspired by magic in fiction. I’ve tried to include a variety of sources—books (of course!), film, television, and even some folklore. Is there anything on the list that you hadn’t heard of? Would your choices be the same as mine? I hope you enjoy it, and thank you very much for visiting my blog today 💕.

A is for Amulet

Amulets are typically small objects worn or carried for protection, and their long and varied history dates back to prehistoric times. The “magic” in the amulet comes from what it’s made of, or its shape, or what’s written on it, or the particular way it was constructed. A couple of great fictional examples include the glass snowdrop in Stardust by Neil Gaiman, and the Amulet of Samarkand, the first book in the Bartimaeus trilogy by Jonathan Stroud.

The picture shows a Wedjat Eye from Ancient Egypt, a symbol associated with both Horus the sky god and Ra the sun god. Amulets with the eye—in this case a sandal buckle—were believed to bring protection, healing, and regeneration. (Horus lost his eye in a fight with his uncle, but it was magically restored.)

B is for Bifrost

The Bifrost is from Norse mythology. It’s a rainbow bridge that connects Asgard, the world of the gods, with Midgard, the world of humanity. Heimdall guards the bridge and controls who enters and leaves Asgard. The Bifrost also appears as a visually spectacular special effect in the Marvel films, functioning as an obstacle and an enabler for various characters.

C is for Crystal

Healing crystals and stones have been around for thousands of years. The Ancient Sumerians (4,000 years BC) used crystals in their magic formulas, and “crystal” comes from Ancient Greece and the word for ice. Clear quartz crystal was thought to be water that had frozen so completely it would never thaw.

The picture is lapis lazuli, a crystal prized by the Sumerians for its ability to heal a wide variety of ailments. In terms of crystals in fiction, some of my favourite examples include the Elfstone created by J. R. R. Tolkien (it became Arwen’s Evenstar necklace in the Lord of the Rings films), lightsabers in the Star Wars universe, Marvel’s infinity stones, and the Seventh Tower series by Garth Nix.

D is for Dark One Dagger

“If I own that dagger, I control the Dark One. If I kill the Dark One with the dagger, I take his powers.”

—Rumplestiltskin to his son, Baelfire


Appearing in the television series Once Upon A Time, the dagger contains a curse that grants immense magical knowledge and power. The name of the Dark One is inscribed on the blade. Anyone in possession of the dagger has the ability to control the Dark One, and if the Dark One is killed with the dagger, the curse passes to the murderer, and the name on the blade changes. It makes for an interesting plot device that the dagger is the source of the Dark One’s strength but also makes them vulnerable.


E is for Excalibur

King Arthur, a legendary English monarch from the late fifth century, has been linked to two swords. The first was a sword embedded in stone that could only be drawn by the rightful king (Arthur). The second was given to Arthur by the Lady of the Lake after the first sword was broken. Both swords have been associated with the name Excalibur in subsequent stories, and the sword is usually considered to be of magical origin and/or to possess magical powers. (The Dark One Dagger was found to be part of Excalibur’s blade in a later series of Once Upon A Time.)


Myths about sentient weapons may have started because the process of sword making seemed magical to ancient civilisations. A lump of earth being transformed into a shiny but deadly object like a sword would have seemed a lot like magic!


F is for Feather

The feather of Ma’at (an Egyptian goddess who personified truth and justice) was used to judge the dead. Hearts were weighed against a single ostrich feather in the Hall of Two Truths. If the heart was lighter that the feather, the deceased was granted eternal life in the realm of the dead. If the heart was heavier, the outcome was rather less positive. The feather was the reason hearts were left in Egyptian mummies while the other organs were removed. Before being judged, the dead had to make their “negative confessions” and list all the bad deeds they didn’t commit. I guess the more you had to confess, the better your chances…


G is for Greek Fire

Greek Fire is an incendiary weapon that water can’t extinguish. I’ve included it as a magical item (in spite of the fact that it did once exist) because of its fictional use in ghost fighting in the Lockwood & Co. series by Jonathan Stroud. Also, the formula for creating Greek Fire as used by the Byzantine Empire in the seventh century has been lost to time, and no one today has been able to successfully recreate it.


H is for Hair

Specifically, Rapunzel's magic hair from the 2010 Disney film. Taking its power from the golden flower that healed Rapunzel’s mother, the queen, it’s very long, super strong, and has the ability to heal anything and everything. Including old age, if old age can be seen as something that needs healing! (Mother Gothel certainly thinks so…)


I is for Invisibility

Harry Potter’s Invisibility Cloak is an incredibly useful magical object that plays a role throughout the whole series. It enables Harry (and therefore the reader) to discover important plot points that other characters would never reveal in front of him. It’s not infallible either, as we see when Draco Malfoy realises Harry is spying on him beneath the cloak. And in the final book, the cloak is revealed to be one of the Deathly Hallows. The special effects in the films make the cloak appear very convincing!


J is for Journal

I thought Tom Riddle’s Diary was the most interesting out of the seven horcruxes (Harry excepted!) not just because it was the first that Voldemort created, but also because it allowed the reader to “meet” Voldemort while he was still Tom Riddle. When I first read the book, and the letters in Tom Marvolo Riddle rearranged themselves to spell I am Lord Voldemort, I was on the edge of my seat!


K is for Knight Bus

How does a witch or wizard get around if they don’t want to apparate or use the Floo Network? They hail the Knight Bus, as Harry did in The Prisoner of Azkaban. The bus was apparently commissioned in 1865, taking inspiration from the Muggle bus service of the time. It’s invisible to Muggles, and it causes other objects to dodge out of its way. That’s a trick that would make the traffic on my journey to work a lot easier to navigate…


L is for Lamp

Aladdin’s story is closely associated with the Arabian Nights (One Thousand and One Nights) even though it wasn’t actually part of the original Arabic text. It was added later in an eighteenth-century French translation. In most film adaptations, the genie of the lamp is a much bigger star of the story than the lamp itself. Have you ever wondered what you’d wish for if the lamp (hypothetically) came into your possession? Would you use one of your wishes to grant the genie their freedom?


M is for Mirror

Mirrors are the perfect example of an everyday item that can become a credible magical object. They can be windows. They can reveal or hide. They can be used to communicate. Some of my favourite fictional examples include the mirror used by Snow White’s stepmother (who’s the fairest of them all?), the mirror in Dracula by Bram Stoker (“this time there could be no error, for the man was close to me… But there was no reflection of him in the mirror!”), and the Mirror of Erised in Harry Potter (haven’t we all wondered what we’d see if we looked into it?).


N is for Necklace

The necklace I’ve chosen is from Arthurian legend, and it was given to Sir Pelleas by the Lady of the Lake. Sir Pelleas was a Knight of the Round Table said to have been rescued from an unrequited love by Nimue (the Lady of the Lake in many versions of the legend). She came across Sir Pelleas after his heart had been broken. Using magic, Nimue made the other lady love Sir Pelleas while he would be cured, feeling only hate for her in return. Sir Pelleas later fell in love with Nimue, and they married. The necklace contained an enchantment to make its wearer “unfathomably loved.”


O is for One Ring

I had to include this one! Arguably the most powerful artefact in Tolkien’s fictional realm of Middle-earth, it was infused with Sauron’s evil intentions and almost impossible to destroy. You only have to look at how Déagol became Gollum to understand the ring’s ability to distort and corrupt its bearer.


P is for Portal

Given the role of portals in my own books, there was only one possible choice for this letter 🙂. Portals, or magical doorways, are exciting and unpredictable. Anything and anyone could be on the other side. As a reader, the first portals I discovered were in the Chronicles of Narnia by C. S. Lewis. The wardrobe in The Lion, the Witch and the Wardrobe is probably the most famous one, but the characters were able to go to Narnia through other doorways too. I think the wardrobe is the most memorable because when I was eight years old, it seemed almost possible it could happen to me.


Q is for Quill

I don’t know why, but magic and quills seem to be a frequent combination in storytelling. Perhaps it’s because the traditional image of a magician in a fantasy setting might seem a bit strange if there were a plastic biro on the table (you know, next to the parchment 😉).


There are two particularly memorable quills in the Harry Potter books. The Blood Quill is used by Professor Umbridge to deliver a nasty form of detention. Painful magical cuts appear on the back of the user’s hand to mirror the lines they are writing. “I must not tell lies” in Harry’s case. The Quick Quotes Quill is used by journalist Rita Skeeter to take notes during her interviews, sensationalising the words of her interviewees to the point that they bear little resemblance to the truth. “My eyes aren’t ‘glistening with the ghosts of my past!’”


R is for Riptide

Riptide is another magical sword, this time belonging to Percy Jackson in the world created by Rick Riordan. The sword is made from Celestial Bronze, a material that is only deadly to gods and demigods (and a few other non-human characters). If you’re an ordinary mortal, Riptide will pass straight through you as if the sword were an illusion. Percy is able to keep it in his pocket as a pen, turning it back into a sword by taking off the cap.


S is for Stele

Steles are tools used by Shadowhunters in the books by Cassandra Clare. Made from the heavenly metal adamas, a stele looks a bit like a kind of wand, and it glows when being used to draw runes onto the skin. These runes grant the supernatural abilities that Shadowhunters depend on in their fight against demons.


T is for Time Travel

I guess this one is more of a story enabler than a magical item (unless you include the Time Turner used by Hermione Granger). As a reader, I’m a big fan of time travel, though I do prefer it when the characters go back instead of forward. I love the chance to learn about the past through the eyes of a modern-day character. My favourites as a child were Tom’s Midnight Garden by Philippa Pearce and Can I Get There by Candlelight? by Jean Doty. More recently, I’ve really enjoyed the Outlander books by Diana Gabaldon.


U is for Unspoken Water

This one comes from Scottish folklore and refers to a special kind of water that has magical healing properties. The water itself is not magical, but the method used to collect it makes it so. It must be taken “from under a bridge, over which the living pass and the dead are carried, brought in the dawn or twilight to the house of a sick person, without the bearer’s speaking, either in going or returning.”


V is for Vanishing Cabinet

I suppose on reflection, the Vanishing Cabinet as described in Harry Potter is like a portal, although it only works if you have two of them. A person who steps into one of the cabinets will instantly emerge from the other. Draco Malfoy repaired a Vanishing Cabinet at Hogwarts that was linked with another at Borgin and Burkes, allowing a group of Death Eaters into the school. The resulting confrontation with Dumbledore forced Severus Snape to make good on both his promise to Dumbledore and the Unbreakable Vow he made with Narcissa Malfoy, Draco’s mother.


W is for Wand

No magical list would be complete without a reference to wands! The mention of wands in fiction dates as far back as the eighth century BC, when Homer described the use of magic “rods” by Hermes, Athena, and Circe in The Iliad and The Odyssey. There are so many fictional characters that are associated with wands, heroes and villains both, from Cinderella’s Fairy Godmother to the White Witch in The Lion, the Witch and the Wardrobe. And I will hold my hand up and admit that I do own a Harry Potter wand from when I visited the Studio Tour a couple of years ago (Severus Snape’s).


X is for Xirang

In Chinese mythology, Xirang (Breathing Earth, Living Earth) is a magical substance with the ability to continuously grow, something that can be extremely helpful in stopping flood water, for example, or creating land for farming.


Y is for Yggdrasil

Yggdrasil is an enormous ash tree from Norse mythology that is supposed to connect the Nine Realms. It was pretty much considered to be the centre of the known universe. The idea of “warden trees” continued right up to the nineteenth century. They were believed to bring good luck to the land on which they grew.


Z is for Zeus’s Thunderbolt

The thunderbolt was a weapon made for Zeus by the Cyclops in the war against the Titans, a dynastic conflict that ended when Zeus killed his father, the Titan Cronus. Before you feel too sorry for Cronus, legend has it that Cronus had previously seized control from his own father and had become so paranoid that his own children would one day do the same to him that he ate them all! Zeus, the youngest child, was hidden by his mother until he was old enough to return, rescue his siblings (who were growing inside Cronus) and wage war. The never-ending bucketful of thunderbolts proved to be a deciding factor in Zeus’s victory.


Thank you for reading!