Dear Spellbook - A Complete Progression Fantasy Timeloop Box Set by Peter J. Lee

Author:Peter J. Lee [Lee, Peter J.]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Portal Books
Published: 2026-02-24T00:00:00+00:00

TWENTY-FOUR

The Wand

Riloth 19th the 124th

I took the wand to the most chair-like rock and made myself comfortable.

Holding it gingerly in my hand, I turned it over for any signs of, well, not levers, but something. The wand was eighteen inches long and made out of bone. It had been turned into a perfect cylinder, with edges as smooth as polished steel and a tapered tip that was sharp to the touch. I found nothing in my cursory examination, so I turned to my Willsight with a brief mental jaunt to my vault.

I’d used it often while examining the spellbook, finding that the headaches it induced got worse when looking at high concentrations of Will. The wand shone a sea green, and I tasted salt lightly on my tongue, as if standing in a breeze off the ocean.

Could this be the bone of some magical sea creature?

I held the wand close to my eye, but the solid green aura didn’t alter its appearance no matter the distance. Next, I dismissed my sight and closed my eyes, focusing on sensing the Will inside the wand.

I got something.

It was like when I’d sensed the Will Dagmar had imbued into that dagger the day she’d taught me about runes, but more. Much, much more.

On that day, I’d sensed a simple concept, but this felt like I’d shocked myself with my own Lightning Bolt—Lightning, I suppose I should say. My mind was suddenly full of disjointed fragments. It was like holding a spell that I was about to send into the Arcane Realm, but instead of an orderly construct of Will, it was a scorching hot ball of razors covered in glass.

The pain was so great that I lost consciousness, and I woke to Dagmar sitting on my chair rock and snacking on the wizard’s rations.

“I take it you didn’t figure it out,” she said when my eyes opened.

“Nope,” I said, rubbing my throbbing head, “but I think I have a clue.”

Still lying in the leaves, I clasped my hand on the wand and closed my eyes, fully entering my mental vault.

The place was a disaster, which was a new experience. I’d never witnessed it undergo any changes I hadn’t directly performed. My neatly-ordered shelves of books that made up my memories were in disarray, covering the floor, and the air was filled with thick smoke. Frantically, I looked through the books, worried that my mishap had somehow destroyed my memories, but all those I checked—be they memory or spell construct—seemed intact.

Once I was satisfied that I hadn’t endured permanent mental trauma, I was able to clear up the mess in only a moment and with a small effort of Will. I sat on the ground, remembered the way the small apartment had been, and watched as the books returned to their shelves.

The smoke, however, was a different matter. No matter what I tried, I couldn’t get it to leave. Adopting a different tactic, I focused on it as I would a book, and to my satisfaction, I sensed something.

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