The Wizardry Consulted (Wiz, Book 4)
Computer programmer extraordinaire "Wiz" Zumwalt, the man who mastered magic, has been taken prisoner by the dragons, who demand a piece of the magical action. What's a Wiz to do?
junior assistant." Llewllyn was more apprehensive than ever. "Alternative?" he asked faintly. Wiz smiled. "Why dwell on unpleasantness? Especially when it need never happen?" "Of course. Assistant you say?" "Junior assistant, but still a consultant with all the rights, privileges and duties thereof." He smiled even more broadly. "I'm sure the Sparrow would advise you to take it, were he here." The young man's eyes widened. "You don't mean he is likely to come here, do you?" "Llewllyn," Wiz
case containing a dozen lock picks. He selected one, put the tension wrench in the keyhole and went to work. If Pashley wasn't smart, he was clever with his hands. He also knew how to pick locks. Unfortunately lock picking is not like riding a bicycle. You need to keep doing it to keep in practice and Pashley hadn't practiced for a couple of years. It took him longer than he expected to tickle the tumblers and get the lock to turn. * * * Meanwhile Ray Whipple was getting more nervous by
the presentation. Of course the logical implication of that is that the average executive has the attention span of a three-year-old and the analytical skills of a magpie. Normally Wiz would have found that a very depressing reflection. Just now it was comforting. The only thing standing between him and doom in an utterly impossible situation was his ability to sling creative bullshit. It would certainly be well-illustrated bullshit. Using the spell Danny had developed so long ago and far away,
dressed women eyed Wiz and a few of the larger men looked him up and down speculatively, but either Wiz's reputation as a powerful wizard had preceded him or they knew Malkin too well to try anything. Except for an occasional hand lightly brushing his belt for the pouch that wasn't there, no one interfered with them. Malkin led him deeper into the twisty maze of lanes and alleys, between houses that sagged out over the street to support each other like staggering drunks, down alleys over piles
only way out was the trail they had come up. They could stay where they were, but sooner or later the dragon was sure to see or smell them. There really wasn't anything else to do, he decided. Especially not with the girl here. "I will face the monster." Anna turned even paler. "Oh, but you can't. You'll be killed." The wizard took her in his arms. "If I am it will be in a good cause. I will gladly offer up my last drop of heart's blood to save you." "Oh, be careful," Anna breathed. "Come