The Wizard Of Prali

About the Book

Across from the dragon’s remains on the other side of the church behind the altar, the ice encasing of the wizard begins to crack. The lava melting the tomb of the last known wizard, the dragon remains giving way to a new era in evil, the wizard’s prison melts. Suddenly the rumbling ceases, the lava loses its firm control over the damaged church. Slowly the lava seeps back to its origins. The church remains silent and still, the ground damaged, the golden walls cracked, the bones of the dragon incinerated. The encased wizard still imprisoned by the ice, cracks in the ice allowing warm air to enter the casing. The wizard’s mouth moves slightly, his mind returning to conscience thought. Mumbling of words escape his cracked elderly lips. "Oh mighty Lord Satan, god of this world, god of my flesh, god of my mind, god of my inner most will. Every part of this world is within your power. You are within every part of this world. Every part of me is within your power. You are within every part of me. I am yours, whether I serve you willingly or not, for I am myself, whether I am true to myself or not. Of my own free will, I now acknowledge your abundant power of my own free will, I now present myself to You, in your service" The wizard speaking the words, the words to his master. The enemy of the world free to wreak havoc among God's people, Satan's wizard returns once more. The ice cracking, crashing to the ground, blocks of ice sliding down the church altar steps, slowly melting away into the dark cracks and crevices. The wizard stretching out his hand, a devilish smile comes to his face. "I AM FREE!!!!!" His eyes red, filled with revenge and hate. The wizards delight becomes infectious with madness. His laughs fill the cavernous church. "The apostles thought they could stop me. Pope Clement of Rome thought he could stop me. That ridiculous priest Bernard thought he could stop me. NOTHING CAN STOP SIMON MAGNUS!!!!!"

About the Author

Davidson L. Haworth, has been writing fantasy novels, articles, and screenplays since his early years as an adolescent. His writings transcend through the ages and he is considered by many to be the father of historical fantasy. He has been involved in local theater productions, including the San Jose Ballet’s “The Nutcracker” in 2010. Davidson also enjoys traveling the world for new story ideas and lives in San Jose, California with his wife and two children.