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  The Complete Urban Fantasy Saga

  Jamie Davis

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  Contents

  Book 1 - The Charm Runner

  Chapter 1

  Chapter 2

  Chapter 3

  Chapter 4

  Chapter 5

  Chapter 6

  Chapter 7

  Chapter 8

  Chapter 9

  Chapter 10

  Chapter 11

  Chapter 12

  Chapter 13

  Chapter 14

  Chapter 15

  Chapter 16

  Chapter 17

  Chapter 18

  Chapter 19

  Chapter 20

  Chapter 21

  Chapter 22

  Chapter 23

  Chapter 24

  Chapter 25

  Chapter 26

  Chapter 27

  Chapter 28

  Chapter 29

  Chapter 30

  Chapter 31

  Chapter 32

  Chapter 33

  Chapter 34

  Chapter 35

  Chapter 36

  Chapter 37

  Chapter 38

  Chapter 39

  Chapter 40

  Chapter 41

  Chapter 42

  Chapter 43

  Chapter 44

  Chapter 45

  Chapter 46

  Chapter 47

  Chapter 48

  Chapter 49

  Epilogue

  Book 2 - Prophecy’s Child

  Chapter 1

  Chapter 2

  Chapter 3

  Chapter 4

  Chapter 5

  Chapter 6

  Chapter 7

  Chapter 8

  Chapter 9

  Chapter 10

  Chapter 11

  Chapter 12

  Chapter 13

  Chapter 14

  Chapter 15

  Chapter 16

  Chapter 17

  Chapter 18

  Chapter 19

  Chapter 20

  Chapter 21

  Chapter 22

  Chapter 23

  Chapter 24

  Chapter 25

  Chapter 26

  Chapter 27

  Chapter 28

  Chapter 29

  Chapter 30

  Chapter 31

  Chapter 32

  Chapter 33

  Chapter 34

  Chapter 35

  Chapter 36

  Chapter 37

  Chapter 38

  Chapter 39

  Chapter 40

  Chapter 41

  Chapter 42

  Chapter 43

  Chapter 44

  Chapter 45

  Epilogue

  Book 3 - Queen of Avalon

  Chapter 1

  Chapter 2

  Chapter 3

  Chapter 4

  Chapter 5

  Chapter 6

  Chapter 7

  Chapter 8

  Chapter 9

  Chapter 10

  Chapter 11

  Chapter 12

  Chapter 13

  Chapter 14

  Chapter 15

  Chapter 16

  Chapter 17

  Chapter 18

  Chapter 19

  Chapter 20

  Chapter 21

  Chapter 22

  Chapter 23

  Chapter 24

  Chapter 25

  Chapter 26

  Chapter 27

  Chapter 28

  Chapter 29

  Chapter 30

  Chapter 31

  Chapter 32

  Chapter 33

  Chapter 34

  Chapter 35

  Chapter 36

  Chapter 37

  Chapter 38

  Chapter 39

  Chapter 40

  Chapter 41

  Chapter 42

  Chapter 43

  Epilogue

  Book 4 - Stolen Destiny

  Chapter 1

  Chapter 2

  Chapter 3

  Chapter 4

  Chapter 5

  Chapter 6

  Chapter 7

  Chapter 8

  Chapter 9

  Chapter 10

  Chapter 11

  Chapter 12

  Chapter 13

  Chapter 14

  Chapter 15

  Chapter 16

  Chapter 17

  Chapter 18

  Chapter 19

  Chapter 20

  Chapter 21

  Chapter 22

  Chapter 23

  Chapter 24

  Chapter 25

  Chapter 26

  Chapter 27

  Chapter 28

  Chapter 29

  Chapter 30

  Chapter 31

  Chapter 32

  Chapter 33

  Chapter 34

  Chapter 35

  Chapter 36

  Chapter 37

  Chapter 38

  Chapter 39

  Chapter 40

  Chapter 41

  Chapter 42

  Chapter 43

  Chapter 44

  Book 5 - Mended Throne

  Prologue

  Chapter 1

  Chapter 2

  Chapter 3

  Chapter 4

  Chapter 5

  Chapter 6

  Chapter 7

  Chapter 8

  Chapter 9

  Chapter 10

  Chapter 11

  Chapter 12

  Chapter 13

  Chapter 14

  Chapter 15

  Chapter 16

  Chapter 17

  Chapter 18

  Chapter 19

  Chapter 20

  Chapter 21

  Chapter 22

  Chapter 23

  Chapter 24

  Chapter 25

  Chapter 26

  Chapter 27

  Chapter 28

  Chapter 29

  Chapter 30

  Chapter 31

  Chapter 32

  Chapter 33

  Chapter 34

  Chapter 35

  Chapter 36

  Chapter 37

  Chapter 38

  Chapter 39

  Chapter 40

  Chapter 41

  Chapter 42

  Chapter 43

  Epilogue

  Learn How it All Began…

  Also by Jamie Davis

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  Book 1 - The Charm Runner

  Chapter 1

  Winnie brushed a long strand of cocoa-colored hair back behind her ear as she concentrated on the hammer, holding it in one hand while using the other to manipulate the magic, flowing until it matched the pattern in her mind. Once done, she tied off the strands, looked up at her customer with a smile, and handed him the simple carpenter’s hammer.

  Winnie punched the total into her register. “That’ll be $4.99, Mr. Wilson.”

  Mr. Wilson’s eyes moved from the total to Winnie. “And it will never miss the nail?”

  “Nope, and I adde
d a force component to the charm so it should hit the nail flush with the wood in a single strike. You’ll be the fastest carpenter in Baltimore.”

  “Thank you, Winnie. You’re the best. Glad I got in here before the Resolution passes. I don’t know what I’d do without your charmed tools in my box.” Mr. Wilson, leaving Charmed with a smile like always, turned to make his way through the crowd.

  “Don’t worry, we’re not going anywhere,” she called after him. “Resolution 84 will never pass.”

  Winnie sighed and greeted the next customer. The announcer on the small television behind the counter covered the Assembly hearings live while she worked.

  “Nils Kane, Director of the Department of Magical Containment, testified before the Assembly’s membership earlier today, calling for the passage of Resolution 84 in order to protect the people from what he called the ‘insidious effects of prolonged magic use and proximity to charmed items on the human body.’ The Director said that every use of magic leads to the eventual use of the Sable trade, the dark magic currently against the law in the United Americas. Kane took tough questions from opposition members supporting a more moderate approach in stride, putting them in their place … ”

  Winnie shook her head. There was no way the Assembly would outlaw the use of basic magic or simple charmed items. That would turn the United Americas into a nation of outlaws. Everybody owned and used simple charms. She looked about her simple housewares store. Charmed was one of the Enclave’s most popular shops, and she had many repeat customers who bought her magically enhanced appliances, utensils, and tools to make their lives a little easier. While most middlings — any person who didn’t possess inherent magical skills — looked down on chanters like Winnie, her mom, and the others who made the Enclave their home, she’d always thought her customers were her friends and treated her like anyone else.

  Winnie looked at the packed shop and the line up to the counter. Everyone held a charmed item from the shelves or a mundane object from home they wanted her to charm for a specific task. It was what she did, and Winnie couldn’t see small, harmless shops like hers put out of business by new anti-magic regulations. She simply needed to pay her fees and taxes, and tolerate escalating inspections from the Red Legs — the enforcers who monitored stores like hers to make sure she didn’t deal in illegal items that crossed into the Sable trade. If she stayed within the law, then everything would be fine.

  The woman in front of her held up a glass mixing bowl and whisk. “Will this need recharging? I don’t want to purchase an automatic cake mixer if I can’t get the magic recharged after the Resolution passes, Winnie.”

  “You know better than that, Mrs. Johnson. Our charms are always guaranteed. If it ever stops working, bring it back here and we’ll fix it right up for you.”

  “Winnie dear, aren’t you listening to the news? The magical temperance movement has won. The assembly is voting tonight, and they are going to outlaw all magic. The Red Legs will arrest me if I try bringing something back for a recharge.” Terror at being held by the Department of Magical Containment’s security goons lit the woman’s eyes.

  “I promise you, Mrs. Johnson … ” Winnie raised her voice and added a volume charm with a flick of her wrist so that everyone in the packed shop could hear her. “I promise all of you. Our shop sells quality magical goods that will work for as long as you own them. Resolution 84 will never pass. I’ll still be here, open for business tomorrow.”

  Winnie relaxed the charm on her voice, then punched a few keys on the ancient mechanical register. Her mother had insisted on using it ever since she’d opened the shop when Winnie was a child.

  “That will be $7.25 for the bowl and the whisk, Mrs. Johnson.” Winnie held out her hand while the woman counted out bills from her purse, then made change from the cash drawer. She handed it back to the woman and placed the items inside a paper bag.

  The woman leaned in and whispered, “Too bad you don’t offer calorie reduction charms on your mixers. I’d buy even more.”

  Winnie shook her head and leaned over the counter to whisper back. “That’s forbidden, Mrs. Johnson. You know that. We don’t deal in the Sable trade here — you’ll never catch me selling magic that directly affects a human being. It eats away at you. It harms the chanter who casts the spell, too.”

  “It’s a shame, dear. Your magic is good enough, and you’d make so much more money than you ever could with all these simple household artifacts. A moot point now, I suppose — the Assembly is ending it all tonight.” A pure sadness seemed to swallow Mrs. Johnson’s eyes. She forced a smile and added, “You take care of yourself, dearie.”

  Winnie shook her head, watching Mrs. Johnson turn around and walk away, slowly making her way through the bustling throng. The law was clear. Resolution 35 clearly stated that no charmed item could be magically enhanced to directly affect or enhance a living being. That had been the law since before Winnie was born, passed over sixty years ago.

  In all her eighteen years, she’d never cast a charm to violate that law. Mother had forbidden teaching her even the older charms that could use it, although now her abilities had reached a point where she could see how the flows could be manipulated to affect a person. It would have been easy to make it so that any items prepared in Mrs. Johnson’s bowl had fewer calories when served. But that was wrong and Winnie wasn’t a criminal.

  She and her mother earned a decent income working the shop. Even after the draconian licenses purchased to certify their merchandise and endless inspections from the Red Legs, they made enough to live a comfortable life. Sure, she and her mother were confined to living in the Enclave — the sanctioned area of Baltimore where all chanters were required to live. Every city in the Americas had an area (or ghetto, Winnie thought) like the Enclave. It was how the middlings kept track of the minority of humans able to manipulate the flows of magic; it was how the Assembly made sure that magic was used safely by all. The TV seemed to get louder behind her as Director Kane continued his testimony.

  “ … The continued use of magic is damaging our cities beyond repair. We must consider how many people suffer from the Sable trade and understand that every chanter out there is using their inhuman power to gain control of us all. We must seize this opportunity to stamp out the use of magic for all but the most necessary tasks sanctioned and controlled by the government.”

  Winnie looked at screen and the politician in the video feed. Nils Kane was an unassuming man when you looked at him, average in most every way. His short brown hair, slicked back with some sort of gel product so it glistened for the cameras, framed his face with its ever-present and always disarming smile. He looked like a favorite uncle or neighbor, but the man always spewed such hateful and erroneous things about her community that Winnie easily saw him for the power-grabbing bully he was.

  Nils Kane thought that all chanters were untrustworthy at best and evil at worst. For years, he’d been driving hard to make it so that magic could only be used to maintain the country’s public works and grand buildings where magic was integral to the structures themselves. He would allow the use of magic by Charm Techs like her friend Tris. Under strict supervision, such techs could be trusted to maintain the buildings.