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by Blake Charlton

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Nicodemus is a young, gifted wizard with a problem. Magic in his world requires the caster to create spells by writing out the text . . . but he has always been dyslexic, and thus has trouble casting even the simplest of spells. And his misspells could prove dangerous, even deadly, should he make a mistake in an important incantation.

Yet he has always felt that


Nicodemus is a young, gifted wizard with a problem. Magic in his world requires the caster to create spells by writing out the text . . . but he has always been dyslexic, and thus has trouble casting even the simplest of spells. And his misspells could prove dangerous, even deadly, should he make a mistake in an important incantation.

Yet he has always felt that he is destined to be something more than a failed wizard. When a powerful, ancient evil begins a campaign of murder and disruption, Nicodemus starts to have disturbing dreams that lead him to believe that his misspelling could be the result of an curse. But before he can discover the truth about himself, he is attacked by an evil which has already claimed the lives of fellow wizards and has cast suspicion on his mentor. He must flee for his own life if he's to find the true villain.

But more is at stake than his abilities. For the evil that has awakened is a power so dread and vast that if unleashed it will destroy Nicodemus... and the world.

Editorial Reviews

Publishers Weekly
Debut novelist Charlton creates a complex world in which magical abilities depend on the ability to handle words. Apprentice wizard Nicodemus Weal was once thought to be the prophesied Halcyon, but his inability to control spells sends him to the bottom of the pecking order. When murders and strange activities coincide with the Convocation at Starhaven, visiting wizards and druids begin to wonder whether Nicodemus might in fact be the anti-Halcyon. While the magic system is intriguing and carefully described, the setting is never fully realized, and Nicodemus's interactions with other teachers and students seem to take place in a world bereft of supporting characters. Charlton's baroque prose perfectly mirrors the central role of language and the byzantine politics surrounding the Convocation and the potential prophecy, and the innovative spell craft will please fantasy readers weary of more traditional magics. (Feb.)
Library Journal
Nicodemus Weal, a young spellcaster and student at the magic school in Starhaven, is a cacographer—a mage whose misspellings send his spells in unpredictable and sometimes disastrous directions. His mentor believes he may be the prophesied Halcyon, destined to save the world; others believe him to be the Storm Petrel, a mage fated to destroy all magic. VERDICT Charlton's debut presents a refreshingly new look at magic and the power of words. Nicodemus is a strong protagonist, but the supporting cast is equally as memorable, two qualities that will make this series opener resonate in the reader's mind. Highly recommended.
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“I'm fascinated to see what happens next, and will be following every word with the absorption of an apprentice spellwright. You will be, too.” —Tad Williams, bestselling author of Shadowmarch

“Think words can't hurt you? Sometimes, they can kill. The spells of textual magic of this enthralling take will demonstrate how.” —Terry Brooks, New York Times bestselling author

“An enjoyable, well-written novel, with a satisfying conclusion.” —SFX Magazine, 4.5 stars

“A refreshingly new look at magic and the power of words. Nicodemus is a strong protagonist, but the supporting cast is equally as memorable. This series opener [will] resonate in the reader's mind. Highly recommended.” —Library Journal, starred review

“Spellwright brims with a love for the genre and a thrill for written language.” —Chicago Sun-Times

VOYA - Michael Levy
In this well-done first novel by a medical student who grew up with a serious learning disability, young Nicodemus Weal is an apprentice wizard who suffers from a kind of magical dyslexia. In Nicodemus's world, all magic is created through spells that are, quite literally, spelled out—written letter-by-letter and paragraph-by-paragraph in a variety of magical languages. It, of course, puts him at an enormous disadvantage as he and other apprentices with similar problems find it impossible to do all but the simplest forms of magic and are treated with open disdain by those not so afflicted. To make matters worse, Nicodemus was born with a large and very peculiar keloid on his back, a scar that could indicate that he is the Halcyon, a long-awaited savior-magician destined to save humanity from an apocalyptic magical event called the Disjunction. Nicodemus's world is a complex one, filled with a variety of political factions, some of which anticipate the Halcyon, while others deny the very possibility of such a savior. Still others would pervert the Halcyon's mission and would just as soon see Nicodemus dead as alive. Charlton's hero is an attractive young man, although filled with self-doubt and imperfections. The author creates a very interesting if, at times, somewhat cumbersome magical system that should fascinate readers familiar with the work of Robert Jordan and David Eddings. Reviewer: Michael Levy

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Nicodemus waited for the library to empty before he suggested committing a crime punishable by expulsion.

"If I edit you, we can both be asleep in an hour," he said to his text in what he hoped was a casual tone.

At twenty-five, Nicodemus Weal was young for a spellwright, old for an apprentice. He stood an inch over six feet and never slouched. His long hair shone jet black, his complexion dark olive—two colors that made his green eyes seem greener.

The text to whom he was speaking was a common library gargoyle. She was a construct, an animated being composed of magical language. And as Starhaven constructs went, she was a very plain spell.

More advanced gargoyles were animalistic mishmashes: the head of a snake on the body of a pig, limbs profuse with talons and tentacles or fangs and feathers. That sort of thing.

But the gargoyle squatting on the table before Nicodemus took the shape of only one animal: an adult snow monkey. Her slender stone torso and limbs were covered with stylized carvings representing fur. Her bare face presented heavy cheeks and weary eyes.

Her author had given her only one augmentation: a short tail from which protruded three hooked paragraphs of silvery prose. As Nicodemus watched the spell, she picked up three books and, using their clasps, hung them on her tail paragraphs.

"You edit me? Not likely," she retorted and then slowly climbed onto a bookshelf. "Besides, I was written so that I can’t fall asleep until daylight."

"But you have better things to do than reshelve books all night," Nicodemus countered, smoothing out his black apprentice’s robes.

"I might," the spell admitted, now climbing laterally along the shelf.

Nicodemus cradled a large codex in his left arm. "And you’ve let apprentices edit you before."

"Rarely," she grunted, climbing up two shelves. "And certainly never a cacographer." She pulled a book from her tail and slipped it onto the shelf. "You are a cacographer, aren’t you? You misspell magical texts simply by touching them?" She looked back at him with narrowed stone eyes.

Nicodemus had anticipated such a question; still, it felt like a kick in the stomach. "I am," he said flatly.

The gargoyle climbed another shelf. "Then it’s against library rules: constructs aren’t to let cacographers touch them. Besides, the wizards might expel you for editing me."

Nicodemus took a slow breath.

To either side of them stretched rows of bookshelves and scrollracks. They were on the tenth and top floor of the library known as the Stacks—a square building that housed many of Starhaven’s manuscripts.

Presently the building was empty save for Nicodemus and the gargoyle. Some light came from moonbeams falling on the paper window screens, more from the incandescent flamefly paragraphs flitting about above Nicodemus.

He stepped closer to the gargoyle. "We’ve been reshelving so long that you’ve slowed down. So it’s only your energetic prose that needs rewriting. I don’t have to touch you to do that. All the other apprentices edited their constructs; that’s why they and their gargoyles finished hours ago."

"All the other apprentices weren’t cacographers," the spell replied, reshelving another book. "Don’t cacographers always have to stay this late for Stacks duty?"

Trying not to scowl, Nicodemus laid his books back down on the table. "No, usually we don’t need to rejuvenate our gargoyles. It’s this damn convocation; the wizards are pulling every manuscript they can think of to impress their guests."

The gargoyle grimaced at their pile of unshelved books. "So that’s why we’ve four times as much work to night."

Nicodemus gave the construct his most haggard look. "It’s worse than you know. I’ve still got an anatomy text to review and two spelling drills to complete before morning class."

The gargoyle laughed. "You want empathy from a primary construct? Ha! You might be a cacographer, but you can still think freely."

Nicodemus closed his eyes and realized that they stung from lack of sleep. Half an hour had already passed since midnight, and he had to wake with the dawn bell.

He looked at the gargoyle. "If you let me rejuvenate your energetic prose to night, I’ll find you a modification scroll tomorrow. Then you can change yourself however you like—wings, claws, what ever."

The textual construct began to climb back toward the table. "Wonderful, wings from a cacographer. What good would a scroll written by a retarded—"

"No, you pile of clichéd prose!" Nicodemus snapped. "I didn’t say 'write.’ I said 'find,’ which means 'steal.’ "

"Ho ho, the boy has some spirit after all." The gargoyle chuckled. She stopped climbing to look back at him. "Steal a scroll from whom?"

Nicodemus pulled a lock of black hair away from his face. Bribing constructs was an illegal but common practice in Starhaven. He disliked it, but he disliked the idea of another sleepless night even more. "I am Magister Shannon’s apprentice," he said.

"Magister Agwu Shannon, the famous linguist?" the gargoyle asked excitedly. "The expert on textual intelligence?"

"The same."

A slow stone smile spread across the gargoyle’s face. "Then you’re the boy who failed to live up to prophecy? The one they thought was the Halcyon until he turned out to be retarded?"

"Do we have a deal or not?" Nicodemus retorted hotly, his hands clenched.

Still smiling, the gargoyle climbed onto the table. "Are the rumors about Shannon true?"

"I wouldn’t know; I don’t listen to hearsay," Nicodemus growled. "And if you speak one word against Magister, heaven help me but I’ll knock you into sentence fragments."

The gargoyle snickered. "Such a loyal apprentice, considering you’re offering to steal one of Shannon’s scrolls."

Nicodemus clenched his jaw and reminded himself that, at some point, virtually all apprentices bribed constructs with their mentor’s work. "Gargoyle, what do you want?"

She answered instantly: "Two stone more weight, so the medium-weight gargoyles can’t push me off my sleeping perch. And quaternary cognition."

Nicodemus resisted the urge to roll his eyes. "Don’t be ignorant; most humans can’t reach quaternary cognition."

The gargoyle frowned and attached a book to her tail. "Tertiary, then."

Nicodemus shook his head. "With your executive text, we can’t do better than secondary cognition."

She crossed her arms. "Tertiary."

"You might as well bargain for the white moon. You’re asking for something I can’t give."

"And you’re asking me to be edited by a cacographer. Aren’t cacographers incapable of concentrating long enough to finish a spell?"

"No," he said curtly. "Some of us have that problem, but I don’t. The only thing that defines a cacographer is a tendency to misspell a complex text when touching it. And I wouldn’t have to touch you."

The stone monkey folded her arms. "But you’re asking me to deliberately violate library rules."

This time Nicodemus did roll his eyes. "You can’t violate library rules, gargoyle; you’ve only got primary cognition. Your rules only forbid my touching you. All I need do to night is add more energetic language to your body. I can do that without touching you. I’ve done this before and the gargoyle didn’t lose a single rune."

The spell leaned forward and searched his face with blank stone eyes. "Two stone more weight and secondary cognition."

"Deal," Nicodemus grunted. "Now turn around."

The gargoyle’s tail was still attached to a large spellbook. But rather than unfasten it, she stepped on top of the codex and turned to present her back.

Nicodemus’s black apprentice robes had slits sewn into the top of the sleeves, near the shoulder. He slipped his arms out of these and looked down at his right elbow.

Magical runes were made not with pen and paper, but within muscle. Nicodemus, like all spellwrights, had been born with the ability to transform his physical strength into runes made of pure magical energy.

By tensing his bicep, he forged several runes within his arm. He could see the silvery language shine through skin and sinew. Tensing his bicep again, he joined the letters into a sentence, which he let spill into his forearm.

With a wrist flick, he cast the simple spell into the air, where it twisted like a tendril of glittering smoke. He extended his arm and cast the sentence onto the nape of the monkey’s neck.

The spell contained a disassemble command; therefore, where it touched the construct, she began to shine with a silver glow. Nicodemus wrote a second sentence with his left arm and cast it next to his first. A seam of light ran down to the gargoyle’s tail, and the two sides of her back swung open as if on hinges.

A coiling profusion of incandescent prose shone before him.

Different magical languages had different properties, and this gargoyle was made of two: Magnus, a robust silvery language that affected the physical world, and Numinous, an elegant golden language that altered light and other magical text. The gargoyle thought with her Numinous passages, moved with her Magnus.

Nicodemus’s task was to add more energetic Magnus sentences. Fortunately, the structure of these energetic sentences was so simple that even a cacographer could compose them without error.

Careful not to touch the gargoyle, Nicodemus began to forge runes in his biceps and cast them into the gargoyle. Soon the Magnus sentences appeared as a thick rope of silvery light that coursed from his arms into the construct.

Though Nicodemus was a horrible speller, he could write faster than many grand wizards. Therefore he decided to provide the gargoyle with extra energetic text now; she might not submit to another edit later.

After moving his hands closer, Nicodemus tensed every muscle in his arms, from the tiny lumbricals between his hand bones to the rounded deltoid atop his shoulder. Within moments, he produced a dazzling flood of spells that flowed into the gargoyle’s back.

The blaze grew so bright that he began to worry about bringing unwanted attention to the library. He was standing yards away from the nearest window, but a wizard working late might walk past the Stacks and see the glow. If caught, he would be expelled, perhaps even censored permanently.

Just then a loud thud sounded to Nicodemus’s left. Terrified, he stopped writing and turned, expecting to find an enraged librarian bearing down on him.

But he saw only darkened bookshelves and scrollracks. Beyond those was a row of narrow, moonlit windows.

A second thud made Nicodemus jump. It sounded as if it were coming from the library’s roof.

He looked up but saw only ceiling. Then the darkness was filled by a repetitive clomping, as if someone were running. The footsteps passed directly over him and then sped away to the opposite side of the library.

Nicodemus turned to follow the sound with his eyes. When the footsteps reached the roof’s edge, they ceased. A moon-shadow flickered across two of the paper screens.

Then came a low muttering beside him: "Ba, ball, balloon, ballistic." Something snickered. "Symbolic ballistics. Ha! Symbolic, diabolic. Diabolic, symbolic. Sym . . . bolic is the opposite of dia… bolic. Ha ha."

Nicodemus looked down and, to his horror, saw his hand enmeshed in the silver and gold coils of the gargoyle’s text. His cacographic touch was causing the once stable sentences to misspell. He must have accidentally laid his hand on the construct when startled by the footsteps.

"Oh, hell!" he whispered, pulling his hand back.

When his fingers left the gargoyle, the two sides of her back snapped shut. Instantly, she was on her feet and staring at him with one eye that blazed golden and another that throbbed with silver light. "Vertex, vortex, university," she muttered and laughed in a way that showed her sharp primate teeth. "Invert, extravert. Ha ha! Aversion, aveeeeersion."

"Ohhhhh hell," a wide-eyed Nicodemus whispered, too shocked and frightened to move.

A sudden nauseating wave of guilt washed through him. He might have irreversibly damaged the gargoyle’s executive text.

Then the construct was off, dashing down the aisle. A spellbook was still hooked to her tail. Now, dragging behind her, the book opened and began to lose paragraphs written in several magical languages. Falling from the tortured pages, the paragraphs squirmed as if alive. Two exploded into small clouds of white runes; others slowly deconstructed into nothing.

"Wait!" Nicodemus yelled, sprinting after the misspelled gargoyle. "Gargoyle, stop!"

The construct either did not hear or did not care. She leaped up at a window and exploded through its paper screen.

Nicodemus reached the sill in time to watch her fall down ten stories into a dark courtyard filled with elm trees, grass, and ivy.

As the gargoyle dropped, stray paragraphs continued to fall from the spellbook attached to her tail. Radiant words of gold, green, silver, and white fluttered downward and in so doing formed a comet’s tail of radiant language.

"Please, heaven, please don’t let Magister Shannon find out about this," Nicodemus prayed. "Please!"

The gargoyle hit the ground and scampered away, but the still-falling coruscation of paragraphs began to illuminate the stone spires, arches, and arcades of the surrounding buildings. Nicodemus turned to sprint after his mistake.

But as he did so, something caught his eye. What exactly, he couldn’t say. For when he looked back, it had disappeared, leaving only the vague impression that he had seen—standing atop an ornate stone buttress—a hooded figure cloaked entirely in white.

Excerpted from Spellwright by Blake Charlton.

Copyright © 2010 by Blake Charlton.

Published in 2010 by A Tom Doherty Associates Book.

All rights reserved. This work is protected under copyright laws and reproduction is strictly prohibited. Permission to reproduce the material in any manner or medium must be secured from the Publisher.

Meet the Author

BLAKE CHARLTON is the author of Spellwright and Spellbound andis currently a medical student at Stanford University. An active, engaging presence online, he lives in the San Francisco Bay area where he is working on the final novel of the Spellwright Trilogy.

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Spellwright 4.2 out of 5 based on 0 ratings. 27 reviews.
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A wonderful read! Cleverly composed and engaging.
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Stephen Kersten More than 1 year ago
Incredibly cool story and concept, yet somehat too clumsily carried out. But no worries. It is more likely to do with it being the work of a first time writer than anything else. In all actuality, it is as if it is a really well flushed out outline with a lot of writing of the story filled in. The pacing is a bit off, but the amazing and utterly fascinating magic system totally makes up for the shortcomings of the prose style.
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NDMD88 More than 1 year ago
Fun read - great character development and interesting plot twists. Unique magiks - not the "same old, same old". I look forward to his future books
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Royceshedd More than 1 year ago
I get into a book and can read it in 12 hrs.. Or so. It took me 6 days to read this. I had to go back and reread things several times. The concept is about a dyslexic magician who could be the savior or the destroyer of the world. The problem is that Blake Charlton goes way into how the spells are written/work. It is a great concept that could go on into a great series if it isn't so drawn out. In the last 6 chapters of so the book builds up speed and becomes a better read. We'll see what the next is like ,but I'm not spending 25 dollars on the next one.
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LrShadow More than 1 year ago
Love it! A very interesting twist on Magic and a page turning story. I was especially caught up by the details of this version of how magic works. And the fact that this author has dyslexia himself just makes me want to read more. Looking forward to seeing more books from this author!!! Nicely done good sir!
MaryRobinette More than 1 year ago
This is a strong opening to a new fantasy series which takes the power of language literally. One of the things I most enjoyed was how complete the worldbuilding is and the many different cultures that populate the novel. Nicodemus is a deeply sympathetic character whose cacography (think of dyslexia but with magical ramifications) not only keeps him from being able to cast spells but also makes it difficult for him to even handle magical artifacts. Too often a character is given a disability which is unrelated to the larger quest, but in Spellwright it is deeply connected to the larger quest. If you are looking for a new voice in fantasy, give this a try.
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