Dylan’s Quest by Blair Drake

Dylan’s Quest
Finding Magic
Book Five
Blair Drake
Genre: Paranormal Romance
Publisher: Magic Quest Books
Date of Publication: July 19, 2018
ASIN: B07DFRWFRC
Number of pages: 225
Word Count: 78,750
Cover Artist: Jennifer Zemanek/Seedlings LLC
Tagline: What would you do to find your magic?
Book Description:
The most normal thing about Dylan’s morning was being called to the headmaster’s office. And that’s where normal forever changed for him. One minute he’s in the office, the next he’s on the roof, and moments later, he opens the doors to Gray Cliffs Academy to find he’s in a whole new world.
Troll, and pixies, and chameleman, oh my. In a dimension with real-world technology along with magic, Dylan must find his grimoire and get back to Gray Cliffs before the darkness invades both worlds.

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Excerpt Book 5:
When Dylan
opened the door, he thought maybe he was dropped off the roof onto his head and
suffered a concussion. Nothing else, short of a dream (which he decided it
wasn’t a dream when he pinched himself and it hurt like hell), could explain
what he saw.
“Quantum physics
is real,” he said aloud.
He stepped
through the doorway and closed the doors firmly behind him, to keep the fog at
bay. Turning around to what should be the foyer of the school, he saw a city.
Was it a city? Could that be possible? And it felt familiar, only he was sure
he never saw anything like it before now.
“Holy…” He
didn’t finish his sentence because awe overtook him. He’d seen this place
before. Not the whole place necessarily, but he’d seen that house. He looked to
the left…and that house.
His father was
an architect, and he had drawings and paintings of Victorian homes all around
his office. But the homes were surreal, with blithely assembled gables,
dormers, turrets, and finials. It was a surreal whimsy. His dad said he
interpreted what he was taught about Stic, Eastlake, and Gothic Revival
architecture. He always thought his dad reimagined and reinvented original
architectural designs, but he drew real houses.
Dylan took a
tentative step forward. What the hell happened? Where were the rest of the
kids? And why wasn’t he terrified? Fog seeped through the seams of the door and
clouded the vision before him. He could see this town was near the sea and
thought maybe it was the other side of the island—or not.
He considered
pinching himself again, because this had
to be a dream. Only he looked down and saw the welt he gave himself moments
ago. Not a smart idea. He’d roll with it. He stepped forward onto the sidewalk
and was nearly run over by an egg-shaped man wearing what he’d call steampunk
clothing: cream colored, high-waist Regency fall front trousers, a brown vest
with a burgundy jacket with little round tassels hanging from the hem, a white
cotton neck scarf with the same tassels, and tan and burgundy wingtip shoes.
The egg man
walked on the tips of his toes while three cats, all tiger striped, walked with
him. The three cats were on leashes. With his nose in the air, not paying
attention, it was no wonder he nearly ran over Dylan.
Dylan started to
say a sarcastic, “Excuse me,” but he was awestruck by what he saw in the
street.
An elephant,
wearing a hat and blanket the same colors of tan and burgundy as the round man,
had a miniature version of the Taj Mahal strapped to his back. As the elephant
walked past, Dylan could see two monkeys inside the Taj Mahal, playing chess.
Dylan shook his
head. What happened on that roof? He looked around to see the streets were
filled with other oddities: a woman who looked like a mermaid with legs, was
riding a seahorse as if the air were water; a frog with wings; fish floating by
in bubbles. And when he looked to the sky, he swore the crescent moon smiled at
him, then winked.
He felt
something hot in the pocket of his khaki school uniform pants and pulled out a
pin. It glowed. It was warm, but not really hot, though it felt quite hot in
his pocket, like it tried to get his attention.
“Hey,” he heard
a muffled cry.
Looking around,
he didn’t see anyone looking at him.
“Down here,
stupid,” the whiny voice said again.
Just as he
leaned over to see where the voice was coming from, a bee the size of a small
dog swooped down at him. As it flew away, he saw it wasn’t just a bee. The
insect had the upper body of a woman, with the butt and wings of a bee.
“Watch out, that
one can kill you,” the voice said.
Dylan looked at
the grass next to the sidewalk. A man’s pocket watch was wedged between the
grass and the white picket fence. He bent down and picked up the watch.
“Whoa,” he said
when he almost dropped it, after looking into the clear glass cover.
Instead of
seeing the face of a watch through the glass, Dylan saw a man’s face, and his
bare arms and legs. It looked as if he’d been stuffed into the pocket watch.
“Hey, be
careful,” the naked old man inside the pocket watch said.
“Sorry,” Dylan
responded without thinking.
“Press the top
and open this thing. I’m getting cramps.”
Dylan didn’t
immediately open the pocket watch. He turned it over in his hand to look at the
back. It looked like tarnished sterling silver, and it was old. But where were
the watch parts? He’d have to open the glass watch face to see what was inside.
How did that old man fit inside? And the man inside was talking to him. How had
he heard such a small man, who was closed inside a watch?
Dylan could see
the man’s face peaking from between his knees, which looked smashed against the
glass. His legs were bent, and his knees were on either side of his body, with
his ankles crossed. His toes were large and gross. He only had three fingers
and a thumb on each hand. Dylan could see a cog embedded in the left side of
his chest. He had a long, narrow face with a prominent chin, a wide nose,
smallish eyes that were hard to see behind his goggle-like glasses, and no
hair.
“You gonna stare
all day, or are you gonna let me out?” he said, then yelled, “Let me out!”
Dylan’s fingers
moved to the top of the watch and popped the cover open. It felt as if his
fingers were moving of their own freewill, even though he tried to keep them
from letting the little old man out. Something told him this old guy was
trouble. T. R. O. U. B. L. E.
The man tumbled
out and dropped to the grass. “Umph.”
Dylan blinked
and when he opened his eyes, the old man was no longer small enough to fit into
the watch. Dylan covered his eyes. “Dude, you’re naked. Your junk is hanging
out for everyone to see.”
When he opened
his eyes, the old guy had his hands over his crotch. “Sorry, I’m getting old.
Things don’t always go the way I plan them.”
The old man did
something Dylan didn’t see, and suddenly he was dressed in the same manner as
the round man with the cats.
“Who are you?
And where am I?” Dylan asked, now that he could comfortably look at the man.
“I’m Henry
Gidiro, but my friends call me Hank.” He swept his hand across and in front of
him, bowing deeply from his waist. When he stood again, he said, “And you’re
the young and stupid Dylan Streetman.”
Dylan’s chin
dropped, his mouth wide open. Just then, another bee swooped down at his mouth.
Henry moved
faster than a comic character, closing Dylan’s mouth with one hand and swinging
his other hand in the air to ward off the bee. “Nasty things.”
“How do you know
my name, Hank?” Dylan mumbled through his closed mouth, because Henry’s hand
was still on his chin.
“It’s Henry to
you, and I’ve been expecting you. You’re uglier than I expected,” he retorted,
pulling his hand away.




About the Author:

Blair Drake believes in magic, especially the magic of stories with fantasy, adventures, romance, action, and surprises. She has loved writing and living in the stories of the Finding Magic series and is so excited to share the quests of the Gray Cliffs Academy students with her readers.

When she’s not writing about magic, she’s reading about it. Her influences are Cassandra Claire, Neil Gaiman, Rick Riordan, Garth Nix, and many more.

In the mortal plane, following the lure of magic has drawn Blair into strange and wonderful adventures from Australia to New York City, with many stops in between. She currently lives near Denver. Her very favorite spot is a red loveseat in her office, frequently shared with two cats, an outnumbered Dalmation, and occasionally her bewitched husband.

She might have gone to a school similar to Gray Cliffs Academy and would love to go through a magic portal. In the meantime, she’s creating her own in more books of magic.