Master of the World by Edward Willett (Worldshapers #2)
English | 2019 | Fantasy | ePUB | 1.6 Mb
Master of the World : From an Aurora Award-winning author comes the second book in a gripping portal fantasy series in which one woman’s powers open the way to a labyrinth of new dimensions.
Shawna Keys has fled the world she only recently discovered she Shaped, narrowly escaping death at the hands of the Adversary who seized control of it…and losing her only guide, Karl Yatsar, in the process.
Now she finds herself alone
in some other Shaper’s world, where, in her first two hours, she’s
rescued from a disintegrating island by an improbable flying machine she
recognizes from Jules Verne’s Robur the Conqueror, then seized from it
by raiders flying tiny personal helicopters, and finally taken to a
submarine that bears a strong resemblance to Captain Nemo’s Nautilus.
Oh, and accused of being both a spy and a witch.
Shawna expects–hopes!–Karl Yatsar will eventually follow her into this new steampunky realm, but exactly where and when he’ll show up, she hasn’t a clue.
“In the meantime, she has to navigate a world where two factions fanatically devoted to their respective leaders are locked in perpetual combat, figure out who the Shaper of the world is, find him or her, and obtain the secret knowledge of this world’s Shaping. Then she has to somehow reconnect with Karl Yatsar, and escape to the next Shaped world in the Labyrinth…through a Portal she has no idea how to open. “
“Monday night, he’d been there again.
Tuesday, I’d officially opened my new shop, Worldshaper Pottery, on trendy Blackthorne Avenue in Eagle River, Montana (hipster haven of the West)—although the store’s opening had been overshadowed (literally) by the scaffolding covering the entrance (supporting two young men hanging the shop’s sign) and the black storm clouds hanging over the Rockies to the west: clouds which, infuriatingly and bewilderingly, nobody but me seemed to find threatening.
Still, sinister strangers, scaffolding, and storm clouds aside, it had been shaping up to be a pretty good day. I’d had coffee with my boyfriend, Brent, at the Human Bean, the coffee shop down the street, and at lunch had headed back to the Bean with my best friend, Aesha Tripathi.
That was when things went literally to hell. Two vanloads of black-clad terrorists pulled up outside, charged into the coffee shop, and started shooting. Bullets tore Aesha’s slight body apart, right in front of my eyes.
Then the leader of the terrorists walked over to where I sat stunned on the blood-slicked floor. “Hello, Shawna,” he said. “And goodbye.” He reached out and touched my forehead. I felt a weird shock. Then he drew his pistol and aimed it between my eyes. He was going to kill me.
This can’t be happening, I thought, and then, “This isn’t happening!” I screamed.”