Gloom Rising (The Book Wielder Saga 1) Read Online Free PDF

you go I have a proposition for you," the Mayor said in a hushed shady voice. "I take it you know what that quill does, my boy?"
    "Not a clue to be honest," he replied, slightly embarrassed.
    "Not to worry my boy, nor did I when I first saw it glowing in the hand of that Demon filth as he dropped down from the sky on the back of a dragon."
    "Dragon?!" Winston interrupted.
    "Yes, a dragon, my boy. You don't have them in your world? What a strange place it must be, strange indeed! Anyway, they're gigantic nasty things, wings, tails, scales, that kind of thing. They live far above the purple haze."
    "I know what a dragon is. I just didn't realise you had them here."
    "We have all sorts of wondrous things here, my boy, but I fear we've gone off topic a bit. I went and questioned that Demon after his dragon had flown off – rude fellow shredded some of my people before he answered me, and then had the nerve to 'claim' the tower for himself. Demons are so rude I tell you, so rude indeed!"
    Winston burned with curiosity. "What did he say the quill does?"
    "That, my boy, is where my proposition comes into things. That quill, if held by the correct person, can create stable holes between the plains. Think of it like drawing doorways between your world and mine. Now, your world is full of such yummy life-filled delights, and my world is full of things that your people crave equally enormously, correct?"
    Winston could see where this was going and he liked it. "That's correct, Mr Mayor,” he smiled. “Are you proposing a trade of sorts?"
    "Ah, my boy, you are a bright spark indeed! You've hit the nail on the head. Think of it, my people gather the things that your world want and your people gather all the things we want, and then we just trade them through a hole and everyone’s happy. No mess, no fuss!"
    "I'll talk to my people and be back to arrange things with you at the next available opportunity, Mr Mayor." He reached out and shook the Mayors fabric puppet hand.
    "Fate was too kind by allowing us to meet young Winston, too kind indeed! I look forward to doing business with you. Until next time!" He waved goodbye.
    "See you soon, Mr Mayor," Winston said as he walked off towards the hotel, smirking slyly, knowing he had potentially just hit the jackpot.
    The tall Receptionist was waiting for him as he entered the building. "If it pleases Sir I have made the elevators functional."
    He hesitated, not wanting to throw away his run of good luck at the bottom of an elevator shaft. "Are you quite sure they're safe?"
    "Oh, quite safe Sir! By orders of the Mayor himself!"
    "Okay, in that case I'll take one."
    Winston was ushered to a relatively intact elevator lit by similar witchlight lamps to the ones in the lobby. He tapped the button for the top floor and a cage slid over the entrance.
    "Thank you for visiting us Sir, we'll be seeing you next time." The Receptionist smiled his all too big smile through the cage bars as the elevator slowly but surely took Winston up through the decayed old hotel.
    When he reached the top floor he found it was also lit by witchlight lamps, and the furnishings were now above the Gloom average. A mostly clean red carpet had even been laid along the floor leading back to the autocrat suite. He hastily followed it and went back to his book, putting the quill into his pocket as he laid his hands on the open pages of his book. Everything started spinning until it was just a blur of incomprehensible colours, and then with a sudden gut-retching stop, he was back in the real world.
     
     
     
    Chapter 2:
    A Night to Remember in the Real

     
     
    Lucius was still sitting behind his polished oak desk sipping red wine laced with blood from a fine crystal glass. He wore an expensive black suit with a red tie, and his long jet black hair was tied back neatly with a ribbon of red silk. He had a handsome angular face that was deathly pale faceted with eyes that were as crimson as fresh blood. To a regular human