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    The Magicians

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    Unseen by an apathetic society, a stupendous battle is being waged between good and evil. In the center of an unassuming town, gathered in a nondescript hotel, are the most powerful forces of time eternal: the thirteen black covens. On All Hallow's Eve they unite to summon the Black Magician, the darkest and deadliest being of all time. They are a rag-tag group of misfits: an inexperienced but lovely witch, an ancient sorcerer obsessed with math, and a private detective who can't seem to solve a case, but they are humanity's only hope. The world is unaware of the battle, but it will suffer the ultimate consequence if the war is won by the black evil. Can a group of social rejects save the world? Or will humanity plunge forever into the abyss?

    LanguageEnglish
    PublisherReAnimus Press
    Release dateSep 11, 2020
    ISBN9781005289454
    The Magicians
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    James Gunn

    James Gunn (1923–2020) was an award-winning science fiction author of more than twenty books, including The Listeners and Transformation. He was also the author of dozens of short stories such as "The Immortals" and editor of ten anthologies. 

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      The Magicians - James Gunn

      THE MAGICIANS

      by

      JAMES GUNN

      Produced by ReAnimus Press

      Other books by James Gunn:

      Star Bridge

      This Fortress World

      The Joy Makers

      The Immortals

      Transcendental - The Trilogy

      Transcendental

      Transgalactic

      Transformation

      Pilgrims to Transcendence

      Kampus

      The Dreamers

      The Joy Machine

      The Millennium Blues

      Station in Space

      Future Imperfect

      The Witching Hour

      Breaking Point

      The Burning

      Some Dreams Are Nightmares

      Crisis!

      Tiger! Tiger!

      The End of the Dreams

      The Unpublished Gunn

      Human Voices

      Isaac Asimov: The Foundation of Science Fiction

      The Discovery of the Future: The Ways Science Fiction Developed

      Man and the Future

      Speculations on Speculation: Theories of Science Fiction

      Triax

      © 2020, 1976 by James Gunn. All rights reserved.

      https://ReAnimus.com/store?author=James+Gunn

      Cover by Clay Hagebusch

      Smashwords Edition License Notes

      This ebook is licensed for your personal enjoyment only. This ebook may not be re-sold or given away to other people. If you would like to share this book with another person, please purchase an additional copy for each person. If you're reading this book and did not purchase it, or it was not purchased for your use only, then please purchase your own copy. Thank you for respecting the hard work of this author.

      ~~~

      To Jeanne and R. T.

      who produced and named Casey

      ~~~

      Table of Contents

      PREFACE

      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

      About the Author

      The only trouble with magic is that it doesn't work.

      John Symonds

      PREFACE

      Back in the early days of science fiction—just 13 years after the founding of the first science-fiction magazine in 1926 and only a bit more than a year after John W. Campbell, Jr., became editor of Astounding Stories, changed its name to Astounding Science Fiction, and inaugurated the Golden Age—Campbell created a companion fantasy magazine named Unknown (renamed Unknown Worlds in 1941). But it wasn’t just any fantasy magazine. In its first issue Campbell wrote, "Unknown will be to fantasy what Astounding has made itself represent to science fiction. It will offer fantasy of a quality so far different from what has appeared in the past as to change your entire understanding of the term." What Unknown would publish was the fantastic concept treated realistically, magic as if it were a science, the supernatural considered as part of the natural world: what later became known as rationalized fantasy. It represented a clash of ideologies, an oxymoron, but in that internal conflict authors found the opportunity to create something new, often comic, sometimes insightful.

      The magazine lasted only 39 issues. It was discontinued in 1943 because of war-time paper shortages, but between 1939 and 1943 it published many classics of later fantasy, including Eric Frank Russell’s Sinister Barrier, Robert A. Heinlein’s They and The Devil Makes the Laws, Theodore Sturgeon’s It, Fritz Leiber’s Conjure Wife and Two Sought Adventure, the first of his Fafhrd and the Gray Mouser stories, L. Ron Hubbard’s Fear and Typewriter in the Sky, L. Sprague de Camp and Fletcher Pratt’s Harold Shea novels later gathered into The Incompleat Enchanter, and de Camp’s Lest Darkness Fall, Jack Williamson’s Darker Than You Think, and many others. Its passing was lamented by fantasy lovers.

      I was too young to publish anything in Unknown, but Horace Gold wasn’t. He contributed The Trouble with Water and collaborated with de Camp on None but Lucifer, among others. So when Gold founded Galaxy in 1950, he soon thought of a companion fantasy magazine. It took him a little longer than Campbell—three years instead of a year and a half—but Beyond appeared in 1953. By that time I had published several stories in Galaxy, as well as a number in Astounding and other magazines. In fact, I was in the midst of my longest period of free-lancing and turning out a short story a week or a novelette every two weeks, or a short novel every four weeks, and working on my first two novels at the rate of ten pages a day. A. J. Budrys, assistant editor of Galaxy in 1953, later told me that Gold wanted to use my short novel Wherever You May Be (aka The Reluctant Witch) in Beyond but needed a lead story for Galaxy (it was published in May 1953). A couple of months later I finished a short novel I called Beauty Is a Witch. Gold’s first reaction (his first reaction to almost any story) was a rejection, and my agent, Harry Altshuler, sent it over to Fletcher Pratt, who was starting another fantasy magazine. Pratt wanted a change or two that I was prepared to make (even though he was going to pay only one cent a word, while Beyond, for which I had written the story, paid two), but before I could get started on the changes Gold asked for my short novel to be returned—he was desperate for a short novel to lead the May 1954 issue. Of such accidents are careers made—and broken.

      I sold Gold only one more story for Beyond, The Beautiful Brew, but Beyond lasted for only ten issues and was gone by January 1955. My short novel was published in May 1954. Gold changed the title to Sine of the Magus. That was his habit (and one that did not endear him to his writers), changing titles and sometimes parts of the story as well. The Encyclopedia of Fantasy wrote that "BFF sought to bring the same sophistication to fantasy as Galaxy had to sf. It succeeded to a large extent, and is generally acknowledged as the natural successor to Unknown...." The entry listed Sine of the Magus as one of the classics.

      Six years later I persuaded Dell Books editor Gail Wendroff to publish The Reluctant Witch, The Beautiful Brew, and Sine of the Magus (renamed The Magicians) in a collection I called The Witching Hour, and six years after that Scribner’s editor Burroughs Mitchell let me expand The Magicians into a novel.

      Between the publications of Sine of the Magus and The Magicians, fantasy had undergone a sea change. Tolkien’s The Lord of the Rings had redefined the sales potential of fantasy, Howard’s Conan novels had been rediscovered, Ursula Le Guin had launched her Earthsea juveniles and Peter Beagle had published The Last Unicorn, and, perhaps most important, Ira Levin’s Rosemary’s Baby and Peter Blatty’s The Exorcist had become best sellers and, more significantly, successful motion pictures. What John Campbell in his introduction to Unknown had referred to as anathema had become a category even more successful than science fiction.

      The Magicians reflects that. In fact, the observant reader may detect in its pages certain sly references to Rosemary’s Baby and The Exorcist. But The Magicians is in the tradition of Unknown. I had always enjoyed the romantic fantasies of Thorne Smith, particularly The Night Life of the Gods, and I wanted The Magicians to be published in the same tradition, but editors preferred to promote the novel for shivers and suspense. I’d prefer more smiles and maybe an occasional chuckle.

      —James Gunn

      Chapter 1

      Magic has power to experience and fathom things which are inaccessible to human reason. For magic is a great secret wisdom, just as reason is a great public folly.

      —Paracelsus, De Occulta Philosophia

      The white letters on the corrugated black board spelled out:

      COVENTION

      October 30 and 31

      Crystal Room

      I chuckled. It never fails: hotel bulletin boards are like movie marquees; there always is something on them that is misspelled.

      The chuckle died away in the vastness of the hotel lobby like laughter in a church. I glanced around uneasily. My man hadn’t come in. I had no reason to be uneasy—no valid reason anyway. I just didn’t like the job. Not that it promised to be tough. It was too simple, really, and the old lady was paying too much. And I had the feeling that there were eyes watching me. There was nobody. I could swear to that. And yet I knew I was being watched. That’s a switch. It’s enough to give any private detective a neurosis.

      Hell! Why should anyone pay a thousand bucks just to find out some guy’s name?

      Wood was crackling aromatically in the fireplace at the far end of the lobby. Easy chairs and sofas were arranged geometrically on a couple of large blue and red Oriental rugs. I made my way across the floor, my shoes going thump-thump, whack-whack, thump-thump, whack-whack as I walked from rug to marble and back again. Then I was at the desk. I leaned against it so that I could watch both doors my man might enter.

      The clerk at the desk looked up. He was a type; you’ve seen him. Thin, thirtyish, dressed in a dark suit and a bow tie, his bald head gleaming brighter than the floor, obsequious to his superiors, vindictive toward those placed under him. Unfortunately, he knew me.

      Hello, Charlie, I said.

      Casey, he said suspiciously. What are you doing here?

      Business.

      No trouble, Casey, he said. I’ll have you tossed out of here. The management won’t have you raiding rooms, snapping pictures. Our guests pay for service and privacy, and anybody who—

      Relax, Charlie, I said. Nothing like that.

      He subsided. I felt him sink back from his toes, but he didn’t give up. Since when have you had anything but divorce cases?

      I’ve come up in the world, Charlie. Who puts the notices on the board over there?

      Usually it’s the convention management, he said, but this morning I did it. Why?

      Can’t spell, either, eh?

      He glanced at the board and back at me, his face impassive. Nothing misspelled there.

      Yeah, I said. I’ve always wanted to attend a covention. It started out as a small joke, but when I got to the key word my voice broke and an unpleasant shiver went up my back.

      Now’s your chance, Charlie said, because that’s what it is. If you qualify.

      Qualify for what?

      As a member of the group.

      What group is that?

      Charlie shrugged.

      You mean just anybody can walk in off the street and hold a meeting here? I said. For any purpose?

      Why not? Charlie said. They’ve got as much right as anybody. Particularly if they pay in advance.

      Well, how do I know if I qualify if I don’t know what they do? I asked.

      There’s the man in charge now, just coming through the door, Charlie said. Why don’t you ask him?

      I turned my head toward the entrance on my right. Just inside the sliding glass doors, sighing shut behind, was a tall man with dark hair and graying temples. He looked slim and distinguished, though oddly attired for ten in the morning, in evening clothes. In his lapel was a five-pointed star, small, gold, engraved with symbols too small to read from where I stood. The description checked. He was my man.

      I started after him.

      Casey— Charlie began. He was warning me.

      I waved a reassuring hand back at him without looking and followed the back that was disappearing into the dark interior of an elevator that stood open. Above the opening a lighted sign that read This Car Up blinked dark. As the man I was following turned around, a heavy brass door closed between us. For a moment, before it closed, he looked directly at me.

      His eyes were deep and black and shiny. And I had the foolish notion that they still stared at me through the closed brass door, seeing, weighing, and discarding contemptuously before they turned their shocking intensity on something more worthy of their attention.

      The afterimage vanished. I shook myself and looked quickly at the bank of lights that registered the position of every car in the row of elevators. The light moved past M, A, and B, stopped at C, and then continued upward: 4, 5, 6...

      I shook myself, pulled my eyes from the hypnotic display, and stepped through the open doors of the car that was identified as the next one to head upward into the mysteries above. The doors closed, and I touched the button marked C. It lit up almost before my finger pressed it, a kind of electronic magic that always surprised me.

      We slid silently upward. Bricks alternated with painted metal. The car was filled with the cloying smell of a scented deodorant the management used to kill the scent of elevator shafts too long uncleaned. M, A, B. The first stop was mine. The doors parted in front of me and closed behind me, and I was in a red-carpeted hall facing a cream-colored corridor wall. Painted on the wall in gold was an arrow pointing to my right. Above it were two words: Crystal Room.

      I looked to my right. The Crystal Room had double doors, but only one of them was open. A dark back was just going through it. The young man who stood beside the door, neatly clothed in a camel-colored leisure suit, nodded respectfully to the man who was entering. A gatekeeper. The party was private.

      Keeper of the crystal door. Inside was something called a covention that sent unreasonable shivers up my back. And inside now was a nameless man—I couldn’t mistake that back, as certain of its powers as any emperor—whose name was worth a thousand dollars to me and who had eyes like polished obsidian daggers.

      I shrugged the flat automatic in the shoulder holster into a more comfortable position and with that as assurance started after the guy who wore evening clothes in the morning. I nodded familiarly to the doorkeeper, who had broad shoulders, short hair, and a pleasant, sunburned face, and I started through the doorway.

      I stopped abruptly, as if I had walked into a glass wall. I rubbed my nose ruefully. Keeping up with these new technologies was getting ridiculous.

      Where’s your name card? the doorkeeper asked.

      I looked at his left breast pocket. On a gummed card, with some other writing around it, a single name was printed: Charon. That’s funny, I thought. Charon was the name of the ferryman who took dead souls across the river Styx to Hell; what a name for a gatekeeper. But while I was thinking I said, Name card? I snapped my finger. I knew I forgot something. But you know me. Casey from Kansas City? Met you last year. Don’t you remember my face?

      He frowned as if I had said something ridiculous. How would I remember your face?

      That stopped me. He didn’t say he didn’t remember my face but that he couldn’t; he didn’t expect to.

      I began rummaging hopefully through the pockets of my brown tweed suit. Maybe I’ve got the card in my pocket, I said. There was only one way to go from here—back the way I had come—but I could make it graceful in the unlikely possibility that I ever came back. And then I felt something slick and rectangular in my right-hand coat pocket. Slowly I pulled it out. It was a name card.

      The young man looked at it and nodded. Gabriel, he said. Wear it from now on. I can’t let anybody in without a name card.

      I nodded mechanically and walked cautiously into the large room, but the invisible wall was gone. Just inside the door I stopped and turned the card over.

      In the center of the card was a circular seal. Imprinted blackly over it were two lines of type.

      Call me GABRIEL, it said, or pay me five dollars.

      That was funny enough, but it wasn’t the funniest part. There was no way the card could have got into my pocket. No one could have put it there. The suit had just come back from the cleaners. I had put it on before I came out this morning.

      Gabriel, I muttered to myself. I knew who Gabriel was: one of the archangels. Carried messages. Blew trumpets. That was a hell of a name for a man.

      Coventions. Brass doors with eyes in them. Invisible walls. Angels. I shivered. It was getting to be a habit.

      The Crystal Room was pleasant enough. It wasn’t the biggest meeting room in the hotel, but it was one of the most attractive and it was private. A huge crystal chandelier hung from the center of the ceiling and gave the room its name. Two smaller chandeliers flanked the big one. The ceiling and walls were painted a deep rose and flocked like an old-fashioned whorehouse. The carpet on the floor was burgundy. The hanging crystals picked up rose and red, alternating, blending, flashing as they swayed gently and tinkled together.

      A stage had been installed at the far end of the room. It was draped in black like a bier, and black velvet provided a backdrop from ceiling to floor behind the stage. Several chairs were lined up neatly at the back of the stage. In front of them was a lectern. Between me and the platform were rows of wooden chairs; I counted thirteen rows of thirteen chairs each. A few of the chairs were occupied, but most of the people in the room were standing, clustered into small groups, conversing casually or in a few cases with animation. I looked them over carefully, but my man wasn’t among them.

      The scene was typical of hundreds of professional meetings that take place in hundreds of hotel meeting rooms every day all over the country. Once a year men and women assemble to discuss their single shared

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