Not An Apprentice

After being told by the greatest living human wizard that he doesn't have time for an apprentice, the solution seems obvious.

Yep. Clean his kitchen and cook his dinner. 

He didn't even throw me out.

Turns out, Southpoint is great. I meet Anna and Zeek. Make all kinds of stuff. Some maybe explodes a little. Joseph makes the best bread ever.

The Master never objects when I tag along. There's the iceberg. Two actually. The dogmen are so nice. There's other stuff that isn't so great.

Mom told me lots of stories growing up about heroes and giants and magic. I want to do all that. Thing is, those stories...

The Master says, "Magic is wonderful. Magic is beautiful. Magic is not safe."

He's right.

Not an Apprentice is a character-driven, cozy-adjacent, slice-of-life, often-hyphenated fantasy about magic, friends, the Master, and figuring out wizarding. Is that a word? It features an irreverent narrator, me, magic doing cool stuff and making things, only one of which blew up, or five, and, you know, dangerous stuff.

Book One in the ongoing Not an Apprentice series. Looks like I'm going to be at it for a while.