Chapter Thirty-Two
Chapter Thirty-Three
Chapter Thirty-Four
Chapter Thirty-Five
Strings of Empire: Characters & Locations
A Bit About Guy
Books by Guy Antibes
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The Wizard Corps Copyright ©2024 Guy Antibes. All Rights Reserved. No part of this book may be reproduced without the permission of the author.
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This is a work of fiction. There are no real locations used in the book; the people, settings, and specific places are a product of the author’s imagination. Any resemblances to actual persons, locations, or places are purely coincidental.
Published by CasiePress LLC in Salt Lake City, UT, July 2024.
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Cover Design: Kenneth Cassell • the cover image created with Adobe Photoshop AI.
Book Design: Kenneth Cassell
Principal Reader: Bev Cassell
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The first book in a new series is always fun to write. I get to create fresh characters with different kinds of relationships, challenges, and cultures. I often develop an ensemble of support during the first book, but perhaps you’ll find The Wizard Corps a little different. Our hero lives in a very biased world, and he is born on the wrong side. There are glimmers of friendliness amidst all the naked hate that must be accommodated, however, our hero being a hero, makes an effort to survive as his wizardly talents grow.
— Guy Antibes
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continent of South Fenola
Chapter One
Quinto Tirolo hated sitting inside the family cottage on a warm summer’s day with his hands held up, thumbs extended, letting his mother use his body as a rack while she wound the wool threads she made into a ball. Quint looked outside through the wavy glass of tiny diamond-paned windows.
He wished his life would change. He had just finished his time at school, and since Quint’s parents didn’t work a farm, he did other chores that wheelwright children did when his siblings were already married and out of the house. Unfortunately, helping his mother wind wool balls was one of them. Now that he had finished schooling, it was time to formally become his father’s apprentice.
Quint was already caught up on chopping firewood, and his father was out selling wheels as he delivered another order in the town three villages away. The frustration was making him squirm in his seat. A hot flush overcame him, and Quint shook his head.
“What’s wrong, Quinto?” his mother asked.
“I don’t know. I felt hot suddenly, and I still feel odd,” Quint said.
