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Rune Master Prologues P Howe

Rune Master Prologues P Howe

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These are the 2 prologues for my new trilogy, The Rune Master, Book 1, EARTH. Now available at all online retailers, with signed copies available at my site, http://www.philiphowe.com
This is an epic adventure tale for young adults, a sci-fi fantasy mix about a young girl who inherits a unique sweater embedded with ancient runes. When she puts it on, the world begins to change, as she and her faithful friend must interpret the magic of the rune language in order to save her family, and the Earth.
These are the 2 prologues for my new trilogy, The Rune Master, Book 1, EARTH. Now available at all online retailers, with signed copies available at my site, http://www.philiphowe.com
This is an epic adventure tale for young adults, a sci-fi fantasy mix about a young girl who inherits a unique sweater embedded with ancient runes. When she puts it on, the world begins to change, as she and her faithful friend must interpret the magic of the rune language in order to save her family, and the Earth.

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by Philip Howe
The rune-Master Trilogy, parts 1, 2, and 3, are copyright © by Philip Howe 2009-2010 No part of this book may be reproduced or distributed without express written agreement by the author and/or publisher. All rights reserved.Part 2 of the rune-Master series is called The Island. Scheduled for printing 2010.Part 3 is called Vallanon. Scheduled for printing in 2010-2011.ISBN number:Library of Congress number:Printed in the United States of America, 2009First EditionBook cover designed and illustrated by Philip Howe © 2009Book interior illustrations and all text © 2009 by the author.This is a work of fiction. All events and characters described within these pages are products of the author’simagination and any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, is entirely coincidental.Please visit our blog via the author’s website athttp://www.philiphowe.com If you are interested in prints of illustrations from this series, or the author’s Angel print series, pleasecontact the author or visithttp://www.illustratedimages.com This is an Illustrated Images book.
Prologue One
The sweater
s maker
It is a strange sensation to come across something that is invisible, yet you can hold it inyour hand and guess its substance, feel its texture even though you can not see it, and allthe while your mind tells you something is definitely there. But our common sense saysthat this is impossible to believe. It is like groping in the dark; vague images in the mind'seye trying to form before you as your hand’s deft sense of touch conveys the mystery, andyou accept the reality of what is there.But for a fair-haired young woman who found an ancient treasure one early Aprilmorning of 1906 - this experience was altogether something magical and mysterious.As one of the young curators for the San Francisco Museum of Natural History, she had been sent to catalog a group of semi-precious antiquities. In this 'modern' metropolis, suchthings as magic and invisibility were totally unheard of and certainly not any part of thedaily hustle and bustle of the townsfolk. They were far too busy building the reputation of their bay port as the new center of commerce for the west coast to consider such foolishideas. So, when she came across a mysterious age-old trunk amongst hundreds of uninteresting collectables and discarded old junk, she was, of course, pleasantly surprised.She was standing at the center of an accumulation of freshly shipped crates, sent fromthe east, and now temporarily stored in the upper floor of the old library. Alone and quitecontent, she nibbled at a fresh red apple as she moved around the uncrated articlesscattered about the hardwood floor all around her, the long white petticoat shuffling withthe rhythm of her walk. It had already become hot and muggy in the upstairs room. Thegolden glow of sunrise sparkled here and there as it caught the shimmer of metal cornersand the brass and glassware that she had partially unwrapped from the day before, a muchcooler day to be sure. She thoroughly loved her work and had come in extra early tocontinue where she had left off. She was a naturally curious young woman, as her mother and grandmother had been, and she certainly expected her children to become, if andwhen she had any.In the midst of the scattered collection she recognized the strange looking blackened oldtrunk with its shipping labels half worn off and plastered one on top of the other like atheater showbill wall. This is what had brought her in so early, when she really could haveused the sleep, having stayed up late into the night sewing clothing for some of the manyimmigrants who seemed to be coming in daily. After centuries of frustration from all thosewho had given up hope of unlocking its secrets, this unusual trunk had long traveled theworld until destiny had finally placed it before the young woman. She removed her self-sewn bonnet, and placed the shiny apple in her mouth against small white teeth, holding itthere as she bent over and read some of the ragged shipping stickers - Cairo, Sydney,London, on and on for what looked like decades of travel without acceptance or anyrecord of its previous shipper.'That’s strange,’ she thought. By some miracle, it seemed to have never been opened!The thick iron lock on its front metal brace was scratched at and scarred from heavy hits.Apparently several attempts had been made to break it, but clearly its contents were still
inside. She found the long metal crowbar that had been discarded by the burly workmenwho had helped with some of the larger crates. Hefting it up, she tried jamming it into thelock face, pushing hard, but was unable to budge the oversized lock.After a minute of thinking, she took another bite from her apple, brushing off dust fromthe front of her white work dress. Then she tried something the shipping brutes before her had never thought of. In their attempt to force open the lock, having no key sent and noneintended, they, in turn, failed to recognize the obvious- that the lock might just open if itwas given a woman's touch. She secured the remainder of the apple between her teethagain and reached up for a small pin that held her reddish-brown hair in a bun. With itsrelease, it fell all about her pale round face and she flung it back over her shoulders to staycooler. She took the pin in her hands and began fumbling beneath the lock’s thick base, back and forth, to and fro, until it suddenly snapped open! She giggled with delight,reseating herself on her knees before the round-topped trunk."Now, let’s just see what you have for me today," she stated aloud, heaving the greatlock up and off the thick metal clasps as air escaped from the inside, a soft puff of dustfloating about the rim. She strained as she pushed the curved metal top up and away toreveal its hidden contents to the daylight that had not graced it for many, many years.With a wave of her hand and a little cough, the young woman fanned away more dust andhistory. At the very center of the trunk’s open space she found a single cube of about eightinches square, like a gold heart floating at its core. It was tautly secured by thick metalrods on each side and still cushioned, after centuries, by a fascinating silk cloth withstrange rune markings that surrounded it.Without much hesitation or thought as to why
to do it, she removed the soft clothand revealed the small cube’s arched top that was like a miniature of the outer trunk itself.But unlike the scuffed and blackened larger trunk that held it firm, this inner box wasartistically carved with delicate patterns and inlaid gold. Ornate silver decorations of unintelligible symbols were inset all along its edges. She tugged at its heart butimmediately knew that she had no idea how to pull it from its trapped prison of steel rods protruding from it at every angle, except for the top. Her thin hands floated over thesurface of its box form, gently working in and around the metal bars until she hit upon ahidden latch or switch of some archaic make. There was a soft snap, and she realized shehad found the way in. Her curiosity, it seemed, was about to be rewarded."Tabitha Griffith, what have you found?" she whispered, knowing there was no one inthe old building to overhear her. From the large window behind her the early morning sunwas now shining in at enough of an angle to show her what was inside this little coffer asshe began to pull it up from its ancient prison. But she was disappointed, to say the least.This kind of adventure was uncommon for her and it was simply not fair to get this far andfind nothing inside such a curious container, especially after previously sorting through allthose other items that were, in her opinion, worthless.Her delicate hands hovered over the inner cube, an empty shell. She saw nothing andyet sensed more than she saw. And then she did the very thing that would change her entire life and set the pattern of her destiny, and, eventually,
lead her to the edge of insanity
. She reached down anyway! She touched something, not the container itself, butan object sticking up from within it,
invisible but most 
definitely there!
Startled, the apple

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