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    Silas & Bundersnoot
    Silas & Bundersnoot
    Silas & Bundersnoot
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    Silas & Bundersnoot

    By Kalpar

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    Silas is a wizard, a master of the eight disciplines, with a brain filled with esoteric knowledge and over half a century of adventuring under his belt. Bundersnoot is his cat, perpetually hungry even though he's just been fed. Together, they run a quaint shop in the city, where the good folk of Elade-voc come searching for magical solutions to

    LanguageEnglish
    PublisherB.A. Klapper
    Release dateMar 15, 2024
    ISBN9781962547000
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      Silas & Bundersnoot - Kalpar

      Kalpar

      Silas & Bundersnoot

      First published by B.A. Klapper 2023

      Copyright © 2023 by Kalpar

      All rights reserved. No part of this publication may be reproduced, stored or transmitted in any form or by any means, electronic, mechanical, photocopying, recording, scanning, or otherwise without written permission from the publisher. It is illegal to copy this book, post it to a website, or distribute it by any other means without permission.

      Kalpar asserts the moral right to be identified as the author of this work.

      First edition

      ISBN: 978-1-962547-00-0

      Editing by Isabella Betita

      Cover art by George Patsouras

      This book was professionally typeset on Reedsy

      Find out more at reedsy.com

      To Peabody, who always asked, But has Bundersnoot been fed?

      Contents

      Acknowledgement

      On Werewolves

      On Fairies

      On Vampires

      On Parsley

      On Politics

      About the Author

      Acknowledgement

      Original credit for this book, or perhaps blame, must go first and foremost to my friend Austin and his wife Lauren. It was May of 2020, all of us were stuck at home, and I was casting about for new writing ideas. They suggested the idea of a retired adventuring sorcerer who owned a shop with a bodega cat and they used their experience to help people with various magical problems. Silas & Bundersnoot is the result of that idea.

      Thanks goes to Isabella Betita, my editor, who was extremely excited to work with me on this project and said it was cozy fantasy in all the best way. Also to my cover artist, George Patsouras, who managed to bring these guys to life.

      Among my personal circle I want to personally thank: My librarian friend Bridgid, who described me as one of the best writers she knew and was consistently excited for this project to come to fruition. My therapist, Dr. Macha, who thought it was so cool that I had this goal and encouraged me every step of the way. Everyone in Laser the Boy’s discord who saw me write Silas and Bundersnoot as part of our Thing a Week challenge. I don’t know your real names, but your heart reacts brought my joy. And everyone else I actually knew who promised to buy a copy when it finally released. There are so many of you.

      Finally, and most importantly, to my loving spouse Peabody who let me engage in this ridiculous vanity project.

      On Werewolves

      The young man looked at the shop, consulted the scrap of paper in his hand, and looked at the shop again. Basking in the sunlight, Bundersnoot watched the young man through the front window. He estimated the man would spend another two minutes before either entering the shop to ask if it was the right place or leaving in defeat. It probably would have helped if the shop had a sign but that was the entire point: if Silas had put a sign up over the shop then all manner of people would be coming in night and day asking for silly things they thought magic could give them. This way, only the people who really, truly needed the help of a wizard would be able to find him.

      Bundersnoot stretched and leapt down from the window, negotiating the cluttered floor of the shop, although cluttered wasn’t quite the right word for it. It was wholly inadequate to describe the state the shop was in. Between the wood shop counter and the door was a small clear space where the admittedly few customers could enter. Any progress further into the shop involved navigating the narrow canyons between mounds of items. Piles of clothing, varying in quality from embroidered finery fresh from the seamstress to tattered rags fit only to make paper, formed a lumpy mountain range. A labyrinth of shelves held glass jars filled with everything from dried flowers to crushed stones to more exotic ingredients labeled dreams or memories. Most impressive of all was the collection of books: tattered manuscripts barely held together with string, scrolls made from papyrus, hand-written codices representing lifetimes of effort, and most rare of all beautiful leather-bound tomes fresh from the printers’ district. Silas knew every item in his shop and exactly where it was.

      The bronze bell above the door jangled and Bundersnoot jumped onto the shop counter. Silas, we have a visitor! Then he turned and faced the young man who’d finally gathered enough courage to enter the shop. Silas will be with you in a moment, he’s bringing me food.

      Uh—I guess I’m in the right place? The young man’s confusion was understandable. While many people spoke to their cats, having the cat reply was a far rarer occurrence. I mean, a wizard would have a talking cat, yes?

      Yes, although if he did anything other than lie all day I might find him actually useful. Silas emerged from behind a curtain that separated presumably the back room from the rest of the shop. Silas was a man of indeterminate age. His hair and beard were white, but his face maintained a youthful vitality with none of the typical marks of age. However it was the clothes, a simple robe of deep crimson, which made it obvious that Silas was a wizard. For whatever reason once wizards reached a certain level of skill they decided that a robe was all they ever needed to wear in life ever again. I’m not feeding you, Bundersnoot, you just ate.

      Yes, and I can see the bottom of my bowl again. Clearly the food needs to be refreshed. Bundersnoot flopped on his belly and looked mournfully at the young man. I’ll waste away to nothing at this rate. It’s a disgrace is what it is.

      Silas ignored this comment and turned to the young man. How can I help you today?

      It’s about my sister, the young man said. It’s —well—you see… She’s been turned into a werewolf.

      Silas and Bundersnoot exchanged the look of two experienced professionals. Young man, you’ve certainly come to the right place, Silas said. Based on the fact that you’re here rather than in the Temple District speaking with the Dragonslayer Guild you must be hoping to affect a cure for your sister’s condition?

      Yes, sir. —You see my sister Erica, she’s been in charge of our ropeworks ever since our ma died two years ago. She’s all that our da has left and if she dies without a daughter our ropeworks will go to our aunt. And she’s never much cared for our da, thought our ma was too good for him and, well that’s all family politics. The young man gave the grim smile survivors of bitter family fights were all too familiar with.

      Silas took out a notebook and a quill pen. I’m going to need some details of the accident first. What’s your name?

      Claude, Claude Cordeur. Of the Cordeur Rope Works.

      Very good. Silas recognized the name. The Courdeurs were a long-established artisan family of the city of Elade-voc. Not prosperous enough to play the game of city politics, but still industrious and respectable. What can you tell me about how your sister became a werewolf?"

      Last month she went up into the hills to take a look at one of the tar kilns we’d been getting supplies from, she weren’t satisfied with the supplies they’d been sending us, you see.

      Anyway, so she went up to have a talk with our suppliers. And one night there was an attack at the camp. Wolves came out of nowhere and started attacking everyone in the camp. The next day it looked like—well—they said it looked like she were dead, sir. Just straight dead. But when the moon came out the next night…she was fine. Stood up and started walking around.

      And then the next night?

      The next night…They said she turned into a wolf.

      They said? You didn’t see it yourself?

      No, sir. She was still up in the hills. Erica, she didn’t have any memory of it. Just said she had the strangest dreams. But the men—They said such awful stories. That she ripped out the throat of the foreman and dragged his body into the woods. The next morning there was nothing but bones left. And me da and me, we talked about getting a Dragonslayer. We— weren’t proud of that discussion.

      "But Erica owns our ropeworks in her own right, ever since our ma died. And if she died then it’d pass to our aunt and me

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