WebMage (Ravirn, Book 1)
Kelly McCullough
Language: English
Pages: 310
ISBN: 0441014259
Format: PDF / Kindle (mobi) / ePub
Ravirn is not your average computer geek. A child of the Fates—literally—he’s a hacker extraordinaire who can zero in on the fatal flaw in any program. Now that twenty-first-century magic has gone digital that makes him a very talented sorcerer. But a world of problems is about to be downloaded on Ravirn—who’s just trying to pass his college midterms.
Great Aunt Atropos, one of the three Fates, decides that humans having free will is really overrated and plans to rid herself of the annoyance—by coding a spell into the Fate Core, the server that rules destiny. As a hacker, Ravirn is a big believer in free will, and when he not only refuses to debug her spell but actively opposes her, all hell breaks loose.
Even with the help of his familiar Melchior, a sexy sorceress (who’s also a mean programmer), and the webgoblin underground, it’s going to be a close call...
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have ended in some other fashion. “Were it not for you, my lady, I might even now be wandering that far shore. I owe you everything, Cerice. I am at your service for whatever you might ask.” “I think that I shall begin with this.” She leaned forward and placed her soft lips against mine. That first contact was like white fire, and it burned all the way to my toes. I couldn’t say how long we sat like that, nothing touching but our lips. In retrospect the kiss seems fleeting, but at the time it
explain the life strand. But what about the fact that both Clotho and Lachesis agreed the dragon had his fingerprints all over it?” The tone in her voice was hopeful, like she wanted someone to explain that away as well. I could have kissed Ahllan, but after looking at those big, sharp, shiny teeth it didn’t seem the best idea. “Actually, I have a theory about that,” I said. “The program I used to kill the dragon turned its hide into red lace before it was finished. It did that by breeding like
took the time to kick off my boots and jeans and swap them for TechSec racing leathers. Finally, I grabbed the shoulder bag I keep packed for emergencies. “Come on, Melchior.” I opened the flap on my bag. “Let’s go.” “It’s about time,” replied the goblin as he climbed into the bag. “You were moving so slowly I thought you were going to put down roots.” “Listen,” I began, then thought better of it. “Later, if I’m still alive, I’m going to rework your OS.” I snatched my motorcycle helmet and
matter? I didn’t find it, and I don’t think I’m likely to get the chance now.” “I am not known for my tolerance,” said the goddess. “Quite the contrary in fact.” “Well then,” I said, and I slipped my dagger hand from its sling. “I’d better find another tack. Melchior, Nine One One. Please.” That would tell him I wanted him to act on his own recognizance. “Executing,” said the webgoblin. Drawing my rapier, I whirled. There was no way I could fight Eris with magic. If we headed down that road,
each other, and my relationship with my grandmother wasn’t much better at that point. Besides, Clotho was the only one of the three who had a vested interest in seeing Cerice come out of this in one piece. Her eyes scanned over me as I made a slow and painful climb up the stairs. Starting at my feet, they worked their way up to my face, at which point a very odd look passed across her features. In anyone other than a Fate, I’d have called it a double take. “Ravirn,” she said. “It’s good to see