Tombstone Wizard

Tombstone Wizard

KAT SIMONS

Contents

Introduction

Chapter 1

Chapter 2

Chapter 3

Chapter 4

Chapter 5

Thank You

Books By Kat Simons

About the Author

A cold, foggy night in a graveyard.

A mythical monster on the prowl. And only the magic he brought with him to help.

Charles never thought he’d have to challenge his mentor and teacher, a wizard whose powers far exceeded his own. But when his teacher turns to the unthinkable, and bodies start piling up, Charles knows his time has run out.

To end the violence, Charles must best his teacher in a battle of magic, trapped inside a mystical domain. The only way out… Victory.

Or death.

TOMBSTONE WIZARD

Copyright © 2021 by Katrina Tipton

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Published by: T&D Publishing

First Published in: Haunts and Howls and Guardian Spells, 2021

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To those who fight against the odds.

And to my family. You’re why I fight.

Chapter

One

Charles settled into his stance at the head of the tombstone, staring out over the graveyard. Rows of elaborate gray and red marble headstones rose in haphazard patters over the hill, interspersed between the maple trees, the grass around them neatly cut. Through the trees, some of the larger family tombs popped over the hill, but in this section of the cemetery, mostly headstones cut into standard arch shapes, only occasionally something more elaborate.

Faintly, the sounds of New York traffic in the distance, but otherwise, the place was silent. The damp air hinted at the rain only a few hours earlier that left muddy puddles along the paved road winding through the graveyard hills. A soft breeze fluttered through the maple leaves, creating a kind of shooshing music.

The cemetery was closed this time of night, the gate locked against visitors until early morning when the caretakers came back and the place opened for business. So he had the quiet darkness to himself.

He only needed an hour. Just an hour to get this done. And then he was sure everything would be okay.

Swallowing hard, he glanced back at the tombstone where he’d set up his gear. The stone was a dark black marble, standing out amongst the gray and red surrounding it,