Magic Mansion by Jordan Price (best fiction books to read .txt) 📕

Contents

Book Info

About the Voting

1 A Final Performance

2 The Audition

3 The Contract

4 The Callback

5 Casting

6 Surprise Announcement

7 Opening Credits

8 The Arrival

9 First Challenge

10 Pretense of Fairness

11 Picking Teams

12 Spa Day

13 Two Magicians Leave

14 Metamorphosis Challenge

15 Into the Box

16 Manual Labor

17 Red Team Elimination

18 Construction Plans

19 Zig Zag Cabinet

20 Uneven Teams

21 Wand Pond

22 Size Matters

23 Cards and Hats

24 Rings and Silks

25 Farewell Dinner

26 Producer's Warning

27 Tiger Trainer Challenge

28 Special Surprise

29 Blast from the Past

30 Aftermath

31 Big Top Challenge

32 Playing the Game

33 Final Four

34 Dressing Up

35 Boardwalk Magic

36 Rumor Mill

37 Scoring the Performance

38 Final Prep

39 Sands of Time

40 The Winner Is

41 Walk of Fame

Vote 1 - Focus Group

Vote 2 - Two Team

Vote 3 - Metamorphosis

Vote 4 - Gold to Red

Vote 5 - Four Props

Vote 6 - Circus Week

About the Author

About this Story

Recommended Reads

A Note from Jordan

Magic Mansion

Jordan Castillo Price

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About the Voting

Magic Mansion was written serially in the author’s newsletter. At six points during the story, readers were able to vote a character on or off Magic Mansion. If you’re curious about the real voting outcome, you’ll find the results at the end of the story. Links to results are also listed in the ebook’s table of contents.

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Chapter 1

A FINAL PERFORMANCE

Magic might not be as popular as it had once been, back in its golden age, but it beat watching soap operas or reading mangled comic books with missing pages, and nipples drawn in ballpoint pen on the costumes of all the lady-characters. And it beat getting your temperature taken, or your blood drawn. And it especially beat swallowing those big, nasty pills.

The audience might not be enthusiastic, but they were there. And that was enough.

They sat in their molded plastic chairs, four children in all. A young boy, badly burned. Something to do with crystal meth and a back door that was nailed shut. His pain was constant. A teenager who’d shattered his foot, and his clavicle, and five bones in his hand on a skateboard. He was too old for magic, or so he thought, but his bones knit faster when he was in its thrall. A boy whose brother had shot him in the leg with the family’s gun, a semi-automatic with its serial numbers filed off, which his mother said they kept for protection. And maybe they did. Their neighborhood hadn’t been fit to live in for years. A girl with pneumonia who’d had too many “uncles.” She was better off in the hospital.

John—stage name, Professor Topaz—had carefully enticed the children to abandon their skepticism. First, he presented himself as a consummate magician: coiffed hair, immaculately groomed goatee, starched shirt, impeccable silk tie, and a spotless black suit—which was beginning to go shiny around the seams, though in the current lighting, it shouldn’t be detectable. He wooed them with a series of simple but rapid tricks so as not to lose their attention, a few solemn words, and the token discovery of a silver dollar behind each of their ears. He let them keep the coins, which cemented their interest. Now they’d been enthralled for the past fifteen minutes with nothing more than three lengths of rope.

All three pieces began the act apparently the same length, and then, as he slid the knots between his agile fingers, they seemed to lengthen and shorten. Another slide, and all three were even once more. It was all a clever manipulation of one long rope and two short stubs, which appeared to be the ends of medium-sized lengths. But in John’s talented hands, the illusion looked quite real.

“Tell me, young lady, is this rope intact?” My God. Far too many “uncles.” “Yes? Very good. Excellent. And now, you see….” A loop. His long fingers curled around a second, hidden knot as he slid the other up and down, to the delight of even the jaded teenager.

“Now,” he said gravely. “Observe what happens…when I cut it.” He slipped the knot to the end, brandished a pair of scissors that had Pediatrics written in marker on the plastic handle, and snipped the rope. There were gasps, and four pairs of eyes went wide—because they’d seen him cut it, and surely that was no sleight of hand.

It wasn’t. But the few inches he’d trimmed off the yard-long length were hardly worth noticing. He palmed the rope stubs, then slid them into his pocket along with the scissors. “You have seen them grow…and shrink…and now, before your very eyes, watch…as three become…one!”

He snapped open the rope with a flourish—and even the teenager laughed. Good progress. The boy wouldn’t be in the hospital long, and if John could reach that part of him that was blighted,