{"product_id":"blue-adept-isbn-9780345352453","title":"Blue Adept","description":"\u003cb\u003eIn this brilliant continuation of the epic adventure that began in \u003ci\u003eSplit Infinity, \u003c\/i\u003ePiers Anthony again proves himself a master of both fantasy and science fiction\u003c\/b\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eFor Stile, life was a matter of shuttling madly between two worlds, with the problems growing greater on each. On the science world of Proton, he was a serf, trying to prove his right to exist by competing in the Great Games. On Phaze, where only magic worked, he was the Blue Adept, trying to master the powers of sorcery. And on both worlds, someone was trying to assassinate him.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eAside from winning increasingly difficult contests with no time to prepare, all he had to do was win the love of the Lady Blue, fight a dragon, discover the ultimate weapon—and, of course, seek the paranoid Adept or the all-powerful Citizen who was trying to kill him!\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eAnd now, just when things were growing impossible, he had to fight a mortal duel with the unicorn Herd Leader, against whom his magic powers were useless!\u003cb\u003ePiers Anthony\u003c\/b\u003e, sometimes called Pier Xanthony, is the pseudonym of a Mundane character who was born in England in 1934, came to America in 1940, was naturalized in 1958, and moved to Xanth in 1977. His first story was published in 1963, and his first novel, \u003ci\u003eChthon, \u003c\/i\u003ein 1967. His first Xanth novel, \u003ci\u003eA Spell for Chameleon, \u003c\/i\u003ewon the August Derleth Fantasy Award as the best novel for 1977, and his fantasy novels began placing on the \u003ci\u003eNew York Times\u003c\/i\u003e bestseller list with \u003ci\u003eOgre, Ogre\u003c\/i\u003e. He shifted from writing in pencil to writing on the computer, and \u003ci\u003eGolem in the Gears\u003c\/i\u003e was his first novel created on the machine; naturally, the computer found its way into Xanth.CHAPTER 1\u003cbr\u003e  \u003cbr\u003e Unicorn\u003cbr\u003e  \u003cbr\u003e A lone unicorn galloped across the field toward the Blue Castle. It was a male, with a glossy dark blue coat and red socks on his hind feet and a handsomely spiraled horn. As he moved he played a melody through that hollow horn, sounding like a mellow saxophone. The notes floated across the field ahead of him.\u003cbr\u003e  \u003cbr\u003e Stile walked to a parapet and looked down. He was an extremely small but fit man, a former jockey who remained in shape. He was dressed in a blue shirt and blue jeans, though there were those who felt that neither became his station. His station was such, however, that he could ignore it with impunity—to a degree.\u003cbr\u003e  \u003cbr\u003e “Clip!” he exclaimed, recognizing the visitor. “Hey, Neysa—your brother’s here!”\u003cbr\u003e  \u003cbr\u003e But Neysa already knew it. Her hearing was better than his. She trotted out of the castle and met Clip at the front gate, crossing horns briefly in greeting. Then the two went into their more extended ritual of reunion, prancing out side by side in unison as they played a duet. Neysa’s horn had the sound of a harmonica, and it blended beautifully with the music of the saxophone.\u003cbr\u003e  \u003cbr\u003e Stile watched and listened, entranced, and not by magic. He had always been fond of horses, and he liked unicorns even better. He was of course biased; Neysa was his best friend in this frame. Still—\u003cbr\u003e  \u003cbr\u003e The two equines intensified the beat, their hooves striking the turf precisely. Now they went into the syncopation of the five-beat gait, the Unicorn Strut, their music matching it. Stile, unable to resist, brought out his good harmonica and matched the tune, tapping the beat with his heel as well as he could. He had a natural flair for music, and had sharpened his skill recently because it related so intimately to his magic. When he played, intangible magic formed around him. But he refused to let that inhibit him; the magic only became tangible when he invoked it in his special fashion.\u003cbr\u003e  \u003cbr\u003e When the unicorns finished their dance of delight, they trotted back to the castle. As they approached the gate they shifted to human-form, becoming a handsome young man and an elfishly small but also quite pretty woman. Stile hurried down to meet them in the courtyard.\u003cbr\u003e  \u003cbr\u003e “A greeting, Adept, and a message from the Herd Stallion,” Clip said. He was holding hands with his sister, somewhat to her mute embarrassment; he was more expressive than she. Both wore the garb of archaic Earth as interpreted by nonhuman viewpoint, more or less matching their natural equine colors.\u003cbr\u003e  \u003cbr\u003e “Thy greeting is welcome, Clip,” Stile said. “And thy message too, be it in peace.”\u003cbr\u003e  \u003cbr\u003e “It is, Adept. The Stallion is pleased to summon Neysa the Mare this season to be bred.” He paused, then appended his own remark: “At long last.”\u003cbr\u003e  \u003cbr\u003e “That’s great!” Stile exclaimed. “After three seasons denied, she will finally get her foal!”\u003cbr\u003e  \u003cbr\u003e Then he saw that Neysa was not reacting with the delight expected. Stile looked at her with concern. “Dost this not please thee, oath-friend? I thought it was thy fondest ambition to—”\u003cbr\u003e  \u003cbr\u003e Clip, too, was glancing at her with perplexity. “Sibling, methought I bore great tidings.”\u003cbr\u003e  \u003cbr\u003e Neysa averted her gaze. She was a well-formed girl an inch or so shorter than Stile—a stature that appealed to him though he knew this was foolish. She was the smallest of mares, barely fourteen hands; any shorter and she would have been classified as a pony: a member of the equine little Folk. Her human-form merely reflected this, with only the tiny button-horn in her forehead signifying her true nature.\u003cbr\u003e  \u003cbr\u003e Stile had long since learned to live with the fact that most women and all men were taller than he, and of course Neysa was not human at all. That did not prevent her from being his closest companion in ways both human and equine. Though she could speak, she was not much on verbal communication. Vivacity was not her way, though she had a certain filly humor that manifested subtly on occasion.\u003cbr\u003e  \u003cbr\u003e Clip and Stile exchanged glances. What did this mean? “Would a female know?” Clip asked.\u003cbr\u003e  \u003cbr\u003e Stile nodded. “One would.” He raised his voice only slightly. “Lady.”\u003cbr\u003e  \u003cbr\u003e In a moment the Lady Blue appeared. She was, as always, garbed in variants of blue: blue corduroy skirt, pale blue blouse, dark blue slippers and star-blue tiara. And, as always, her beauty struck Stile with special force. “Master,” she murmured.\u003cbr\u003e  \u003cbr\u003e Stile wished she wouldn’t do that. In no way was he her master, and she knew that well. But he was unable to take effective issue with the conventions of this frame—or with the half-subtle reminders she gave him. She considered him to be an imposter in the Blue Demesnes, a necessary evil. She had cause.\u003cbr\u003e  \u003cbr\u003e “Lady,” he said, maintaining the formality she required of him. “Our friend Neysa is summoned to be bred by the Herd Stallion, and have her foal at last—yet she seems not pleased. Canst thou fathom this, and wilt thou enlighten us males?”\u003cbr\u003e  \u003cbr\u003e The Lady Blue went to Neysa and embraced her. No aloofness in this acquaintance! “Friend of mine oath, grant me leave to explain to my lord,” the Lady said to Neysa, and the unicorn-girl nodded.\u003cbr\u003e  \u003cbr\u003e The Lady faced Stile. “It be a private matter,” she said, and walked sedately from the court.\u003cbr\u003e  \u003cbr\u003e She hadn’t even asked; she had known intuitively! “I’ll be back,” Stile said, and quickly followed.\u003cbr\u003e  \u003cbr\u003e When they were alone, they dropped the pretenses. “What’s the mystery?” Stile snapped. “She’s my best friend—a better friend than thou. Why won’t she tell me?”\u003cbr\u003e  \u003cbr\u003e “Thy magic is strong,” the Lady replied. “Thy comprehension weak. Left to thine own devices, thou wilt surely come to grief.”\u003cbr\u003e  \u003cbr\u003e “Agreed,” Stile said easily, though he was not pleased. “Fortunately I have Hulk and Neysa and thee to look after me. Soon will I eliminate the major threat to my tenure as Adept, and will stand no longer in need of such supervision.”\u003cbr\u003e  \u003cbr\u003e What irony there was rolled off her without visible effect. The fairness and softness of her appearance concealed the implacable skill with which she fought to preserve the works of her late husband. There was nothing soft about her dedication to his memory. “Be that as it may—the mare feels un-free to leave thee at this time. Hulk may depart and I am not committed to thee as Neysa is. Therefore she prefers to postpone breeding until thou’rt secure.”\u003cbr\u003e  \u003cbr\u003e “But this is senseless!” he protested. “She must not sacrifice her own welfare for mine! I can offer her only hardship and danger.”\u003cbr\u003e  \u003cbr\u003e “Aye,” the Lady agreed.\u003cbr\u003e  \u003cbr\u003e “Then thou must talk to her. Make her go to the Stallion.”\u003cbr\u003e  \u003cbr\u003e “Who is as masculinely logical as thee,” the Lady said. “With every bit as much comprehension of her concern. Nay, I shall not betray her thus.”\u003cbr\u003e  \u003cbr\u003e Stile grimaced. “Didst thou treat thy husband likewise?”\u003cbr\u003e  \u003cbr\u003e Now she colored. “Aye.”\u003cbr\u003e  \u003cbr\u003e Stile was immediately sorry. “Lady, I apologize. Well I know thou didst love him alone.”\u003cbr\u003e  \u003cbr\u003e “Not enough, it seems, to save his life. Perhaps had he had a unicorn to guard him—”\u003cbr\u003e  \u003cbr\u003e There it was, that needle-sharp acuity. “I yield the point. There is no guardian like Neysa. What must I do to oblige her?”\u003cbr\u003e  \u003cbr\u003e “Thou must arrange postponement of the breeding, until she feels free to leave thee.”\u003cbr\u003e  \u003cbr\u003e Stile nodded. “That should be feasible. I thank thee, Lady, for thine insight.”\u003cbr\u003e  \u003cbr\u003e “What thou askest for, thou hast,” she said coolly. “Thou art now the Blue Adept, the leading magician of the realm. Only have the human wit not to offend the mare in the presentation of thy decision.”\u003cbr\u003e  \u003cbr\u003e “And how do I find the wit not to offend thee, bride of my defunct self? Thou knowest his tastes are mine.”\u003cbr\u003e  \u003cbr\u003e She left him, not deigning to answer. Stile shrugged and returned to the courtyard. He wanted the Lady Blue more than anything he could imagine, and she was aware of this. But he had to win her the right way. He had the power to convert her by magic, but he would not use it; she knew this too. She understood him in certain ways better than he understood himself, for she had experienced the love of his other self. She could handle him, and she did so.\u003cbr\u003e  \u003cbr\u003e Clip and Neysa had reverted to unicorn-form and were grazing on the patch of rich bluegrass maintained beside the fountain for that purpose. The two were a beautifully matched set, his blue against her black, his red socks complementing her white ones. Clip was a true unicorn in coloration; Neysa had been excluded from the herd for some years because her color resembled that of a horse. Stile still got angry when he thought about that.\u003cbr\u003e  \u003cbr\u003e Neysa looked up as he approached, black ears perking forward, a stem of grass dangling from her mouth. 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