CHAPTER ONE

The charity auction hadn't started until well after midnight, when the gala dinner had ended. It was almost four in the morning and the auction was only now drawing to a close. A digital display behind the celebrity auctioneer--an actor who had played James Bond on-screen for many years--showed the running total at more than one million euro.

"Lot number two hundred and ten: a pair of early- nineteenth-century Japanese Kabuki masks."

A ripple of excitement ran through the crowded room. Inlaid with chips of solid jade, the Kabuki masks were the highlight of the auction and were expected to fetch in excess of half a million euro.

At the back of the room the tall, thin man with the fuzz of close-cropped snow white hair was prepared to pay twice that.

Niccolò Machiavelli stood apart from the rest of the crowd, arms lightly folded across his chest, careful not to wrinkle his Savile Row--tailored black silk tuxedo. Stone gray eyes swept over the other bidders, analyzing and assessing them. There were really only five others he needed to look out for: two private collectors like himself, a minor European royal, a once-famous American movie actor and a Canadian antiques dealer. The remainder of the audience were tired, had spent their budget or were unwilling to bid on the vaguely disturbing-looking masks.

Machiavelli loved all types of masks. He had been collecting them for a very long time, and he wanted this particular pair to complete his collection of Japanese theater costumes. These masks had last come up for sale in 1898 in Vienna, and he had then been outbid by a Romanov prince. Machiavelli had patiently bided his time; the masks would come back on the market again when the Prince and his descendents died. Machiavelli knew he would still be around to buy them; it was one of the many advantages of being immortal.

"Shall we start the bidding at one hundred thousand euro?"

Machiavelli looked up, caught the auctioneer's attention and nodded.

The auctioneer had been expecting his bid and nodded in return. "I am bid one hundred thousand euro by Monsieur Machiavelli. Always one of this charity's most generous supporters and sponsors."

A smattering of applause ran around the room, and several people turned to look at him and raise their glasses. Niccolò acknowledged them with a polite smile.

"Do I have one hundred and ten?" the auctioneer asked.

One of the private collectors raised his hand slightly.

"One-twenty?" The auctioneer looked back to Machiavelli, who immediately nodded.

Within the next three minutes, a flurry of bids brought the price up to two hundred and fifty thousand euro. There were only three serious bidders left: Machiavelli, the American actor and the Canadian.

Machiavelli's thin lips twisted into a rare smile; his patience was about to be rewarded, and finally the masks would be his. Then the smile faded as he felt the cell phone in his back pocket buzz silently. For an instant he was tempted to ignore it; he'd given his staff strict instructions that he was not to be disturbed unless it was absolutely critical. He also knew they were so terrified of him that they would not phone unless it was an emergency. Reaching into his pocket, he pulled out the ultraslim phone and glanced down.

A picture of a sword pulsed gently on the large LCD screen.

Machiavelli's smile vanished. In that second he knew he was not going to be able to buy the Kabuki masks this century. Turning on his heel, he strode out of the room and pressed the phone to his ear. Behind him, he could hear the auctioneer's hammer hit the lectern "Sold. For two hundred...

 

Erik Singer sets a nonstop pace as he narrates Scott's fantasy featuring the real-life fourteenth-century alchemist Nicholas Flamel, Niccolo Machiavelli, Joan of Arc, and a fictional pair of American teen twins--Josh and Sophie. Josh sums up the situation: "Weird?? We're in a house with a two-thousand-year-old vegetarian vampire, an immortal alchemist, another immortal who's a magician/rock star specializing in fire, and a French heroine who should have died in the Middle Ages." They are pursued by agents of the Dark Elders. Singer's characterizations come to life in distinctive European and American accents. His portrayal of the characters' emotions as well as the credible sounds he gives to the story's mythical creatures immerses the listener in Scott's world and sets the stage for the next book in the series. D.P.D. (c) AudioFile 2008, Portland, Maine

 

The Magician by Michael Scott
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