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    Magical Mayhem Books 1-3 Omnibus
    Magical Mayhem Books 1-3 Omnibus
    Magical Mayhem Books 1-3 Omnibus
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    Magical Mayhem Books 1-3 Omnibus

    By Emily Martha Sorensen

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    A collection of the first three books of the Magical Mayhem series.

    To Prevent World Peace

    The villains are dead. The world is at peace. And now the magical girls want to conquer it.

    Chronos has the power to see the future, and that's the future Chronos foresees. All she wants is to get a good night's sleep, so she decides to have a simple conversation with the fated ringleader in hopes that it will set that horrible future straight.

    But Kendra is not an easy person to convince. Kendra wants to save the world. And if she has to cram that down the world's throat, well, so be it.

    To Prevent Chic Costumes

    Chronos doesn't want to be a villain. She also doesn't want a houseguest. Unfortunately for her, Kendra is insisting on both, and the former magical girl will not listen to reason.

    In desperation, Chronos goes to the one person she trusts least for help:

    Her sister, Rhea.

    Rhea, who is a fashion designer for villains. Rhea, whose favorite hobby is corrupting magical girls.

    To Prevent Clear Paths

    When Kendra defected to villainy, she left her friends and family baffled. Her best friend has no clue where the former magical girl is or what she's doing, but she's determined to find out.

    Even if it means attacking Kendra.

    Chronos has a brand new unwanted houseguest she can't get rid of. And this one has more than a few screws loose and is adorably evil. What do you do with a ten-year-old dark magical girl?

    LanguageEnglish
    PublisherEmily Martha Sorensen
    Release dateSep 29, 2018
    Magical Mayhem Books 1-3 Omnibus
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    Emily Martha Sorensen

    Books were my first love and best friends growing up, which I did in five states and four countries. My love of storytelling has never waned, and I've always wanted to write -- and share -- my own stories.I love fantasy, especially fairy tale retellings, fascinating magic systems, humor, and clean paranormal romance. I like science fiction too, but the more magic in a story, the more pleased I'm likely to be.I have two comics, the first of them complete, the second ongoing. I enjoy reading, writing, drawing, crafts, editing, and I occasionally play videogames.

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      Magical Mayhem Books 1-3 Omnibus - Emily Martha Sorensen

      Chapter 1: The Future

      It was a microphone, shaped like a flower.  A tall woman stood behind it, elegant and emanating authority, for all the fact that she was barely eighteen.

      She lifted her chin, surveying the crowd before her.  A sea of teenagers and children watched breathlessly, eager for her guidance.  Anxious to hear what they should do.

      The villains, the woman said, are dead.

      A sigh went out across the whole audience.  A sigh of relief, of pleasure, of anticipation.

      The Olympians are slain, the woman continued.  The Deathwaves have disbanded.  The invaders from other worlds have all fled.  For the first time since magic came to us in order to save this world, we have world peace.

      A murmur of excitement danced across the crowd.  Almost all of them were children and teenagers.  Almost all of them were female.  A great many of them wore colorful costumes, were surrounded by animal critters, or had magical glows or sparkles around them.

      But! the woman snapped sharply, bringing their attention back to her.

      The crowd stilled.  Murmuring stopped, and eyes fastened back onto the speaker.

      But, the woman said more softly, our problems are not over.  For now there are those saying that where there is power, there can be both good and evil.  Now there are those saying that we are no longer needed.  That our magic should be set down.  That we should renounce our powers and join the ranks of mediocrity.

      Her voice rose sharply.

      Is this right?!

      NO! the crowd shouted.

      Is this fair?!

      "NO!" the crowd shouted.

      Will we do this?!

      "NO!!" the crowd screamed.

      Teenage girls clenched fists in outrage.  Middle school girls looked hurt.  Younger girls looked like they had no idea what was going on, but they enjoyed the opportunity to yell.

      The woman at the podium held up her hand.

      Silence fell.

      A few little girls shouted "No!" from the crowd, just in case there was about to be another question.

      The speaker waited for a moment, and then she answered.

      No, she said quietly.  We created this peace, and we are the only ones who can defend it.  Without us, everything we’ve built will crumble, wither and die.  So even now, we must continue to fight — to protect world peace!

      World peace!  World peace!  World peace! the crowd shouted.  World peace!  World peace!  World peace!

      One little girl near the front looked baffled.  She stared up at a slender teenage girl beside her, probably an older sister.  Then the small child’s face brightened, and she started chanting along with the rest of the crowd.  Would peas!  Would peas!  Would peas!

      Magical girls have protected our world for four and a half generations! the woman shouted from the podium.  The microphone shaped like a flower trembled.  "And yet now, the politicians say we are no longer needed!  We were given this magic to protect the world!  We were given this magic to save it!  We must do that!"

      World peace!  World peace!  World peace!

      Gigantic feathered wings sprouted from the speaker’s back, and she zoomed up into the air, presiding over the fervor of the crowd.  Then, just as the screaming reached its peak, she plunged down and soared off into the distance.

      An alarmed-looking man scrambled up to the stage and grabbed the microphone.  A big thank you to our chairwoman — Avenging Angel!

      World peace!  World peace!  World peace! the crowd chanted.  World peace!  World peace!  World peace!

      There was no Would peas any longer.  The little girl near the front had fallen asleep, sucking her thumb.

      The blonde-haired woman with the glorious feathered wings landed.  Waiting for her was another woman, dark-skinned and bat-winged.  This woman wore a crimson blouse and a long, layered skirt that looked like it had once been fluffy, but had morphed into shreds.

      Terrific, Kendra, the brown-skinned woman said.  She put her hands on her hips.  That was not what you were supposed to say.  Presidente Santos will be furious.

      Presidente Santos can do what she likes, the blonde-haired woman said.  Feathers glowed around her as she detransformed back into ordinary attire: a T-shirt and jeans with a butterfly patch on each of the back pockets.  It had to be said, and you know it.

      "I do not know that, her friend snapped.  We’re magical girls, not governments.  Who elected us to decide the world’s fate?"

      Magic itself did, Kendra said.  We were chosen as the most pure in heart.  Who else is so qualified?

      The brown-skinned woman looked troubled.

      Do you disagree? Kendra demanded, folding her arms.

      No . . . her friend said slowly.  But I do believe in democracy.  Not . . . whatever you’re doing.  You’re the reason governments are getting scared of magical girls.

      They were always scared of us, Kendra said scornfully.  "Why do you think there’s so much pressure to relinquish powers in early teenage years?  Because children can be controlled."

      I know that that’s a touchy subject for you, the brown-skinned woman said slowly.  I know you think all magical girls should keep their powers until magic decides to leave because they’re unworthy or too old.  But Kendra, the only reason Presidente Santos allowed you to call that press conference in the first place was because you agreed to . . .

      I’ll agree to anything, Kendra cut her off, "if it’s a necessary step to reaching my goals.  That doesn’t mean I’ll do it.  Listen."

      In the background, the chanting was growing louder and louder and louder.  Other flying magical girls were now filling the sky.  World peace!  World peace!  World peace!

      What did you do? the brown-skinned woman asked in horror.

      You might ask, rather, Kendra said in satisfaction, what did Namikaze do when I gave her the signal?

      "What did she do?!"

      Kendra smiled.  They’re going to the border.  For a . . . peaceful demonstration against Brazil’s demands that we give up our powers.  Such an unimaginably stupid thing for them to do.

      You’ve probably just started a war, you know.

      The smirk fell from Kendra’s face.  I know.

      And you really think that risk was worth it? her friend snapped.

      If there’s a war, we’ll win, Kendra shrugged.

      That wasn’t my question.

      Kendra sighed heavily.  She reached out and pushed a stray hair back behind her ear.  "Flo, you know someone has to rule the world.  And the only people pure enough to do it are the magical girls.  If it takes a war to stop all wars forever, that’s what we’ll do."

      The myriad future wars, the multitudes of deaths and chaos, smashed through Chronos’s mind and jerked her awake.  She sat bolt upright, gasping.

      It was that dream again, she thought numbly, clenching her bedsheets.  The point of no return.

      She had woken up from that dream every night for two weeks straight, and that hadn’t been the first time she had seen it.  Two years ago, when she’d first seen it, it had been so unlikely that she’d dismissed it as one of the many irrelevant futures that haunted her at night.  But unlike most of those unlikely futures, this one had persisted.  It had gradually become more and more likely, until it was showing up once every few weeks.

      And then it had doubled in likelihood and started showing up every night.

      Chronos clutched the bedsheets in angry frustration.

      Two weeks ago, something had happened.  That much was plain.  But she couldn’t see the past, and there was no way she would ask the person who could.  She knew what her sister’s advice would be: Just kill the kid.

      Chronos, unlike most of her family, didn’t believe in killing children and teenagers.  It just seemed so obviously wrong.  That was why she wasn’t on speaking terms with her sister.  That was why she hadn’t gone to her parents’ funeral.  That was why she basically lived like a hermit.

      Well, that was a small part of the reason.  The major part was that she didn’t like people much.

      Chronos muttered furiously under her breath and pounded the pillow beside her.  She hated that dream.  Hated it.  Hated it.  Hated it.  Hated it because it was growing more likely.  Hated it because it wasn’t going away.

      Chronos’s dreams were never dreams.  They were her born mage gift acting out of control.  Chronos could see the future, which wasn’t the problem.

      The problem was that she couldn’t get it to stop.

      Chronos closed her eyes, remembering the time she had felt cheated.  The time she had learned that, if she’d just known earlier, she could have had a way to turn off her powers, if only temporarily, if only short-term.

      She would have taken temporarily and short-term.

      Her parents had asked her to search for futures of specific people, strangers in some sort of powerful position who could be blackmailed overseas.  Her sister was the one who excelled at that, and who actually enjoyed doing it, but Chronos’s parents had insisted that she should learn to do it, too.

      The two of you would be the most amazing team the family has ever known, they’d told her, if you’d just learn to work together!

      But Chronos, who was known for her rebelliousness and uncooperativeness, had just answered rudely.

      Still, because she’d had some grudging desire to please her parents, she’d put some small effort into it while grounded in her room.  If nothing else, she’d had some mild

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