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We didn’t much like finding lost stuff as in general lost stuff doesn’t like to be found, but when work was slack, we’d do pretty much anything within the law. Not just ‘mislaid-it-whoops’ lost, which is easy, but ‘never-to-be-found’ lost, which is a good deal harder. So as I said, it was very much business as usual at Kazam, and this morning we were going to try to find something that was lost. And if you think that’s a responsible job for a sixteen-year-old, you’re right – I’m really only acting manager until the Great Zambini gets back. Between us we have the only eight licensed sorcerers on the planet. To be honest that’s not saying much – there are only two: Kazam and Industrial Magic, over in Stroud. The place I do all this is a company called Kazam, the biggest House of Enchantment in the world. The person who does the deals, takes the bookings and then gets all the flak when things go wrong – and little of the credit when it goes right. The job I do is ‘Mystical Arts Management’, or more simply put, I’m an agent. We also lifted cars for the city’s clamping unit, conducted Flying Carpet pizza deliveries and could predict weather with 23 per cent more accuracy than SNODD-TV’s favourite weather girl, Daisy Fairchild.īut I don’t do any of that. You know the sort of thing: plumbing and rewiring, wallpapering and loft conversions. So while we at Kazam waited for magic to re-establish itself, it was very much business as usual: hiring out sorcerers to conduct low-level, mundane and very practical magic. We had no foes to vanquish except the taxman, and the only time we got to fight the powers of darkness was during one of the Kingdom’s frequent power cuts. No one would be doing any ocean-commanding for a while, elephants would remain unlevitated and a herring wouldn’t be losing anyone wanting to get to the airport. After a brief surge that generated weird cloud shapes and rain that tasted of elderflower cordial, the wizidrical power had dropped to nothing before rising again almost painfully slowly.

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The days of wild, crowd-pleasing stuff like commanding the oceans, levitating elephants and turning herring into taxi drivers were long gone, and despite the advent of a Big Magic two months before, the return of unlimited magical powers had not yet happened. Useful in the same way that cars and dishwashers and can-openers are useful. Of titanic fights to the death with the powers of darkness, of conjuring up blizzards and quelling storms at sea of casting lightning bolts from mountains, and bringing statues to life in order to vanquish troublesome foes.

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I think you’ll agree it’s pretty glamorous: a life full of spells, potions and whispered enchantments of levitation, vanishings and alchemy.

‘For every Quarkbeast there is an equal and opposite Quarkbeast’ Miss Boolean Smith, Sorcerer (Rtd) ‘In an instant Owen’s carpet was gone in a burst of tattered wool and cotton.’ But one thing is certain: Jennifer Strange will not relinquish the noble powers of magic to big business and commerce without a fight. It may involve a trip on a magic carpet at the speed of sound to the Troll Wall, the mysterious Transient Moose, and a powerless sorceress named Once Magnificent Boo. With only one functioning wizard and her faithful assistant 'Tiger' Prawns, Jennifer must use every ounce of ingenuity to derail King Snodd's plans. Meet Jennifer Strange, sixteen-year-old acting manager of Kazam, the employment agency for sorcerers and soothsayers. One person stands between Snodd and his plans for power and riches beyond the wildest dreams of avarice.

Magical power is on the rise and King Snodd IV of Hereford has realised that he who controls magic controls almost anything. Series: The Last Dragonslayer The Song of the Quarkbeast Jasper FfordeĪ long time ago magic faded away, leaving behind only yo-yos, the extremely useful compass-pointing-to-North enchantment and the spell that keep bicycles from falling over.