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Inock Tehan is just like any other 13-year-old; he enjoys watching TV, spending time with his friends and he definitely does not like school!

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Inock is – shall we say – different in many ways, however.  He lives in Kasama, a magic city inhabited by many enchanted creatures, and is a demon himself.

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His favourite TV show is Power Trials, and in school, he learns all about the ancient and famous witches and demons of his world.

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When Inock mischievously takes his dad’s special Onis flute against his ghost friend, Rozanthia’s advice, a series of events unravel.

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Mabiyah the Oracle sends Inock on a special mission where he encounters phantoms, demons, a dragon and a very special person from another world.

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Blackwood Chronicles: Inock Tehan and the Phantom of the Ruins is an exciting story, full of surprises, that takes the reader on an exhilarating adventure into a completely new world.

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About the Author

Allan Andrew Wise (A. A. Wise), born in Uganda, East Africa, moved to England as a young boy. His interest in fantasy literature appeared at a young age and he has been devouring fantasy novels ever since.

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Allan’s various hobbies include travelling, keeping up with current events, watching movies and playing video games.

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Allan’s first book, Inock Tehan and the Phantom of the Ruins, was published by Austin Macauley in 2017. His second novel in that series, Inock Tehan and the Forbidden Clan was published by Austin Macauley in May this year.

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Excerpt

‘You charge way too much for lessons here at your school,’ argued Laden, pointing a finger at Inock’s big brother.

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‘Look, I’m not the one who sets the prices,’ Torend retorted. ‘You’ll have to come back when my father isn’t busy. He sets the prices!’

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‘Every time we come here he’s busy,’ said Laden, laying a hand on his little sister’s shoulder. ‘And you always tell us to come back later.’

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‘I wouldn’t lie about…’

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‘Look, Torend,’ Laden interrupted, ‘my little sister recently came into her powers and she needs to see a power-trainer. Her powers keep going out of control. And they’ll only get worse if she doesn’t see the power-trainer right away.’

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‘I understand what you’re saying but I can’t book you in,’ said Torend. ‘My mother said no. Why don’t you just go and see another power-trainer?’

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‘Oh, come on, Torend. You know there isn’t another power-trainer for miles. And I can’t afford to send her to the Secilia Power Academy; they charge a fortune!’

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(The Secilia Power Academy was a very famous school for demons and witches. It was in a faraway city.)

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Torend was about to reply when he was interrupted by a pair of angry-looking men accompanied by two vile creatures; these were venators with their ghastly onis!

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Venators were the police of Inock’s world. They were bald, black men with green eyebrows and they always looked angry. They wore a uniform of dark green, kneelength silk jackets with long black sleeves, black trousers and black boots and they always had black whips hanging from their waists. They also wore a green metallic brace around their necks. Venators were invariably accompanied by onis – large black creatures that came up to a man’s waist. They looked like gigantic dogs – like a bull terrier with large red eyes, no ears and two very long, scaly tails that writhed like serpents behind them. They had long jaws that resembled a crocodile’s, packed with lots of sharp, stained teeth.

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Venators always used these horrible creatures to help them patrol the streets. You’d never see a venator without an onis.

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‘What’s the commotion here?’ one of the venators snapped.

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‘Nothing’s wrong,’ replied Torend.

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‘Who asked you guys to butt in?’ spat Laden.

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‘You’re causing a scene,’ hissed one of the venators, reaching for the black whip at his waist.

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The two onis snarled at Laden, their four tails thrashing about behind them.

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Seeing the two vicious creatures snarl like that reminded little Inock of something – the Onis flute. He reached into his pocket, took it out and stared at it. It looked exactly like the little flute one of the angry venators was holding. He wondered if the dog-like creatures would do what he wanted if he blew into it. Would they come and stand by his side? Could he make them chase the angry venators away from his brother?

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Inock just had to find out. He raised the green flute to his mouth and was about to blow into it when Rozanthia screamed out, ‘No, Inock! Don’t!’

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