Jody Lynn Nye is a writer of fantasy and science fiction books and short stories.

Since 1987 she has published over 45 books and more than 150 short stories, including epic fantasies, contemporary humorous fantasy, humorous military science fiction, and edited three anthologies. She collaborated with Anne McCaffrey on a number of books, including the New York Times bestseller, Crisis on Doona. She also wrote eight books with Robert Asprin, and continues both of Asprin's Myth-Adventures series and Dragons series. Her newest series is the Lord Thomas Kinago adventures, the most recent of which is Rhythm of the Imperium (Baen Books), a humorous military SF novel. She also runs the two-day intensive writers' workshop at DragonCon.

Her other recent books are Myth-Fits (Ace Books), Wishing on a Star (Arc Manor Press); an e-collection of cat stories, Cats Triumphant! (Event Horizon); Dragons Run (fourth in the Dragons series) and Launch Pad, an anthology of science fiction stories co-edited with Mike Brotherton (WordFire). She is also happy to announce the reissue of her Mythology series and Taylor's Ark series from WordFire Publishing. Jody runs the two-day intensive writers' workshop at DragonCon, and she and her husband, Bill Fawcett are the book reviewers for Galaxy's Edge Magazine.

Bill Fawcett & Associates has packaged over 350 books science fiction, fantasy, military, non-fiction, and licensed novels and series for major publishers. As an author Bill has written or co-authored over a dozen books plus close to one hundred articles and short stories. Bill has collaborated on several mystery novels including with Chelsea Quinn Yarbro including the Authorized Mycroft Holmes novels. As an anthologist Bill has edited or co-edited over 40 anthologies.

The Magic Touch by Jody Lynn Nye

"Every child deserves one miracle," is the motto of the Fairy Godmothers Union. Raymond Crandall is skeptical whether he wants to be a part of something that sounds so hokey, but his Grandma Eustatia insisted he join. To his shock, Ray discovers that the fairy godmothers use real magic to grant those wishes, but the proper use of magic and the responsibility that goes with it are not easily learned. While he studies with Mrs. Rose Feinstein, a rival force, the Demons, Djinni and Efreets Guild, is also recruiting apprentices — from the local street gangs. Ray discovers that granting wishes to children touches something in himself that he never knew was there. The DDEG want that power for themselves and are prepared to go to terrifying lengths to get it. The Fairy Godparents are in danger. Can Ray pull off a miracle for all of them, without jeopardizing the people that he loves?



  • "Jody Lynn Nye's irrepressible humor makes this story a delight… One of those ideas I wish I'd had."

    – Christopher Stasheff, Author of The Warlock In Spite of Himself
  • "Jody Lynn Nye has a deft touch with fantasy and an ever-ready imagination."

    – Anne McCaffrey


Chapter 1

The phone rang in an ordinary suburban household.

The woman looked from the sinkful of suds in which her hands were immersed to the phone and called up the stairs, "Honey, can you get that?"

"It's for you," her husband said a moment later, propping the phone on her shoulder.

The woman listened to the phone, all the time edging away to glance at her husband, looking uncomfortable because he was listening in so intently.

"Yes. Yes, all right. Are you sure it's got to be tonight?" she asked. "Yes, I know there have to be three of us or it won't work.…" Another uneasy glance. "Yes, I've still got it. It's in … a safe place. All right. Pick me up at eight. I'll be ready."

She hung up the receiver and turned, a little breathlessly, to face her husband. "I have to go out tonight."

Looking terribly uncomfortable, the man gestured to her to sit down. His wife sank into a chair with wary, wide eyes.

"Sweetheart, I have to ask you this," he began cautiously. "I've been feeling funny about asking, but I have to know. The strange clothes, the basket, the notebooks you keep locked up … I don't mean to pry. I know it sounds strange but … are you in some kind of cult?"

"No, honey," she said, taking his hand gently. "I'm a fairy godmother."

* * *

The fair-haired woman in the light blue suit leaned forward into the microphone on the lectern and smiled brightly at the huge crowd in the Assembly Hall. With a long stick tipped with a star she tapped on the wooden top for attention.

"Will everyone please rise, so we can sing the union song?"

Raymond E. Crandall, Jr., stood up with everyone else. He glanced around him out of the corners of his eyes at the people and wished the meeting was over so he could leave. He hated assemblies. Two weeks ago, when he graduated from high school, he thought he was through with sitting in huge rooms full of deranged people. These adults, ranging in age from his own eighteen years to what he thought of as near death, were all strangers, and they had dippy, intense smiles on their faces, as if they were brainwashed or something. The ones who noticed him looking offered him a friendly glance. Hurriedly, Raymond turned his stare away, feeling miserably uncomfortable and wishing he was anywhere else than wasting a Saturday night in an auditorium full of strangers. He was an adult now, in control of his life, right? Wrong. Here he was, following orders. His grandmother said he needed to expand his horizons. That was the last thing Ray was thinking of. He had one precious summer left before starting college. He didn't have a clue as to why Grandma Eustatia thought he ought to come. She didn't tell him a thing about the organization except to suggest strongly that it was in his best interest to join up.

He had a strenuous day job as a gardener's assistant for the city. In the evenings he ought to be out hanging around with his friends, or seeing his girlfriend, or something fun, not significant. At least there were other black people here.

At the back of the hall, an old organ stung a churchlike chord.

"When we listen to the dreams of children

"It's our task to make them come true."

What? Ray looked around at the people singing, and wondered if he could still get out before anyone jumped him and fed him whatever it was these folks were buzzed on.

"Joyful wonderworking is our forte

"Granting wishes is what we do."

A short, plump man with a round face standing next to him noticed that he wasn't singing. He obligingly extended toward Raymond the creased sheet of paper he was reading from, holding it between them so they could share. Ray tilted his head slightly for thanks. He still didn't sing, since he didn't know the tune, but he followed along.

"Fairy godmothers, use your magic wisely,

"Heart and head should have equal pull

"To keep them on the path to their future.…"

Hokey as hell, he thought. What am I doing here? Well, he knew why he was sitting there in his best shirt, pants, and tie. It would take a stronger mind than his to go and tell his grandmother Eustatia Green he hadn't stayed where she'd told him to, so he'd stay. He wouldn't like it, though.

"… Every child deserves one miracle!"