The Sorcery Club
by Elliott O'Donnell
Publication date 2017-11-18
Usage Public Domain Mark 1.0Creative Commons Licensepublicdomain
Topics librivox, audiobooks, fantasy, San Francisco, supernatural, Atlantis, sorcery
LibriVox recording of The Sorcery Club by Elliott O'Donnell.
Read in English by Don W. Jenkins
Leon Hamar and his friends were out-of-work and starving in San Francisco after the firm they worked for went out of business. Leon acquired a strange book and some cash in a trade for his watch-chain, one of his last posessions. He hated books and had no intention of reading the thing, but of course did, and discovered that it told the tale of Atlantis and the society of sorcerers who inhabited it. It not only told the story, but also gave specific instructions for initiation into the black arts. The friends decided they had little to lose and perhaps much to gain, even survival, if they underwent the tests and initiation into the ancient Atlantean black arts. What followed was not, perhaps, what they expected. - Summary by Don W. Jenkins.
chapter one of the sorcery club by elliot o'donnell this is a librivox recording all librivox recordings are in the public domain recording by don w jenkins for more information and to find out how you can volunteer please visit librivox.org chapter one how they first heard of atlantis rain is responsible for a great deal more than the mere growth of vegetables it is a controller if a somewhat capricious controller of man's destiny it was mainly if not entirely owing to rain that the french lost the battle of agancourt whilst if i mistake not confucius alone knows how many victories have been snatched from the chinese by the same factor it was most certainly rain that drove leon hamar to take refuge in a second-hand book shop were so deep-rooted was his aversion to any literature saving a financial gazette or the stock and shares column of a daily that nothing would have induced him to get within touching distance of a book save the risk of a severe wedding now to his unutterable disgust he found himself surrounded by the things he loathed books ancient very ancient judging by their bindings and modern histories biographies novels and magazines anything from ten dollars to five cents and all are raid with most laudable tact according to their bulk and condition but hamar was neither to be tempted nor multiplied he frowned at one and all alike and the colossal edition of miss somebody or others poems that by reason of its magnificent cover of crimson and gold occupied a most prominent position met with the same vindictive reception as the tattered and torn volumes of hoodie ears stowed away in an obscure corner backing still further into the entrance of the store for a better protection from the rain which now falling heavier and heavier was blown in by the wind hammar collided with a stand of books with the result that one of them fell with a loud bang on the pavement a man evidently the owner of the store and unmistakably a jew instantly appeared picking up the book and wiping it with a dirty handkerchief he thrust it at hammar see he said you have damaged this property of mine you must either buy it or give me adequate compensation what a mark right compensation for such rubbish is that why all your books together are not worth five dollars even i've seen twice as many sold at a sale for half that amount you can't chew me the two men eyed each other quizzically perhaps the owner of the store observed slowly perhaps some of your ancestors were once yiddish in which case there ought to be a bond of sympathy between us you may have that book for a nickel what no your cheeks are hollow your fingers thin a nickel is too much for you i will take your chain in exchange and leave me the watch hamar retorted with a grim smile you are a philanthropist not a store keeper i should leave you nothing you left there's no watch there see and he...