D-Nine: Protectors of the Crown

Author

Magus Tor

Author Bio

A doctor by day and game designer (and writer) by night, Magus Tor hopes to be able to turn the tables and become a game designer by day and doctor by night! He has written four books despite English being his not-so-favourite subject at school. Magus Tor enjoys writing because it is fun putting the fantasy he has in his crazy mind into words others can read and share. He started writing in 2008 as a challenge to himself, because English was his worst subject in his schooling years, and writing wasn’t his forte at all. He completed his first book New Dawn with the help of friends and colleagues in 2008. After that, there were two years of silence as his busy life caught up with him. In 2010, he managed to complete his second book titled D-Nine, based on a playing card game he designed himself. Later in 2012, he finished writing his third book called The Phantom of Misery Sea and got it published in 2013.

Description

What if you wake up one day and find out that you are of the opposite Gender?

Dr. James Khoo has a problem with migraine, or so he thought. During one severe attack, he fainted and woke up in the body of a medieval princess from the world of Edonia. He thinks that it is just a dream but soon realises that it isn’t. Just as he adapts to the new body, the real problem has just started as he finds out that this pretty young girl is hunted by a crazy bunch of assassins who would not give up until she is buried 6 feet under. He travels between the two worlds, trying to keep both of them alive but only to discover the truth that causes him an even bigger headache.

Book excerpt

A strong hug woke me up, squeezing hard onto my chest, causing a slight asphyxia. It was from a regally-dressed girl in her early twenties. She was a quite a beauty to behold. It was definitely a nice change of pace, having a hug from such a babe. Was she my wife in this dream? That would be really nice, to say goodbye to my bachelorhood. A smile spread across the face.

“I am so worried about you, Sarabeth,” she said.

Pushing her aside, I said, “Wha . . . what did you just call me? Who is Sarabeth?”

“Her Royal Highness is suffering from confusion,” a silver-haired man in a blue robe commented, “a likely residual from the head injury. Your Majesty.”

“Wait, wait, time out. What are you guys talking about? I am not suffering from confusion. My name is James, James Khoo. I am a doctor and I work in the Singapore General Hospital.”

A finger touched my lips. “Shh.” The lady smiled. “You are home. Take your time and recover.” She gave another strong hug, leaving me utterly speechless.

When the entourage left, words were still not able to form. Shock had overwhelmed my neurons. Who am I, really? Is this a dream or is all that I remember a dream?

Moments passed while I sat on the bed, staring into the emptiness. Two maids remained in the room. They stood at the corner, motionlessly. “May I have a mirror, please?” The words croaked out from my quivering mouth. I just realized that it they were in a voice I did not recognize. One of the maids walked to the dressing table and brought back a mirror.

It was a terrible mistake. The reflection was not the one that I had expected. It was a face that I failed to recognise. The image of a blond teenager with straight, long hair like corn silk would have been a pleasing sight before, but not right now. Not when it was my reflection. I threw the mirror to the end of the bed and buried my face in the pillow. Tears of confusion and fear flowed uncontrollably, emotions just overwhelmed me.

I stayed like that, sobbing in bed, for what seemed like ages, until the pressure in my bladder grew too great to be ignored. Then, at last, I ventured to look up where the maids had stood. Only one of them was still there – a mousy girl of about twenty. “Um, hi,” I said.

She curtsied.

“What’s your name?” I asked.

“Cateline, Your Highness.”

“Did I know you before, Cateline?”

“Yes, Your Highness.”

“I’m afraid I really don’t remember anything,” I said. “Not even – look, where’s the bathroom?”

“I can run a bath for you, Your Highness,” Cateline said shyly. “Only, I’m not sure the Royal Physician would like it. He said you should stay in bed.”

“I mean a toilet,” I clarified. “A loo. A men’s – I mean, a ladies’ room.”

Cateline only looked at me blankly.

“I have to pee,” I said bluntly. “No? Urinate? Piss? Look, you know what happens when you drink a lot of liquid and have to expel it?”

I could see the light dawning on Cateline’s face. “The chamber pot is under your bed, Your Highness. Let me assist you –”

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