I’m glad to see you have embraced writing. Sometimes you need to see the story through to the end, even if you aren’t happy with it. Good luck in your writing.

Here is a quick little excerpt from what I call Chapter III, The Genie’s Bottle.

Abram looked thoughtfully at his finger nails, thinking, and then lifted the sea-blue eyes to the group, he was deliciously conscious of Staza; the sweet scent of her still pungent in his senses.

“Good evening all, I am Abram Shawa, and I come from a long line of genies.”

A few of them sniggered again. Abram smiled indulgently, waiting for the mirth to pass. Staza lifted her eyes from the laptop, her scrolling finger came to a halt. To say that she looked, excited, would be an overstatement. Her face was completely blank, not a quiver of expression betrayed what her eyes hid.
Abram did not fail to recognize that he had her attention. He was in tune with the spirit world she emanated from. In fact, his words so carefully uttered had been intended for just such a response from the mysterious woman he now claimed in his own mind as his sorceress. She was perfect.

“My job here is to help each of you with your quest. As you can see from my treasures, I have truly been around the world and back. The amber comes from the sea near the islands of my boyhood, the woven cloth from the shops in the market on the streets of my parent’s birth, in the near East. The wand I fashioned from willow and the crystal mines found in the United States. And the small vial, well, well, of course, my wife lives in that little bottle.