The Sorcerer Of Mandala
By: Kalyanaraman Durgadas

Long, long ago or just a year ago – depending on when you read this – the Astu Devas wake up and grant the absurd wishes of two citizens of Orum, leaving the town isolated from the rest of civilization.
It is now up to Vikram, his reluctant fiancée Ponni, and his friends, Kalla, a thief, and Bana, an aspiring playwright, to steal a fabled blood jewel and save Orum. Oh, did we mention the jewel hangs around the neck of the demonic goddess, Rakta Katteri, guarded by her devotee, the terrifying Sorcerer of Mandala?

First, they have to to rescue a bunch of intrepid women from the clutches of the three-headed demon, Trisiras. Then they have to face the ordeals of the dreaded gates of Mandala, set by the sorcerer. Will Vikram and others be upto it? Will Orum be saved?

  • Through the front door, you could see the other end a hundred meters away, right into the Street of Sundry Wastrels, a street that housed playwrights, authors, poets and critics of various descriptions.
  • I don’t have a name. I fancy the name Chetak. That’s a horse on which you can go on adventures and rescue princesses — slim ones in distress, that is…
  • Even while seated, the Brahmarakshas’ head was level with Vikram’s. The creature had wrapped its thick muscular tail around the tree trunk twice, with its end dangling from a branch.
  • Kalla took his shirt off and jumped into the water. “WAIT! THOSE FROGS ARE POISONOUS!” shouted Madavi even as she realized that it was too late.