Rachel Lawson's The Magicians Podcast

"We are not fake anythings!" said Lance."I could debate that with you," said Blake."Where is the ghost?" Blake said changing the subject."Now I have a ghost and a grim reaper in my lounge room!" said Lance infuriated."Grand Reaper? What's that?" the ghost asked."Another name for a couch potato!" Lance hissed,"Dork why you shouting," said Junior walking in the room."Oh, he's no bother, he has good taste! Anyone who likes Neighbours is alright with me" Blake said."You sure this isn't The Munsters!" Blake asked."I want to watch this!" said the ghost standing up."Quit it stop using the voice let him watch this!" Blake said."He is a ghost he shouldn't be watching soapies!" said Lance."Dork!” snapped Junior in protest.

Not for kids.Memory is fragile. Magic is not. When Emperor‑Sorcerer Fred takes a catastrophic fall, he wakes with no memory of who he is — or why he’s dressed like Napoleon. What follows is a spiralling, gothic comedy of mistaken identity, forbidden longing, family secrets, and supernatural consequences.As Fred’s bewildered family scrambles to hide his amnesia from an empire that must never know, he stumbles into a far more dangerous truth: he is in love with a woman who should be impossible for him to love — because she is already his wife… just married to a younger version of himself.Time travel, immortality, reapers, romance, and a mind reset gone terribly wrong collide in this darkly whimsical tale where nothing is what it seems, and every dream is just another castle in the sky.Step into a world where the dead revive, the living panic, and love refuses to obey the rules of time.

A micro poem reading

Welcome to The MagiciansWhere the stage is real, the magic is dangerous, and the dead never wait their turnEvery universe begins somewhere. For The Magicians, it began on a stage — a simple magic show that refused to stay simple. A tuxedo, a top hat, a few tricks… and then the truth slipped out. The magician was a sorcerer. His assistant was undead. The ghost in the wings wanted an autograph. And the Grim Reaper was waiting backstage for paperwork.From that first chaotic performance, a world was born.A world where illusion and reality blur. Where necromancers moonlight as entertainers. Where vampires argue about bureaucracy. Where telepathy is casual conversation. Where the dead interrupt shows because they “heard you talk to ghosts.” Where the afterlife is literally in someone’s backyard.This is the heart of The Magicians: a blend of comedy, supernatural drama, stagecraft, and the kind of magical mishaps that only happen when the living, the dead, and the undead all think they’re the star of the show.Every story that followed — the musical tales, the concert‑dramas, the cosmic adventures — grew from this first spark. This is where the curtain first rose. This is where the magic began.If you want, I can also craft a short tagline to sit right under the title on your site.

A song by Rachel Lawson

part of my time machine musical

The end of the Traveller in time song

A song on the Time Machine by H. G. Wells by Rachel Lawson

A song from A traveller in time