Fire of the Sorceress

<p><strong>After 900 years you'd think I'd have cleaned this place up.</strong></p><p><br></p><p>Believe me I've tried and the only thing I've achieved in protecting the balance between magical and mundane is massive burnout.</p><p><br></p><p>My magic has waned my motivation is in embers and my social graces are... let's just say they're lacking.</p><p><br></p><p>Not helping at all is my ex the servant of Death binding me to existence. The man I crave with every breath but whose presence in my life risks losing him forever.</p><p><br></p><p>I'm ready to swear off this world. But when a blood mage with troubling ambitions sets his sights on the city's covens the voices of my past refuse to let me sit by and do nothing.</p><p><br></p><p>To stop him I'll need to dust off decades of indifference gather whatever allies I haven't driven away and tap into my forgotten power.</p><p><br></p><p>It's time to remind myself what I'm capable of. The monsters better start trembling.</p>