A year ago I woke up in the smoldering ruins of my apartment. No burns. No cuts or bruises. No memory of what the heck happened.
Then, a guy centuries beyond his expiration date dumps another bucket of weird on me. Turns out, most of the things I thought were merely myths are real — and I’m one of them. An Heir.
It’s not what you’d think. No trust fund. No deed to a charming fixer-upper. Just a crazy story and a front row seat to an eternal war.
I’d call bs on it but for the magic. Cool, right? Yeah, sure, until a diabolical douche starts playing puppet master with mortal souls and that magic puts me in the thick of it. But as the saying goes, with great power comes a whole lotta trouble — or something like that.
So, with earthly authorities in over their heads and unearthly ones screwing around with their own agenda, it’s up to me to stop it. My only chance is embracing my heritage at whatever the cost. Because if I fail, the city will become a demonic Ellis Island… then the sulfur will really hit the fan.