Fire of the Sorceress

After 900 years, you'd think I'd have cleaned this place up. Believe me, I've tried, and the only thing I've achieved in protecting the balance between magical and mundane is massive burnout. My magic has waned, my motivation is in embers, and my social graces are… let's just say they're lacking. 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. 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. 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. It's time to remind myself what I'm capable of. The monsters better start trembling.