It takes less power than people think to summon a demon. Far less. With the proper protections in place, that doesn’t seem like a bad thing. After all, you can force them to do things. Make you rich. Gorgeous. I’ve heard that most magic users think about doing it at least once in their life. Too bad it takes exponentially more power to create those proper protections than it takes to do the summoning to begin with.
Can you see the problem there?
My name’s Mia, and I didn’t know that little tidbit. I was born without magic. All of my friends were. Or so I thought. The last thing I remember is going to a friend’s house to study for finals. I remember arriving. Then…nothing.
Until now.
The me that I was for eighteen years no longer exists. I’m twenty-one, and three years have passed. Three years while my body walked and talked and murdered its way through everyone I’ve ever known and loved. Family. Friends. Neighbors. People I knew in stores.
All the while, I was dead.
And now I’m reborn, with the marks of those three years on my body. I’m in a world that will hate me on sight, and yet I have to go on.
How can I do that, when I’m thrown away into one of the most violent cities in the US? I have a city filled with people willing to kill for scraps of food. I have The Council willing to kill me for what my body did while I was gone. And I have growing powers inside of me that I don’t understand.
It seems that everything is stacked against me from the start.
It’s up to me to learn to live this new life. To learn to live with these rebirth marks telling everyone who and what I am. To learn to live with these new powers surging and growing. Overcoming all of those won’t be easy, but I have to try.
After all, death didn’t stop me, so how hard can it be?
Genre: Urban Fantasy
Can you see the problem there?
My name’s Mia, and I didn’t know that little tidbit. I was born without magic. All of my friends were. Or so I thought. The last thing I remember is going to a friend’s house to study for finals. I remember arriving. Then…nothing.
Until now.
The me that I was for eighteen years no longer exists. I’m twenty-one, and three years have passed. Three years while my body walked and talked and murdered its way through everyone I’ve ever known and loved. Family. Friends. Neighbors. People I knew in stores.
All the while, I was dead.
And now I’m reborn, with the marks of those three years on my body. I’m in a world that will hate me on sight, and yet I have to go on.
How can I do that, when I’m thrown away into one of the most violent cities in the US? I have a city filled with people willing to kill for scraps of food. I have The Council willing to kill me for what my body did while I was gone. And I have growing powers inside of me that I don’t understand.
It seems that everything is stacked against me from the start.
It’s up to me to learn to live this new life. To learn to live with these rebirth marks telling everyone who and what I am. To learn to live with these new powers surging and growing. Overcoming all of those won’t be easy, but I have to try.
After all, death didn’t stop me, so how hard can it be?
Genre: Urban Fantasy
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