Artifacts, Dragons, and Other Lethal Magic

I wasn't even remotely interested in collecting the third instrument of assassination. It was far better for everyone involved - and Warner, specifically - if I just let it be. And since I was the only one who could retrieve the artifacts, I figured it was my call to make.

I was wrong. And while that wasn't unusual, I was just so wrong about everything. I was wrong about whom I was protecting and why. I was wrong about whom and what I could control. And I was wrong about whom I was becoming. Baker of cupcakes, maker of trinkets, half witch, half dragon, dowser, alchemist. Why couldn't I just be Jade?


Genre: Urban Fantasy