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 ...