Black magic is consuming my city, and I’m the lucky one who gets to stop it.It’s not like I have a choice. One moment, I’m living my life, using my limited magical skills to round up rogue sprites and restless ghosts for the Bounty Hunters Guild. The next, I’m being kidnapped by a smoking-hot, sword-wielding, warrior-man and dumped in front of an elder god.Things didn’t get any better after that. It might have been my fault. Maybe telling a god that he isn’t very good at his job wasn’t the best way to make a first impression. Of course, when that job is ‘Warden of a supermax prison of paranormal perps located under Mount Olympus’, maybe he shouldn’t have let one escape in the first place. I’m fairly certain that most people would agree with me. Maybe just not with the way I said it.Now hunky sword-man and I have been tasked with tracking down and catching the magical miscreant, before he brings my city to its knees. To that end, I’ve been made stronger, my magic increased. As if I needed that. The last time I had access to more magic, I accidentally bound the spirit of my deceased grandmother to my housecat. Hopefully things go better second time around. As for my sword-wielding sidekick? Well, he has his sword, I guess, though he refuses to draw it. What a pair we make.I didn’t volunteer for the job, but this is my city, and I’m not going down without a fight.

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