When I'm not digging holes or squinting at really old things, I write books about time travel, magic, and people who save the world.
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"I might never have the ability to move earth and I certainly couldn’t speak to plants. But death. Blood. Violence. Those were the magics I dealt in."
Assassin Saia is the spectre that enacts justice for the god of death. But when her brother vows to thwart her next kill—their estranged Uncle—Saia must risk crossing blades with her brother or it’ll be two names the god requires.