There's nothing practical about magic-which is why I ditched my wand years ago.
Thirteen years, to be exact.
The day I left Silverlake.
Except now, a family emergency has called me back home, and quite frankly, I'd rather be anywhere but here.
But when my aunt raises her wand to cure a friend and he ends up dead, it becomes abundantly clear I'm not leaving anytime soon.
Welcome to Silverlake, a place where nothing is EVER as it seems... and where a witch can find, and lose, a lot more than herself