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 so wrong about everything.


I was wrong about who I was protecting and why. I was wrong about who and what I could control. And I was wrong about who I was becoming.


Baker of cupcakes, maker of trinkets, half-witch, half-dragon, dowser, alchemist . . .


Why couldn't I just be Jade?