Hazel Thorne makes an effort to keep quiet and not make waves. After all, she can't mention the strange things she sees if she doesn't say anything, right? After all, what she is seeing can't be real. She knows lawn gnomes aren't spearfishing in the city ponds and tiny blue men aren't using mouse skin robes for concealment as they sneak down alleyways. She tells herself they aren't real, but the list of can't be real is growing and something is changing.
She could feel it in her bones.
She just isn't certain what to do about it until a shape shifting cat tries to warn her of impending danger. Magic is real and someone is stalking those with magic in their blood, draining them of power and life. Can Hazel survive to use her magic or will she be listed among the fallen?
