M. N. Jolley

My name is Levi and I swear I didn’t kill her. Sure, I was the only person found at the scene of the crime, and maybe her blood was literally on my hands, but I can explain all that. I’m a journalist writing for Kansas City’s magical community....

It’s not every day that a whistleblower shows up and drops a satchel full of damning documents in my lap. Photographs, audits, and reports, all showing willful wrongdoing by a major magical manufacturer; everything a journalist could ever want for a front page story.

Maggie Cartwright never expected to find herself as a mercenary, never mind one facing an apocalyptic threat the world hasn’t seen in living memory. A solitary auto mechanic and a smith by trade, she’s more comfortable making blades than using them.

Even when I’m not chasing kidnappers, I don’t keep normal hours. I’m a journalist; late nights, burnt coffee, and energy potions come with the territory....

Bladesmith, mechanic, hive queen, godslayer: Maggie Cartwright has a résumé few can match, but nothing could have prepared the elf for her latest role: master to a reckless and overeager apprentice.