Inheritance

Born a serf. Chosen by magic. The lowly will rise.

I was meant to die in the fields—underfed, underpaid, breaking my back to keep my family alive.

Then she came.

All glitter and menace, the magician strutted into the tavern and asked for me by name. Now I’m on the run with a scroll that reads itself, chasing a vanished mage’s staff and a tower lost in time.

I thought magic was for monsters—nightmares whispered around hearth fires. Turns out, I’m heir to the most feared magic of sorcery.

And...