Vampires. Shifters. Fae. Mages. This ain’t the New York City you know… 

Aspen is a Norm. A non-magic. A human. And in the magically hidden boroughs of New York City, that’s a quick way to wind up dead. Or worse. So instead of magic, Aspen relies on her skills as a thief to stay alive.

She didn’t plan to get caught stealing from Lucien Dunadine, one of the strongest members on the Council of Mages. 

She really didn’t plan on him blackmailing her into being his apprentice. 

But with the Council demanding Lucien present a candidate for a competition to become their newest Mage, neither one of them has much choice.

Now something sinister is going down in the magical boroughs. Supernaturals are winding up dead and mysteriously, impossibly, drained of magic. If Isak, Aspen’s handsome, aggravating opponent in the competition, doesn’t kill her first, the two of them just might be able to figure out who’s behind the murders before an ancient evil is unleashed.

Welcome to the boroughs. Let the magic begin.


Chapter One—The Fire of Memory

            On the day her parents were murdered, Aspen discovered ice cream.

Brune, her mom and dad’s best friend, had gone with her to the shop. He’d taken her down the cobblestone streets of Ember’s Landing—one of the magically hidden boroughs of Manhattan—toward where they had just begun selling the frozen treat, imported from the Norms.

Norms. Aspen hated the word. Non-magic folk. Humans. Weaklings. Like her, Aspen darkly reminded herself, even though her mom and dad had told her not to think of herself that way; because even Norms had a place among the boroughs, they said.

Even if no one else in the magical community thought so.

“I heard the ice cream tastes like heaven,” Brune said in that low, slow way of his. “And it’s cold like, the tu—tun…like the tun—”

“The tundra?” Aspen guessed.

Brune’s face lit up with a smile that cut through his thick black beard. He beamed down at her, the edges of his eyes crinkling. “Yes, the tundra.”

Though he was an adult, Aspen didn’t mind Brune coming with her. She loved him as much as she loved her parents, and he loved her just as much in return. He always carried trinkets from his shop deep in his pockets where his fingers were too big to reach, but Aspen’s tiny ones could. Gears and tiny vials and scraps of spell paper. He always swung her around over his head whenever she asked, even when her parents thought it was too dangerous. He didn’t treat her like she was seven, but an actual adult. That’s what Aspen liked most of all.

So, no, she didn’t mind him coming with her. But she knew why he did. Ember’s Landing, where they lived, was one of the safest magical boroughs in New York. But even ‘safe’ in Ember’s Landing didn’t mean ‘safe’ if your family were the only Norms allowed. Even being a liaison (the word tasted funny on Aspen’s tongue, almost like lasagna) between the magical world and the few Norms who knew about it didn’t protect them completely. Most supernatural beings didn’t like them there, even if they helped keep the magical world hidden and bring in Norm things. They’d had threats to her family. The djinn, of course. A few Fae. Some of the Vamps promised to run them out, or worse. Aspen knew what they could do, even if her parents hadn’t wanted her to. She’d seen those long, sharp fangs, and the glowing red hunger in their eyes the few rare times she’d spied a Vamp close to sun down. Norms didn’t belong in the boroughs, they said. Norms were just a reminder of why the magical community lived in secret in the first place.  

But nobody would bother her today. Nobody messed with Brune. Not the Vamps, not the wraiths or shifters. Aspen bet even the all-powerful Mages would keep their distance.

Nobody wanted trouble with a giant, not even a half one.

They turned down another street. The cramped, balcony-studded houses were squeezed on either side of them like a set of mismatched teeth. The stone they were made of wasn’t like the rest of New York, built of metal and glass. This was older stuff, stained black and scuffed smooth by years of use. The magical boroughs were all built a little differently, but they were almost always the oldest part of any city.

“Magical folk, different folk, were always congregating together, even in the early days,” her mother had said. “Before most anyone else, really. There’s safety in numbers, after all.”

“Safety from what?” Aspen had asked. She knew that, as much as the different races distrusted each other, they distrusted humans more. “Norms can’t hurt them. They have magicand claws and stuff.”

“We Norms have numbers,” her father said, tussling her hair. “Only a small number of us know of the supernatural world, but if word were to get out…Not even magic can stand up to so many weapons. Or our fear of the unknown. Those are enough to make even something as strong as a Mage or necromancer afraid.”

But as much as the magical communities said they disliked Norms, Aspen noted that they sure did their best to copy them. As they crossed a wide, fountain-filled courtyard, she saw stores carrying Norm clothing lines—a few her parents had suggested they bring in—as well as espresso bars and electronic shops. Even taco trucks had been parked alongside the butchers and blacksmiths, both nestled within gothic-style buildings. It was as if the borough couldn’t make up its mind on what it wanted to be. It was a strange dynamic. One Aspen loved.

What she did not love was being the odd one out.

She heard laughing to her left. In the lip of the alleyway they’d passed was a small gang of kids a little older than her. Aspen tried to ignore them as she passed. She saw one of the girls whisper something to a boy. She pointed at Aspen and they both snickered. Another boy, one a little older with faint, claw-like tattoos running up the left side of his face, followed Aspen with his eyes as she passed. The girl said something to him too. He didn’t smile.

Aspen jerked her head away, face flaming.

“Are you all right?” Brune rumbled.

“I’m fine.” She reached up to slip her hand in his.

They finally found the ice cream shop just off the square, between an apothecary and a shop full of knick-knacks. Some sort of off-tune music was coming from inside the knick-knack shop. It made Aspen’s head hurt. 

“Look at the line!” she said despairingly when they stopped in front of the ice cream place. It seemed the entire population of Ember’s Landing had come for the grand opening. She saw Vamps, their hooded eyes and milk-white skin obscured by dark, long-sleeved clothing and sunglasses. Beside them was the magic shimmer of one of the Fae; even a djinn, though they didn’t wander from their own boroughs into another’s very often. This ice cream stuff must have been amazing.

“We can wait,” Brune said patiently, taking a spot at the back of the line.

“Why can’t they just go into the city and get it themselves?” Aspen demanded. “Mom and Dad take me all the time!”

“Some of us can’t blend in as well as you can,” Brune said.

Aspen gazed up at his towering figure. It nearly blocked out all the sunlight above her, casting her in shade.

“Oh. Right.”

“Besides, your parents worked hard to get things like this into Ember’s Landing.”

Aspen kicked at a cigarette butt. “I guess...”

A figure a few spots ahead turned back to them. Aspen shivered as his ice-blue eyes hit her. Its jaw hung limply from the rest of its skull, distended almost, able to unhinge to accommodate its monstrous appetite. She could see flecks of corrosive saliva in its rotting mouth as it gave her a toothy smile.

“Would the little girl like my spot?” It rasped.

The shade covering Aspen shifted as Brune stepped a little in front of her. She huddled behind the flaps of his jacket.

“Back off, ghoul,” Brune growled.

“Just a small taste of her life force,” the ghoul wheedled. “That’s all, just a tiny bit. She’s young and ripe…she’s got plenty.”

“Ghoul…” Brune’s voice rose to a warning pitch. A couple of wolf-shifters nearby glanced over in alarm.

“It’s okay, Brune.” Aspen gently tugged on his arm as the ghoul quickly swiveled back around. “It’s okay, really. It’s not going to hurt me.”

But now others had noticed them. Noticed her. She could see their eyes narrow, lips curling into sneers. She could imagine their thoughts: Magic-less. Human. Weak. Prey.

After an eternity, they reached the front of the line. Aspen ordered two scoops of mint-raspberry in a cone. Brune couldn’t decide so he got the same, the cone looking ridiculously tiny clutched in his sausage-like fingers. Aspen helped him retrieve some lumps of gold from his pocket to pay.

“Only dollars now,” the bored clerk said, pushing the gold back toward them.

Brune slowly blinked at him. “What?”

“Dollars? Cents? Norm currency?” the clerk said, more warily this time, perhaps noting Brune’s agitation and realizing this customer wasn’t just some annoyed imp he could brush off.


“Ember’s Landing’s phasing out old payments. Gold, spells, debts, threats, the works. Mage Shimshar’s already done it with the Fae over in the Courts.” He held up his hands. “Not my policy, dude. Just the way things are going.”

“My parents gave me money, Brune,” Aspen said. She handed him the dollars and helped him clumsily flatten out the crumpled bills and hand them to the clerk. The clerk exchanged them and handed the change back to Brune.

“Thank you—”

“We get more back,” Aspen insisted. She grabbed the money from Brune and counted it. “We get more.”

“Whoops,” the clerk muttered. He hurriedly handed Brune the rest before Brune and Aspen shuffled back out to the street and took a seat on the curb near an alleyway.

“Thanks,” Brune said. “The tiny numbers…I can’t see them very well…It’s not that I don’t know how to count…they’re tiny…”

“No problem,” Aspen said. “I’ve got your back.”

Brune beamed.

They tried the ice cream. Aspen closed her eyes in delight as the cold treat filled her tongue. Sweet. Buttery, almost. It was heaven. It was perfect.

“Aw…too little.” Brune was staring glumly at his empty fingers. Apparently one lick had been enough to finish his off. Aspen gave him the rest of hers. After another lick Brune stomped off to wash his hands in the square’s fountain. Aspen stood and brushed her pants off, trying to remember the taste of mint, the coolness of the ice cream, the—

Someone shoved her.

She hit the concrete hard, half her face splashing in a rancid puddle. Her palms stung where she’d scraped them.

“It’s the Norm!” Someone cackled gleefully.

Aspen picked herself up, wincing at her bleeding knee. They’d come from the alleyway and surrounded her, the boys and girls she’d seen before. She was trapped now, out of sight of the rest of the street. Angry eyes pinned her in place; clenched fists were held at the ready.

“What are you doing here, Norm?” one of the gangly boys said. He pushed her as she stumbled up, but Aspen caught herself before she fell again. “What are you doing in our part of the city?”

“I live here,” Aspen said.

Live here?” Another girl screeched. “You can’t live here!”

“She means in the gutter,” another girl said. She kicked water at Aspen who brushed it off, determined not to cower from them.

“Not in the gutter!” Aspen said. “My parents—”

“Are Norms,” the gangly boy said. He pushed her again. As she hit the ground, Aspen saw the tattoo-faced boy from earlier. He was standing against the wall of the alleyway, partly in the shadows, arms crossed and watching her. Watching to see what she’d do next.

“I’m just like you!” Aspen protested, standing and facing them again. “I live here too!”

“You’re nothing like us,” one of the girls said. She held out her hand. “Can you do this?”

A small, magic-powered flame flared to life in her hand. For a second, Aspen was mesmerized as it flickered back and forth. Magic. Real magic. She’d never envied any of the magical inhabitants for their natural abilities. Not their shifting or enhanced speed or glamour. She’d never cared. Never in her life. Except for those who could wield magic. She had always wanted to do that.

“Well? Can you?” the girl demanded, thrusting the flame closer to Aspen so that she was forced to back away.

“I…no. I can’t.”

“Or this?” One of the boys shifted so that his face turned into a wolf’s.

“No, but—”

“Or this?” Leathery wings sprouted from another boy’s back. 

“No, I can’t do any of that, but—”

“You’re useless.”

A shove.

“A nobody!”

Another shove.

“I’m not use—stop pushing me! Stop it—”

Aspen whirled around, bringing her arm up. She felt her fist connect with the witch-girl’s face, felt the skin of her knuckles split over her cheekbone.

The witch girl collapsed. The others—Aspen included—stood stunned for a moment, watching the witch girl pick herself up. Her face was blotched purple with rage and a worsening bruise. She summoned another ball of magic, and this time there was nothing mesmerizing about it.

“You filthy little cockroach! How dare you touch me!”

Aspen crouched, ready to defend herself. Her pulse thumped in her ears. Every ache and pain on her body was there, but sharp, focused.

The witch girl pulled back her arm and started to throw. It jerked to a stop.

“Enough, Eve,” the boy with the tattoo on his face said.

“But—But she—” the witch girl said. 

The boy squeezed her wrist and she gasped. Her magic sputtered out.

“I said enough. The giant’s coming back.”

Sure enough, Aspen felt the rumbling beneath her feet at Brune’s approach. It sounded more frantic than normal. Maybe he’d heard the commotion? Maybe somebody else had seen them?

The other kids scattered, all except the tattooed boy who lingered a moment longer. Aspen wiped the blood off her chin, feeling his gaze burning on her.

“What are you looking at?” she spat, glaring at him. He didn’t flinch.

“You should get out of here. Out of Ember’s Landing. You don’t belong.”

“You can’t make me leave!”

“I’m serious. You’ll end up dead. Or worse.”


She could still see the reflection of his eyes in the dark as they backed down the alleyway, before vanishing all together. Aspen wiped another smear of blood off her cheek and went back to the street. Brune nearly crashed into her as he came to a lumbering stop. He was panting, his eyes wild. He glanced down at her, his eyes barely skimming over her cuts, then said,

“Fire! At your parents’ house!”

He pointed over his shoulder. There, across the rooftops, right where she and her parents lived, thick smoke was rising.


“Aspen, wait!”

Even with her tiny legs, Aspen swiftly left Brune behind, sprinting as fast as she could, as fast as she ever had before. Her arms pumped. Her heart threatened to burst in her chest. Her feet practically flew over the concrete and cobblestone.

Halfway there she took a shortcut through a little hole in the plywood on the side of a condemned building. She flew up the rickety staircase and onto some scaffolding. Here, she was able to tiptoe along the drain spouts and gutters at the edge of the roofs above.

Aspen knew this route—knew dozens of routes like these—by heart. Hours of exploring in the winding back alleyways and secluded pockets of Ember’s Landing had given her a more intimate look at her home than someone who’d lived there three times as long.

Aspen had just reached the edge of the next roof when the smoke hit her, forcing her to cover her eyes as it grew thick in the air. She shimmied down the nearest drain sprout, scraping her knee again as she stumbled into the street. The brief pain was quickly masked by the stinging in her eyes. The smoke was thinner down here but already her head was hazy from breathing it in.

She rounded the corner and halted, forced to shield her face from the intense heat.

Her parents had been lucky enough to own their townhouse outright, purchasing one squeezed between a couple others like it on either side. It had been a narrow building, three floors, high ceilings, big glass-paned windows facing the front, which Aspen had loved sitting beside during rainstorms, watching drops dribbling down them.

Now the heat from the fire had blown the glass out onto the street, scattering it like shards of ice. Almost the entire bottom floor of the house was enflamed, leaving only small gaps where she could see inside. The townhouses on either side of theirs had already caught and were quickly becoming engulfed. Fire spewed from the windows. Even from here her skin had begun to blister.

Where was everybody? She couldn’t see anyone else running away or toward it. Where were the water witches and druids? She’d even take the Norm fire department right now, even if they’d never be allowed inside the borough.

“Mom! Dad!” Aspen cried. A tremendous crack answered as something caved inside. “MOM! DAD!”

Movement, through the space in the front door still untouched by flames. It had looked like a person running upstairs—running back into the fire.



Brune’s voice was still distant but growing closer. Aspen waited for the figure to emerge from the house. She was sure any moment her parents would burst out and hug her and assure her they were fine. Why didn’t they come out? Didn’t they hear her? Maybe they couldn’t. Maybe they were trapped. Maybe they’d die soon if she didn’t help.

Before Brune could catch up, Aspen took a deep breath and rushed through the front door.

The heat outside had been nothing compared to this. The sweat coating her skin sizzled away the second she entered. Her face was seared with heat, the moisture in her mouth shriveled to dry skin. Aspen kept low to the ground and made her way to the stairs where she’d seen the figure run up. She couldn’t risk yelling. She had trouble just breathing.

She raced up the stairs to outrun the worst of the fire as it spread. Blackened walls and ash-covered floors greeted her at every turn. Aspen shuffled through smoldering carpets as she reached the second floor. Another flash of movement came from above her, up on the top floor. That was where her bedroom and her parents’ office were.

Another monstrous crack made her look up just as one of the ceiling beams came crashing down. Aspen dove out of the way as it careened past and exploded on the ground. She scrambled to her feet and began half-crawling her way up the stairs before the bulk of the flames could reach her.

Aspen’s bedroom door was open. Fire was licking its way in through the windows, peeling the posters off her wall, reducing the stuffed animals her dad had given her to nothing but beady marble eyes. Over the crackle of the rising flames below she heard movement in her parents’ office just across from her. She shoved her way inside.

Just as an explosion took out the opposite wall.

Aspen was tossed like a limp sack of flour, slamming into the bookcase on the other side of the room. Her back was in searing pain, her front prickling with heat. Thick smoke and more flames were consuming every inch of the office, inching their way toward her.

Aspen forced herself to stand. Her parents’ filing cabinets were all charred, as was most of their books; years of work consumed in seconds. The entire opposite side of the wall was gone, leaving an opening to the outside. Aspen spied a pair of bodies on the floor just beneath it.

 Her breath was sucked from her lungs. Her legs froze in place, then crumpled until she was sitting in a heap in the middle of the carpet.

No. No. It couldn’t be them. Her mind denied it even as her heart told her otherwise. Their bodies were so burned and blackened it was hard to tell, but Aspen knew. She knew even as her stomach lurched horribly and the tears falling from her eyes evaporated before they touched her cheeks.

All sensation had left her body. She was only partially aware of a figure clambering through the hole the explosion had caused. It was hard to make him out in the growing smoke, but then the flames lurched, casting him in harsh light. He was young, the top of his head smooth, his face twisted in a snarl of rage. He whipped around as he entered and raised a hand. A couple sharp bolts of red magic shot from the tips of his fingers toward somebody she couldn’t see outside. Another explosion followed a moment later.

The man finished pulling his leg through the hole and straightened up. He froze when he saw her.

“What—?” It took him a moment to realize what he was seeing before his sharp, cruel face twisted into a sneer. “A child…? Yes…yes you must be the offspring.”

He sneered again and, in the firelight, Aspen saw his eyes glitter with malice. He placed his hand against one of the desks that wasn’t completely consumed yet. It burst into flames.

You.” Aspen’s mouth was chalk dry as she spoke, her tongue shriveled to a husk. “You did this.” She stumbled to standing. “You killed them!”

Before she could think about what she was doing, she was running right at the man, fists raised. He waved a hand. A sensation like an iron arm caught Aspen in the gut. She felt a rib snap. What remained of her breath was snatched away as she was thrown back into the center of the room.

“Pathetic,” the man said as Aspen curled into a pained ball. He stood above her, the firelight painting his face orange and red. “You’re not even worth the effort it would take to kill you. I’ll let the fire do that. It will look more natural that way.”

 “I’ll—I’ll k-kill you,” Aspen wheezed. Her broken rib was stabbing into her lungs with every breath. “I-I’ll ki—”

The man knelt. He twisted Aspen’s face toward him. “Such spirit. Maybe if you’d lived you would ha—”

Another small explosion erupted over their heads. The man snarled a curse and spun away. A shimmering shield manifested in front of him, deflecting the next few blasts of magic that soared through the window. The man returned with a spell of his own and backed out of the office. 

Aspen blinked, trying to stay conscious. The smoke was thickening in her lungs. She could feel the fire growing closer. She could hear shouts now from outside. Other people had finally arrived.

Don’t mind me, her fading mind said. Just let me die. Let me—

A monstrous snap! came from overhead as another ceiling beam started to break. She could barely tilt her head to watch it careen toward her.

She wasn’t sure what happened next.

In an instant, the heat around her vanished; all noise ceased. She existed in a vacuum, like she’d been dunked completely into a deep, soothing pool. The outside world was nothing to her but a distant reality through a shimmering haze of magic. Shapes moved beyond it; the fire eating up everything around her; perhaps a shadowy smudge of movement. Maybe the shape of her parents’ murderer escaping. And then…and then…

Aspen’s world went dark.

Ten years and a lifetime later

Chapter Two—House of Troubles

This stupid job was going to get her killed.

“Are you serious? That’sthe house Hugo wants me to break into?”

Aspen drew back into cover, crouched in the alleyway across the street from the place they were supposed to hit. Then she took another peek, just to be sure she wasn’t overreacting.

Nope. The house was way, waybigger than Hugo had made it sound. An estate more than a house. Front gate, terraces, Italian-style red-tiled roof that was almost as tall as the building next to it. The entire place was a zoning infraction officer’s dream come true. And even a magic-less Norm like her—even an idiot—could tell it was just bristling with magical safeguards.

The kid Hugo had demanded she take along on this job kept twitching beside her. Aspen resisted the urge to reach over and slap him into stillness. He was named Snitch (A very, very poor choice of names right there), was four months past due on his last haircut, and had a serious allergy problem, judging by the amount of sniffling and snot dripping from his nose into the faint wisp of a mustache on his upper lip. If he didn’t have the pointed, sharp ears and delicate, almost beautiful bone structure that announced to the world he was an elf, then he could have been any other loser kid on the street.

“Back. Back up.” Aspen ushered him farther into the small alleyway between the cell phone repair shop and Italian restaurant. This Manhattan street was less frequented than some, but she’d still sprinkled a touch of Fae dust on herself from Brune’s stash. The glamour it created meant nobody would even glance her direction, and she wanted to keep it that way.

“What’s the problem?” Snitch said. He wiped his nose. It only managed to smear the snot. 

Aspen took a shallow breath, trying to calm her nerves. “The problem is Hugo didn’t specify that this was the place he wanted me to break you into. It looks like a fortress!”

Snitch’s lip twitched into a sneer. “I thought you were good.”

“I am good.” One of the best, if she wasn’t feeling particularly humble. But…

She rotated Snitch around and pointed. “What on earth does Hugo need in there so badly? And in the Norm world, too?”

Snitch shrugged his bony shoulders. “Not sure. S’not my job to ask questions, just to do as I’m told.”

“He didn’t tell you anything?”



“Look, Hugo just wants something in there,” Snitch said, his voice rising to a whine. “You know the Norm world and can get us in. So just do it already.”

Aspen eyed him for a half-minute, until the shifty little elf looked away.

“Okay. But I’m getting paid double.”

Snitch coughed like he’d choked on his snot. “Double? Hugo will never—”

“He will if he wants you in there.”

Aspen could see Snitch weighing his options: come back empty-handed (not really an option) or come back with what Hugo wanted and a slightly higher price tag. Also, he’d get to keep all his limbs intact.

While the elf debated, Aspen slumped nonchalantly against the brick, trying not to let her anxiety show, trying not to fidget. She could do this. She knew she could. But bluffing with the only job and only money they might get for a while was risky. Brune’s rent was due and Aspen knew for a fact he didn’t have the cash to cover it. Again.

Snitch continued muttering to himself.

“Going once,” Aspen said.

“Just give me a min—”

“Going twice.”

“Yes! Yes, I’ll do it. Just get me inside.”

“Smart boy,” Aspen said, patting him on the shoulder. “Follow me. Stay inconspicuous, stay quiet.”

Even with the Fae dust, Aspen pulled up the hood of her leather jacket and crossed the street. That was just being extra cautious. Nobody in this snazzy part of town would even spare a glance her way. Not a Norm, not a Supernatural. The soles of her ratty Converse had almost come loose, her socks had holes, the seams of her jeans and shirt were frayed. Even the jacket was a size too big and smelled like stale sweat and cigarettes. But it was hers. Technically. She’d stolen all of it from Goodwill (she still wasn’t sure if that was stealing or not) because she didn’t want to take any more equipment from Brune’s meager supply. Most of the clothes he stocked wouldn’t fit her anyway. He outfitted magic users, sometimes even bounty hunters and mercenaries passing through NYC on a job, all of which meant he didn’t usually stock clothes for overly skinny seventeen-year-old girls.

The only thing that would stand out about her was her hair, silver as a full moon. The one thing that (occasionally) saved her from the ridicule of the Supes. Plenty of Supe races had silver hair. Well, some, anyway, and she knew she wasn’t any of them. Unfortunately, so did most of the Supes where she lived. She’d had the color since she was born, had no idea why it was that way, and didn’t particularly care. She was who she was. She wasn’t going to let anyone tell her different.

They reached the other side of the street and kept walking past the house’s front gate. If Aspen hadn’t lived in the boroughs her entire life she might not have even noticed it. Norms couldn’t get into the magical boroughs without help, but there were still plenty of supernatural beings living on their own out in the city. That meant strict rules on when they could use magic, and how best to hide themselves. It had taken years to subtly merge the Norm and supernatural until they were parallel. But unless you knew where to look, you’d never know the difference.

Aspen scanned for a way they could get in.

“Where are the other two chumps Hugo sent with you?” she said.

“They’re around,” Snitch said. “Keeping lookout.”

Aspen snorted. “You mean being useless.”

“You know, the house was back ther—”

“This way.”

She took a sharp left, through a narrow opening between the outer wall of the house and the next building over. They shimmied between it until Aspen found a wider place to crouch. She immediately pulled out her iPod and working gloves.

“What are you doing?” Snitch said. 

“My job.” Aspen scrolled to ‘Start Me Up’ on the iPod, pressed play, and set it on the ground. She pulled back her jacket and double-checked that all her gear was accounted for. Her knife was in its sheath, powders, pastes, and grappling gun secured, guns all loaded.

“This place probably has alarm charms,” Snitch was saying. “Aren’t you going to do a countercharm?”

Aspen slipped on the gloves and then cocked an eyebrow up at him. “I would if I could.”

“If you could…” Snitch’s eyes widened in realization. “Wait,you can’t use magic?

“Have you ever heard of me?”

“I—of course I have! Tons of people have. But—”

“And have you heard I’m good?”

“Yes, but you can’t use—are you a Norm? You—Gah!”

Snitch leapt back as the iPod twitched. Eight needle-like metal legs sprouted from the back. The front screen broke apart and re-formed to make compound eyes and a single tiny camera where the bottom port had been. Music filtered out of its grainy speakers, each lyric cobbled together to say,

Lady…AspenYou look…lovely as…always.”

“Stop it, I’m blushing.” Aspen jerked her head up to the top of the wall. “Check out their defenses, Charlotte.”

The spider, Charlotte, immediately leapt onto the wall, its tiny legs digging into the stone, and scuttled up. Snitch watched it with revulsion until Aspen stood.

“If you’re scared I can’t do what I’m good at you can cancel the job. I’ll still get paid my share, so it doesn’t bother me.”

The pointy tips of Snitch’s ears flamed. “No. I just—Hugo didn’t mention what you were…”

“I don’t exactly go spreading that I’m a magic-less Norm around everywhere.”

Snitch continued staring at her for a little longer, then dropped his gaze. His reaction was milder than most. As she’d grown older, those in the magical boroughs—or in Ember’s Landing, at least—had treated her with something like grudging acceptance. She was here, and she wasn’t going anywhere. That didn’t mean they had to like it. Didn’t mean they had to treat her well. But at least most didn’t actively try to kill, maim, or steal her soul on sight.



Aspen held her arm out and Charlotte lowered herself onto it by a thin cable wire. It tilted its ‘abdomen’ up until Aspen could see the screen. A single runic symbol popped up. Three chalk-like markings sketched into an interlocking pattern.

“Huh. Pretty basic alarm charm for a place like that. Thanks, Char. Once the charms go down, get the back door unlocked for us.”

The spider bobbed an affirmation and leapt back onto the wall. Aspen held up her right hand. A wheel of different runic symbols similar to the one Charlotte had shown her were etched onto a thin sheet of magical conductive metal. Just another of her modified designs. The metal, like most of the parts for the things Aspen assembled, had been a pain in the butt to scrounge, build, or steal. But in the end, she’d wound up with an arsenal of thieving equipment even the top-trained mercenaries would be salivating to get their hands on.

Aspen turned the wheel until the symbol for the counter-charm was facing front. She did the same for the other hand and then placed them both against the wall. With no innate magical power of her own, she’d had to make sure the gloves had been charged with enough magic. But this should do it…

There was a sharp pulse of magic, shoving its way into the wall. A snap like a firecracker. The air filled with the acrid, charged stench of a broken charm. The faint shimmer of magic over the top of the wall faded.

“Go,” Aspen said to Charlotte.

The spider scuttled up the brick and vanished over the other side.

“Did you…make those yourself?” Snitch asked.

“Yes,” Aspen said. “We need to hurry. Chances are that won’t be the only charm this guy has and we need to be out before he gets back.”

Aspen easily vaulted the wall then crouched on the other side to wait and scan their surroundings while Snitch clumsily clambered after. The back garden was an insane amount of luxury space for the city. It would have been unheard of even within a magical borough. She imagined whoever this was had used some sort of expansion charm. No easy feat. It meant he was rich enough to pay for it.

Or powerful enough.

“We clear?” Snitch whispered beside her. Aspen made another visual sweep of the yard. Trimmed hedges, ornate fountains, pool full of crystal blue water. She didn’t see the telltale shimmer of magic. Despite the lack of any magical talent of her own, she’d never had trouble feeling or spotting it.

 “We’re good,” she said. “Charlotte should be almost done.”

They kept low and snuck around the outside of the hedges. Aspen scanned the ground for any other signs that there was something she’d missed. With a house this luxurious, the security was surprisingly light. Maybe they had a less subtle form of security: guard gremlins; nasty green suckers with sharp teeth you could keep in line with the promise of fresh meat. Maybe even a hellhound. Aspen shuddered as they reached the back porch. She hoped not a hellhound. She’d run into one on a job. One had been bad enough.

Charlotte had jimmied the back door open without Aspen’s help. Aspen held her hand up to keep Snitch back, then stepped forward.

“Proximity charms?”

Negative,” Charlotte answered.

“Contractual guardians?”


Aspen sighed. She loved the little machine, but it did have its limitations.

“Guess we’ll find out.” She crouched and Charlotte leapt into her hand, folding back into an iPod. She slipped it into one of the many pockets in her jacket and motioned for Snitch.

“There, you’re in. Can’t guarantee there won’t be any lovely surprises your mystery man left inside, but I’ve done my part for Hugo.”

Snitch hesitated before nodding. Then he slipped around her and slunk through the door. Aspen carefully folded up her gloves, stowed them away, and followed. She usually hung back on jobs like these, but this person—whoever they were with their ridiculous house and lack of any prior info—intrigued her.

The inside was just as immaculate as she’d imagined. Full, glass-paned windows ringed a central rotunda of white marble, an enormous skylight at the very top. An immense crystal chandelier hung directly above her. Not one, not two, but three freaking spiral staircases led from where she stood to the second-floor landing. Aspen counted half a dozen rooms just on the ground floor. 

She’d been in a lot of places to steal a lot of stuff, but this was by far the most elegant. Extravagance had been almost tossed around carelessly; gold gilded bannisters, crystal adornments on the doors, elegant paintings of Chinese dragons snaking across the walls and encircling the ground floor, marble friezes depicting mythical battles. The classiness made Aspen want to puke. Most of the other magical boroughs weren’t exactly poor, but they were nothing compared to this.

As she finished taking it all in, another twinge of nervousness festered in her gut. This was lifestyles of the rich and famous material right here. Who, exactly, was Hugo stealing from? 

While Snitch was busy rifling around in another room, Aspen took the stairs two at a time. Most of the rooms on the second floor were empty or filled with useless junk; books and dusty scrolls and artifacts that looked like they’d hold no real value if she tried to sell them on the black market. But Aspen could understand being a collector of stuff. Brune did it. Tinkering with all the mundane and magical knickknacks he brought back was how she’d learned to build most of her gear.

A loud crash came from the first floor. Aspen ran back to the balcony. Snitch was kicking pieces of a shattered vase into a corner. He glanced sheepishly up at her.

“My bad.”

“Idiot. Better find what Hugo wants fast. I leave in five.”

What? But…But can’t you check if there are any more safeguards I need to watch out for?”

“I haven’t foun—”

Aspen jerked her head up. Above her was just the chandelier and the continuation of the rotunda, another balcony bannister ringing it. She thought she’d seen a shimmer of magic, a flicker of movement. She took another look at her surroundings. Everything else seemed normal. Except…hadn’t the Chinese dragon paintings been on the ground floor?

No, she was going crazy. They were quite intricate, though, with their yellow peering eyes and snarling mouths. Quite life-like.

“I haven’t found any other charms,” she said to Snitch. “Five minutes. Then I’m out.”

She left a groaning Snitch behind and returned to the previous corridor, throwing one last look over her shoulder. She hadn’t seen anything just then, but instinct told her not to dismiss it. This was no ordinary job, or victim’s house.

Aspen rounded the next corner and paused. Here was a broad, white-tiled hallway. The air shimmered in front of a single door. 

Aspen triple-checked there was nothing immediately obvious that would kill her, then pulled out her gloves and slipped them on.

“Hello, lovely.”

Sure enough, the door had a severe locking charm on it. She could break it, but it’d probably drain the remaining magic her gloves had stored.

“You’d better be worth it,” Aspen muttered. She turned the circle on her gloves to the right countercharm and placed them against the door.

Searing pain raced up her arms. Aspen yelped and leapt back. The ends of her gloves were singed. She yanked them off and furiously rubbed her raw, tender fingertips. “Why you—”

The doors clicked open.

Something rustled in the hallway behind her.

Aspen whirled, pulling her Dakri knife, the rarest and most prized possession she owned. She’d nearly gotten herself killed stealing it from a Fae’s shop. Forged in the heart of a dying volcano, the blade was cursed, making anyone it cut bleed continuously until Aspen pressed a button on the hilt. It needed a constant supply of blood to keep the blade from rusting.

There was a chance that blood was coming soon.

Aspen flicked her eyes left and right, trying to pick out any anomalies around her. The knife would hopefully be enough against anything here. She wouldn’t use her guns except if absolutely necessary. Magic bullets weren’t cheap.

Keeping her eyes on the corridor, Aspen backed through the now-open doors. She swore she heard movement on the ceiling, but there was nothing there except lights and more of those eerie dragon paintings. She hurried inside the new room and paused.


More immaculate than the others, it was also filled with floor to ceiling bookshelves stuffed with metal devices and leather-bound books. This was the one room that actually looked somewhat used. Three broad tables were set in a fan before large-paned windows facing the garden. Delicate instruments had been set on the center table beside writing tools: Spell sealing dust, pens, bottles of ink, open notebooks with blotches and scribbles messily scrawled on the inside.

Aspen slowed as she trailed her hand along the left table. She thought she’d heard the rustle of a page across the room; maybe the slither of scales on paper. But that wasn’t the only thing that’d made her stop.

In the middle of the center table was a device she’d never seen before. And that was saying something. With the amount of magical materials moving in and out of Brune’s shop, she’d seen a whole lot. 

This device was made completely of silver. It was pill-shaped, and almost entirely smooth, the body no bigger than a football. A faint blue glow emanated from the surface. When Aspen leaned closer, she could see the shimmer of magic; hear it humming, almost like a computer fan on overdrive.

There was a symbol etched on the top: claws reaching up from either side to encompass a single blood red dot in the very center. Something else she’d never seen before. Maybe this trip wouldn’t be so fruitless after all—

Her hand accidentally brushed the metal. Aspen felt her fingers pulled onto the surface, then violently shoved away. A force like a punch to the gut hurled her into the nearest bookshelf, slamming her head against the spines. 

“Hex it all!” Aspen wheezed, pushing herself up to a crouch. Her muscles shook as the excess magic ran up and down her skin. Moments later, it dissipated. It always did. She’d been hit with more magical attacks, safeguards, and counterspells than she cared (or dared) to admit. None of them ever lasted too long. She never knew why but she was willing to take whatever small mercy had been thrown her way. She couldn’t use magic, but at least she could take a hit better than others in her line of work.

The silver pill thing hadn’t moved. It continued glowing blue, looking completely innocent, as if it hadn’t just launched her like an errant bottle rocket.

Aspen slowly froze as she stood, dread filling her. She’d knocked some items off the bookshelf when she’d hit. One of them, a scroll, had unfurled, revealing a deep, golden seal. A symbol she did recognize.

A Mage’s seal. Hugo had asked her to help steal from a freaking Mage’s house.

Aspen jerked as the sound of sharp claws scuttled on the ceiling. From way back in the rotunda, Aspen heard Snitch cry out in shock. Her stomach dropped.

Then she was sprinting out the door, yelling, “Snitch! Snitch, we’re getting out of—”

Something hit her from behind, sending her tumbling into the hallway. Aspen rolled as she fell, avoiding the cleaving claws that pierced the ground where she would have landed. She sprang to a crouch to find herself face to face with the Chinese dragon paintings—one on either side of the hallway walls, both peering at her with glowing yellow eyes.

“Aw, troll piss,” she muttered as the pair of them lunged.

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