My past has put plenty of people in the ground. Most of them had it coming. It’s the ones who didn’t that keep me up at night. Magic is more than hat tricks. To Chase, it’s a chain burdening him with responsibilities and losses he never imagined. Alcohol numbs the pain. Wild parties drown out the memories. But unchecked grief is like a festering wound, and he’s near septic. Chase is ready to check out when friendly faces convince him otherwise. Then, an opportunity arrives with the promise of a new beginning. Mordred—yes, that Mordred—shows up with an Join the lexmordant and help maintain order in the world of wizardry. A hard sell for a wizard who’s a prime candidate for oppositional defiant disorder. But this isn’t the Avalon from fairytales. Camelot is a decrepit husk. Arthur is dead. What’s left of the knights rule over New Camelot. Something old is crawling from the bones of the fabled city’s past, intertwining with Chase’s own. Chase will need to make peace with his past to protect the present. Letting go is never easy, and this will hurt in more ways than Chase can imagine.