My father loves power. He uses magic, he uses people, and he uses me. Power has a lot of definitions - magical, corporate, political, familial, threatening. He abuses them all. I've gathered my resources, plotted and planned - and just when I'm ready to make a move, the whole game changes. Now we're fighting a war on two fronts with a new player trying to win it all. Ancient curses, future plans and a rage born of love and loss can really screw things up. Just ask my dead mother...