I was cursed even before I was born, and with such a lousy setup it would be foolish to hope for a long, happy life. No omens will help you outwit fate, because nowhere in the world will you find anything stickier than a curse. And I would have vanished before my time—if it weren’t for another scoundrel, the stubborn one like a junkyard cat—I managed to wriggle free and even jump above my head.
I lost everything I had and cared about, but in return I ignited within myself a white flame of magical talent. I became a different person. A keeper of secrets. A mage and a warlock. An adept—not worse than the others!