In my world, I was a brilliant surgeon. Now I am Ilya Razumovsky—an unknown healer-adept with no money to my name and minimal magic in my body, dumped into a world of an alternative Russian Empire where healers work miracles with the “Spark.”
And, of course, there’s also a talking chipmunk familiar with an awful temperament, who—somehow—decided that I’m his chosen one.
Let me work on the “ambulance” team with a co-worker who drinks, and know what it means when people don’t trust you and colleagues intrigue—but a second chance isn’t given to everyone, and I intend to use it to the fullest! Because a true healer is a calling, not a rank in the Healers’ Guild.