In our world I was a brilliant surgeon. Now I’m Ilya Razumovsky—an unknown adept-healer, penniless, with a minimum of magic in my body, cast into a world of an alternative Russian Empire where healers work wonders “by the Spark.” My only trump card is the knowledge from my past life and the strange gift of “Sonar.”
Well, and a talking chipmunk familiar with a dreadful temper—who, for some reason, decided that I was his chosen one.
Let me work on the ambulance with a partner who drinks, and let me know what distrust and colleague intrigue are like—but not everyone gets a second chance, and I intend to use it to the fullest! Because a true healer is a calling, not a rank in the Guild of Healers.