Somebody dreams of pink hippos, and I—of magical duels for money. And judging by how real the dream feels, I have two lives. One here, the other in Kadinger. The moment I close my eyes and fall asleep, I open them right there, where the only entertainment is illegal magical fights—no rules. The only thing I can do is blow smoke. How was I supposed to know you can’t push a Phoenix beyond the circle? And it’s злодейка fate that will bring us together again—forcing me and my enemies to join forces if we want even a ghost of a chance to wake up together.