In our world, I was a brilliant surgeon. Now I’m Ilya Razumovsky—an unknown adept-healer with no money to my name and a minimum of magic in his body—cast into an alternate world of the Russian Empire, where healers perform miracles with the “Spark.” My only trump card is the knowledge from my past life and the strange gift of “Sonnar.”
And, of course, a talking chipmunk familiar with an awful temper, who somehow decided that I was his chosen one.
Let me work for the “ambulance” with a partner who drinks, and let me know what it means to be mistrusted and entangled in colleagues’ intrigues—but a second chance is not given to everyone, and I intend to use it to the fullest! After all, a true healer is a calling, not a rank in the Guild of Healers.