I am not yet thirty, but I feel as if I have lived a dozen different lives. Once I was the daughter of Decius Aberon, First Magus of the Imperial Magisterium. I dreamed of following in my father’s footsteps, of using my sorcery to improve the lives of the people of the Empire. Then I learned that my father was a tyrant and a murderer, that all his pretty words were a justification for monstrous cruelty…and that I had no right to use my power to rule the lives of others. That was a hard lesson. I joined the Ghosts, the spies of the Emperor of Nighmar, and trained as a physician. That was how I expected to spend the rest of my life. Not as a magus of the Magisterium, not as the bastard daughter of a nobleman, but as a physician, albeit one who happened to pass reports to the Ghosts. Then I met Martin Dorius. Everything changed after that. We went into great danger together, and helped to save the Empire from an ancient necromancer of the fallen Kingdom of the Rising Sun. After that, we fell in love and became husband and wife.
