Let’s get one thing straight-Ivy Wilde isn’t a heroine. Actually, she’s most likely the last witch in the globe who you’d contact if you required a magical assisting hand, regardless of her actual capabilities. If it had been right down to Ivy, she’d spend 24 hours a day on her sofa, where she could view TV, munch junk food, and talk to her feline familiar to her heart’s articles.

However, whenever a bureaucratic devastation eventually ends up with Ivy mainly because the victim of a bad case of mistaken identification, she’s yanked extremely unwillingly into Arcane Branch, the investigative department from the Hallowed Order of Magical Enlightenment. Her problems are quadrupled whenever a valuable object is stolen right from under the Order’s noses. It doesn’t exactly help that she’s been magically destined to Adeptus Exemptus Raphael Winter season. He might possess piercing sapphire eye and a body which a cover model would be pleased with but, so far as Ivy’s worried, he’s a walking advert for the joyless perils of too much witch-work. And if he makes her go directly to the gym again, she’s bound to turn him right into a frog.