Note: "pissed" is British slang for "drunk".
Warning: HUGE spoilers for Changes
Sometimes, being a wizard is bloody annoying.
And I probably just jumped ahead way too much there. Let me back up the exposition truck a bit.
The things that go bump in the night are real, and lots of them don't have much trouble with daylight, either. Wizards, vampires, werewolves- they're all real. Hell, one of them might be your neighbor.
Wizards, as a whole, are a fickle lot. We're disputatious to a fault, dangerous if unchecked, and the worst of us have almost destroyed civilization a couple of times. That's why the White Council exists, and why I'm part of it. We make sure that no two-penny sorcerers summon up demons, or other things they can't control, and I've heard the Merlin dances on tiptoes to make sure every single supernatural thing out there doesn't eat us.
Notice how I keep saying "us". I should have mentioned:
My name is Emily Grace, and I'm a Warden. We keep the peace. Or did, when there were more of us.
I had been travelling from London to South Africa via the Nevernever, realm of the faerie, but I had gotten intercepted on the way by a Red Court ambush. I was heavily outnumbered, and I barely got out alive. And just when I had gotten away from then, I got ambushed again by Wyldfae, and had to run from them, too. When I finally made it out of the Nevernever, I arrived in a broom closet. In a train station. In Iowa. And I had somehow lost a week. Needless to say, I was slightly horrified.
Which is why I went out on the piss to the Rusty Screw. Which is how I met Hector. Which is how I saw the summoning, discovered the Wellspring, and met the Coricanth. It's how a lot of things happened.
But I'm getting ahead of myself again, let me start at the beginning.
