Seeking a little excitement in life can sometimes lead to trouble.

At 37-years-old, life is good but not great. It’s missing a little spark, so it’s high time I do something to rectify that.

A move across the country to the town my grandparents called home is exactly what I’ve been missing. I’ll embrace my magic, reopen their shop, and hope I don’t get run out of a town.
The good people of Snowton Heights believe the Wayward curse has returned with a vengeance. That might be true, but before I can find out for sure, I have another problem that needs my attention. A dead body on my front doorstep could derail my quest for a new life.