Fear of the Sorceress - Krista Walsh - Bog

Well hello, The Past. I see you're trying to kill me. Again.

My sluggish magic has woken up, but of course I'm not able to lounge in bed while I get reacquainted with it. No, instead I have a blaring alarm clock in the shape of a fear demon I banished to hell eight hundred years ago.

Someone's summoned him back, and he's picking up right where he left off-wreaking havoc, inciting mobs, and threatening mass human casualties. And he's using a member of my chosen family to do it.

It's on me to stop him, and the threats are rising. Emrick, the servant of Death who makes my legs weak, refuses to step aside, but I can't let him help. Not when doing so breaks Death's one rule: don't get involved.

To banish this demon, I'll need to do more than get to know my magic again. I'll need to bring hell to earth. Without losing one of my only friends in the process.

If I mess this up, millions will burn and my sanity might crack. If I do this right? The only thing fear should be afraid of is me.