My name is Night Sanchez, first magical assassin to escape the Order of the Blood Moon and vessel of the Angel of Death.
The Angel and I are changing, our magic weaving, our power turning us from two into one. That makes me a Horseman of the Apocalypse. I can’t see a way out.
If I can’t save myself, I’ll concentrate on saving everyone else. I’ll hunt for the archangel who gives normal humans magical powers whether or not they want them—whether or not their bodies can survive the change. He wants warriors for the apocalyptic fight, but the price is too high. The cost to innocents, too great.
Humanity carries its own power, and what remains of mine may be the only weapon I have.
If I fail, the world will burn. But the world is still made of magic, and magic and love might save us all.