Dame of the Midnight Relics

The cost of my transformation is greater than I could have imagined. A cataclysmic upheaval shakes the foundation of my entire family, threatening to tear us apart. The toll nearly claims my beloved husband's life, pushing the boundaries of our endurance to their very limits. Unfortunately, I cannot escape this ethereal web of fate. Thrust into a role I never asked for, I have no choice but to evolve until I become a guardian of relics. I will carry the weight of ancient powers and hidden truths like a sentinel in a world teetering on the precipice of chaos, or I will perish while trying.

I've barely settled into my new supernatural midlife with another call drops in about a missing relic. And putting the finishing touches on my Sanctum will have to wait, as this is no everyday, run-of-the-mill artifact. Oh, no. This is a Siren Song, straight from the treasure trove of a Balinese clan. And as my never-ending bad luck would have it, the Song has fallen into the hands of a clueless mundie. There are worse places to jet off to, of course. Bali is beautiful, but I can't stay long. My whirlwind chase is quickly redirected to the bustling streets of New York City.

The stakes are the highest they've ever been when fate decides now is the time for me to start a wild phoenix chase... I'm still not sure I'm meant to be Relic Keeper but the work is never-ending. What's on the agenda now? A call for help from Phoebe that sends me and my trusty sidekicks into action. The Emberflare phoenix clan is missing a very important relic. And while the circumstances are mysterious at best and nefarious at worst, the most important thing is that we retrieve it. And this is no ordinary knick-knack. It's the Phoenix Flame itself!

Just when I thought I could sneak in some R&R with my two lovely daughters in beautiful Greece, my relentless Relic Keeper alarm bells start ringing. So much for the sweet sounds of a family vacation. Duty simply won't stop calling. Maisy and Amelie, my little chips-off-the-old-block, feel the urgency too. What's a magical mom to do? Against my better judgment, I let 'em tag along on a little relic rescue mission. They won't be children forever, and they should understand what fate keeps asking me to do.

Imagine me relaxing in a lounge chair when I first learn a regal scepter has fallen into the dangerously wrong hands. But as my frozen drink begins to melt, there's no time for me to waste springing back into action because this scepter is anything but ordinary. Would you settle for just a cursed bracelet when you could have a divine stick that hands out blessings and curses like candy on Halloween? Of course you wouldn't. And neither would the tainted witch who's wielding it.