imPerfect Magic

After hundreds of years of dying, you’d think I’d be better at it by now…

One moment, I’m a heretical priest in the twelfth century—hunted, hated, and on fire. Next, I’m waking up in the nearest corpse, stuck in an endless cycle of instant reincarnation, popping back up like a tarnished penny.

Fast-forward eight hundred years, and you’d assume I’ve learnt somet...