Yeah, I killed him.
Kind of. I banished his soul to another plane of existence, leaving his body - and his life - to rot away in this one. Give me a break. It was an accident.
I needed to find out who sent him, so I did something few would've dared.
I assumed his identity.
That's right; I'm an impostor. Stupid move, I know. Now I'm trying to manage the intricacies of a new life, a new family, and more new magic than I can shake a ten-foot yeti at.
No matter how much magic I get my hands on, somehow I want more. That's why I'll follow a goblin down a barrel of cooking grease, rescue a girl from a vampiric social activist group, and search for my lost brother even though we're not actually related. Apparently wizards really do have all the fun.
About the Author
J.C. Staudt was born in Oceanside, New York, and moved to Virginia at the age of four, where he has lived ever since. He is a graduate of George Mason University, with a B.A. in Integrative Multimedia Studies, and he works for an Engineering and Consulting firm as a New Media Designer. He lives with his beautiful wife in a house lacking pets and children in Manassas, Virginia.