My past has put plenty of people in the ground. Most of them had it coming. It’s the ones who didn’t that keep me up at night.

Magic is more than hat tricks. To Chase, it’s a chain burdening him with responsibilities and losses he never imagined. Alcohol numbs the pain. Wild parties drown out the memories. But unchecked grief is like a festering wound, and he’s near septic.

Chase is ready to check out when friendly faces convince him otherwise. Then, an opportunity arrives with the promise of a new beginning.

Mordred — yes, that Mordred — shows up with an offer: Join the lexmordant and help maintain order in the world of wizardry. A hard sell for a wizard who’s a prime candidate for oppositional defiant disorder. But this isn’t the Avalon from fairytales.

Camelot is a decrepit husk, Arthur is dead, and what's left of the knights rule over New Camelot.

Something old is crawling from the bones of the fabled city’s past, intertwining with Chase’s own. Chase will need to make peace with his past to protect the present.

Legends aren't born. They forge themselves in the flames of their pain and claw their way out of the ashes. It's Chase's turn in the forge, and it will shatter him or set him free.

One thing is certain: Avalon will forever remember the name Chase Ambrose.