Undercover Archmage 2

About the Book

The first rule of Ballistic Thaumatology: Magic lies. Only guns tell the truth.

After killing a Frost Demon, I’m the star attraction at Ravenwick Academy. My lectures are standing room only, and my private hours are even busier. But leading a growing Cadre of gorgeous grad students is its own workout.

They may drain me dry before the enemy gets a shot off.

But there’s no time to enjoy it. The Foundry have arrived for the Interacademy Tournament. They’ve brought industrial-grade war-golems, and they’re here to prove a certain Battle Mage is a fraud. Funny that.

And, of course, the Agency have found me too. Stealth drones circle the skies, and wet-team agents are inserting amongst the new kitchen staff. These guys aren’t here to observe. They pack tech that makes fireballs look like parlor tricks.

I’m stuck in the middle of a rigged tournament amidst a black-ops invasion. But at least I have my girls to watch my back.

Class is in session. Bring plenty of ammo.