Kroenung

What if Huckleberry Finn was a girl with magic powers?

The Civil War’s ragin’, magick’s real, my only friend’s been kidnapped by monsters, and my goofy sword’s tellin’ me dumb jokes.＂

Hi, y’all! Ma calls me her little huckleberry, but my real name’s Verity. The magick sword I found under Ford’s Theatre is Morphageus (what a dumb name). I just call him Jasper. He sort of lives in my head, which is less fun than it sounds, what with his stupid puns and such. He can take any shape and powers me to do impossible stuff. That’s also not the joyous romp you’d think.

Because we’re still on the run from every manner o’ monsters, sorcerers, zombie Rebel soldiers, Spanish conquistadors, Napoleon’s Old Guard, lady assassins, and what not, because a bunch of black magicians called the Merchantry think me and Jasper are all that can stop ’em from takin’ over the world. I reckon they ought not be allowed to do that.

So now we have to keep lookin’ fer a way through the Union and Confederate armies to rescue my only friend, Tommy, and my ma. Good thing we have pirates, combat pelicans, Roman Legionary rats, and Valkyrie horses on our side now. Plus Sha’ira, a Dreamwriter who used to be in the Assassins’ Guild.

But my biggest problem is really Jasper, ’cause besides his so-called sense of humor, he won’t do magick fer me without I do him ’favors’ like smokin’ cigars and drinkin’ whiskey. Ick!