Epigraph

In a dimly lit market place, surrounded by hagglers and merchants, thieves and magicians sat a lone and beautiful girl. They call her Ophelia (although that is not her real name) and they say she can see the future. It's a lie, of course - a trick - but they do not need to know, for the truth is much crueler than the illusion. She is a Deathwitch.

Ophelia lives a life of dark spells and black magic. She is a finder of lost things, a musician to the dead and a teller of tall tales. And yet she, herself, is a part of a much bigger story, a story of sleeping witches in glass coffins, of bottled souls and undead bandits.

She is a Deathwitch and she is going to save the world.