A few weeks ago, I was pretty average. One might even say normal. My biggest problems were my student loans and a job I couldn't stand, and I was perfectly happy to have no plans for New Year's Eve other than a date with a good book and a cup of tea.

Then I took a position at Möbius, Inc. and began seeing force lines - strange, energy-filled cords drifting through the air that no one else can see.

Or touch.

Or drain the power out of them.

I can.

Now I'm being hunted by a deranged fallen star, watched over by a seven-foot leprechaun with a soft spot for Guinness, and swapping small talk with the fossil hanging in my office lobby. My new coworkers are a mind-boggling mix of wizards, shapeshifters, and the occasional god. And then there's the far-too-charming man who keeps turning up at my most awkward moments and is becoming a problem I can't quite name.

The old myths are fading, and as the world forgets them, the magic that holds everything together is going with them. Some immortals have made their peace with that. Others have gone looking for a new source of power. And I'm starting to suspect they've found one.

Me.