In the mystical underworld of NYC magic is brewed, bottled, and bid upon by the wizarding elite of the Belvedere Court. Yet when a band of Gutter Mage tricksters are hired to pull off the perfect crime, they soon find themselves caught in a venerable shit storm of courtly intrigue, gripping heartbreak, and ice-cold revenge.

Death doesn't care how old you are, or how much you have to live for. It is unbiased. Death is the great equalizer. No one can escape his deadly grip, not my father, not my best friend, and most certainly not me. I'm dieing, but really, aren't we all? We're all born and we live and we die, the only difference is how long we spend in phase 2. The only difference, is I know how to live. I know how to spend every last moment living like it's my last breath. The only difference is I know how to die.