Janet led the difficult life of a person with no magic in a world where magic is everything. A cult tries to sacrifice her, forcing her to confront her own weakness.

She has to rely upon her own brand of borderline heretical magic to survive, in the process exposing her deepest secret – she possessed magic all along.

Now, Janet must sink or swim in an unfamiliar world as she runs from any that would persecute her. For those that will seek her death anyway, Janet sharpens her claws against all opponents she comes across on her journeys.

Her caustic shadow blooms in the dark as her soul rears its maw to consume her every kill. Janet is no longer the meek little lamb she once was.

Her power swiftly gathers, a shadow steeped in soul – a shadow ensouled.

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