num_pages: 281
description: Three months ago I landed a job as a bartender. But not at a barat a guild. Yeah the magic kind. I'm not a badass mage like my three smokin' hot best friends. I'm not a sorcerer or an alchemist or even a wussy witch. I'm just a human slinging drinks like a pro and keeping my non-magical nose out of mythic business. Seriously I know my limits. So why am I currently standing in a black-magic ritual circle across from a fae lord? Somewhere behind me my three mage friends are battling for their lives. Somewhere near my feet is the rogue witch I just knocked out with a stolen spell. And I have about five seconds to convince this very angry sea god not to shmoosh me like a bug. I'm pretty sure this wasn't part of the job description.
language: English
title: Two Witches and a Whiskey
publisher: Dark Owl Fantasy Inc.