How in the name of the goddessâs favorite sports bra am I going to do this Magical Librarian job? I have no idea what Iâm doing. And the woman whoâs supposed to be training me is...well, letâs just say sheâs distracted and leave it at that. I guess Iâll bumble through. Itâs become something of a trademark move for me.
My name is Naida Griffith and Iâm a sorceress. I actually found that out not too long ago. Iâve lived with an undefined something burning in my belly for a while, feeling as if something wasnât quite right under my skin. Then, on my eighteenth birthday I started getting headaches. Bad ones. And random stuff started following me around.
Recently I was approached by a group called the SociÊtÊ of Dire Magic to become Keeper of the Artifacts. A magical librarian. Given that magical artifacts have taken to following me around, I decided I might have an aptitude for the job. So I said yes.
But in the first few days, Iâve been flogged by flip flops, bludgeoned by gnomes, and discovered a corpse in a suitcase. Then thereâs the woman whoâs supposed to be training me. Sheâs...interesting.
Will I survive the training long enough to get the job as artifact librarian? You might as well ask me if a caterpillar gets manis or pedis. Who knows? But I know one thing for sure. This gig is hard.
Iâm going to do my best to succeed. Or die trying.