When my cat brought me a dead bird as a present, I cringed.
When that dead bird suddenly flitted back to life, I screamed.
At first, I shrugged it off as one of the random things that happens when your roommate is a magical cat, but then it kept happening.
Turns out a familiar foe is creating an army of undead creatures with the goal of forcing us to surrender. But Merlin and I refuse to let dark magic prevail-not when the entire existence of magic is now at stake.
And if magic dies, so too will all who wield it.
Oh no, my cat will NOT become a casualty in this unholy war. I'm ready to fight my way through a million zombies and then take out the big bad, too. Nothing can come between this witchy cat and his familiar-and I'm ready to prove it.