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"Sometimes magic doesn't get the point across. Sometimes the point of a blade is required. After a brief visit to Hades--the place not the god, Tristan finds himself without the ability to cast magic. Assured this is a temporary condition, Tristan and Simon decide it's the perfect opportunity to take some much needed time off. When a group of dark mages enter the city looking for Master Yat, the Montague & Strong Detective Agency must face and eliminate the threat. There?s only one problem. The group of dark mages is being led by William Montague--Tristan's lost brother. Now, without magic, Tristan must face mages intent on killing his friend and teacher, find a way to restore his powers, and stop his brother from bringing a greater darkness to the city, dooming them all. Sometimes the best answer isn't a spell. Some situations can only be resolved with bullets and blades."--Page [4] of cover.
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