Imagine one person's magic was a single melody. Listened to by itself or in small numbers, magic could sound beautiful. But all at once? It was a mess.

That's what Hedon was, a deafening cacophony of magic and noise that made no sense. Ever evolving, rumor had it that the black market had been carved by the most talented of Nefesh architects from spaces stolen from reality and stitched together. It resided in the pockets outside our normal world, accessible globally to those in the ...