What would you be prepared to do to protect those you care about? The UK survivors of a worldwide pandemic search for answers. Hiding behind the imposing walls of a medieval fortress, they struggle against all the odds to rebuild in a wasteland without electricity or government. Scraping a living, far away from the smoking ruins of the cities, they wait in hope, trying to make sense of what happened.
My life is full of choices. Paper or plastic, cake or pie, tackle my chem homework or give a supervillain a well-deserved smackdown? (The answer’s obvious: cake.) When the leader of the world’s most powerful superhero team asked me to become Raven, his apprentice, that was the easiest choice ever. But I blew it. Now, all the superheroes are dead, killed in an instant by an enemy they never saw coming. And I have another choice: give up and hide inside my normal life or master my powers and assemble a team of fellow trainees to protect the city.
I’m Merlin. Perhaps you’ve heard of me. My friend Arthur died in fifth-century Wales, but I didn’t. Eternal youth is not as great as it sounds, when friends and family die and I am left alone. But the mystery haunts me: why am I the only one with magic? I thought this was a mystery that would remain forever unsolved until a volcanic eruption threatens a nearby town. At first, I didn’t care about the looming disaster—after living through the Black Plague, other death tolls seem insignificant—but it’s not natural. Someone with abilities like mine is forcing this disaster. If I can figure out what’s causing this eruption, I might finally discover why I’m different.