In loving memory of my grandmother Mary Gladys Shearin. Your love of life, devotion to family, and delight in the written word was an inspiration to me and to all who had the honor and privilege of knowing you. You will always live in our hearts and be cherished in our memories.

To Derek, my husband. A man of infinite patience and endless encouragement. Your love and support make everything possible.

To Kristin Nelson, my agent. I can write secure in the knowledge that the business end of my career is in the best possible hands. Thank you for that and the editorial tough love. I’m becoming a better writer because of you.

To Anne Sowards, my editor. Your sharp eyes never miss a thing, and your gracious words always soften the blow. It’s a joy and a privilege to craft Raine’s adventures with you.

To Katie Lovett, an awesome fan and the winner of my Name That Book contest with the absolutely priceless and perfect title: All Spell Breaks Loose.

And, as always, to my fans. Thank you for allowing me to share my stories with you. You’re the best.

I was going to Hell and had no clue what to pack.

Regor was the goblin capital, home to my friend Tam and thousands of other goblins. Their home. My Hell.

I’m Raine Benares. An elven seeker whose job used to be finding lost things and missing people, usually in nice, safe places like prisons and war zones. Now, thanks to a run-in with a soul-sucking rock looking for someone to call home, the entire world was about to turn into a war zone, and yours truly was the epicenter.