Forgetful, dyslexic magic-user Harmony and her ninja twin sister Melody battle genetically modified beasts for the government. But the magic makes Harmony’s memory worse, and Melody can’t fix that. Meanwhile, a mad scientist schemes for his prize: Harmony’s unique brain. When Melody is nabbed and her co-agents become suspects, Harmony must fix her memory or become the next monster experiment.
“I want it on record that there were extenuating circumstances—and tentacles.” I leaned toward the recording iPhone on the table and resisted the urge to blow it up.
Four members of the five-person panel of our federal overlords stared at me from their side of the long plastic table. The Department of Homestyle Safety suit in the middle scanned our dense rap sheets. “You’ll have a chance to explain, Miss Quinn.” Our Asian boss dude gleamed like a Christmas ornament with shiny gray-streaked buzz-cut hair, dark sparkly eyes, and shoes reflecting the fluorescent lights. The polished buttons on his jacket blinked at me as he shifted.
He needed a good tickle to chase away the stuffiness. “All right then.” I picked lint off my hoodie and flicked it. It landed on his shiny shoe.
My twin sister, Melody, sitting next to me on the free-spirit side of the table, winced.
The only female on the squad gave me a hostile glare. “You call yourself the Power Word User. There’s no excuse—”
“Yeah, I’m the Worder.” I glanced out the window behind Buzz Cut, but my reflection blocked the view. Oh, lovely. My hair had gone all frizz. I licked my hand and tried to smooth the blonde mess. “I prefer the word Mage.”
The Pencil Jockey next to Buzz Cut shot me with incredulous blue eyes. “Wording isn’t magic.”
I shrugged. “Semantics.”