New Orleans is teeming with warring witch clans. Their world goes unnoticed by the people of the city, unseen by the masses. Nixon was one of those people, oblivious to the battles brewing around him. That is, until his 18th birthday.
Abandoned and on his own after the deaths of his parents...he'd grown used to being alone. Now he's discovering strange powers, learning secrets about his ancestors, and falling for the wrong girl - or is she the right one? In this new world he can trust no one...even the dead tell lies. Friends are enemies, and enemies hide the truth. Who can he trust? What's real and what's illusion?