Being a witch with amnesia trying to prevent the magical apocalypse isn't as bad as you think.That's a lie. It's bad. Real bad.But I've got my coven to get me through. I've also got the fifty-eighth president of hell living in my house, a handful of tricksters to help me loosen up, and a new garden gnome with an irritatingly cheery disposition.And I've got Marlowe, the fallen angel I've been chasing all year.What could go wrong?