Spellslinger

Catalysts were no more, they said, mined from the earth to the last. The only Catalysts left were claimed, owned by the last Spellslingers the world would ever know. Seraph and Malakai grew up on stories of days past, when Spellslingers were as numerous as the stars in the sky. Their own mother had been one of them, until she was struck down in her prime. Her twin pistols were hidden away, kept out of sight, for though the Catalysts within them were as dead as their owner, their father didn't want his daughters to have anything to do with them. That didn’t stop the sisters from sneaking them out, a final intimate connection to the mother...