Seismic Semester Blurb

Forgot I needed to write one, might change a little.  Literally can't remember the last time I read a blurb about a book and bought it because of that blurb, but...guess people do. 

My name is King Henry Price.

Nah, nah, my name is the Foul Mouth...and I'm almost finished with this stinking tape recorder.

Finally reached the last year of my schooling, kiddies, at the glorious Institution of Elements, Learning Academy and Nature Camp, or better yet known as the Asylum by its oh so adoring student body.  Seven years in this place and got anima dripping from my pores, strong in the Mancy like never before.  Ready to go out into the world and face down Vampires and Shifters and...pay taxes and stuff.

Now, I thought there was no way the faculty would ever let me become a student-advisor, responsible for the care and welfare of my younger students, cuz...who is that stupid?  But they lost their minds at last, kiddies!  They did it!

Thirty new Singles to care for, thirty new strings just itching to stitch themselves into my flesh and complicate my life.  Make matters worse, Heinrich von Welf, spoiled Old Mancy patrician that he is, ain't so happy with the class I got given.  Thinks it should've been his honor.  Lots of words I'd use to describe Welf, but ain't the words you can get away with in a blurb, got to start the story for them.  What you doing?  Click that "start" button!

Needless to say...Welf ain't happy.  And being he's working day and night to complete his Construct...might be the first time he backs me into a corner.  Dead men don't care about being punched after all, don't care about pain, don't care if you even blow an arm off, they just keep coming.

Bring it, Welf.

I ain't ever run from a fight.