I Used to Save Worlds But I Got Forcibly Retired!

Saving worlds is a messy business. You cannot simply fix a broken planet and leave it be; sooner or later, it will find a new way to shatter. You cannot simply cull the sinners and monsters, for humans are far too easily corruptible. Yet Savine had found the answer to this question. Only when a world is stripped of its old wounds and dissenters can it finally begin to heal. She remade entire civilizations in her image with the clinical detachment of an architect—and the ruthless hand of a butcher. But her superior had a different plan for her most efficient agent. Exiled without warning, Savine is kicked into a backwater dimension and into the body of Ney, a starving, sickly girl. In this new world, mages rule as gods and mortals are less than dirt. Savine is stripped of everything: her Divinity, her Gift, and her mastery of spells. She is now a 'non' in a world that only respects those who can weave miracles. But though one could take away an angel's wings, one cannot take away her mind. Even without a speck of power to call upon, Savine is willing to climb to the top of the world, and find a way back to Heaven. *** Cover art by LAM