Molly Carpenter

I grew up in a house full of holy water and guilt, so of course I dove headfirst into magic like it was a punk mosh pit. Harry Dresden saved me from my own dumb ass and dragged me into the deep end — and I mean deep. Soul-eating monsters, Winter Queens, the whole freak show. I’m still here, somehow. I do veils. I do damage control. And I do it all in Docs and eyeliner.