Fury's Magic

"My name is Kaeleen Donovan. I'm a Theosian-a minor goddess. They call me Fury."
By day, I run the Crossroads Cleaning Company, and I also read fortunes and cast hexes at Dream Wardens, a magical consulting shop. But by night, I'm oath-bound to Hecate, Goddess of the Crossroads. Hecate charged me from birth with the task of hunting down Abominations who come in off the World Tree and sending them back to Pandoriam.
On a routine cleaning job in Portside—a boat full of ghosts need their joyride cut short—Tam and I run afoul of the Devani. The ruthless soldiers of Elysium capture him and send him out to the Tremble, a place of wild, chaotic madness. Jason and I devise a plan to sneak in and help Tam escape. But Lyon and the Order of the Black Mist reappear, and I’m on their hit list. Lyon opens a door to the Netherworld and the dead are pouring into the city. Now, we must wade through both the Devani and the dead to save Tam. And we must close the portal on the World Tree before Lyon manages to wake the Elder Gods of Chaos.
"The end of civilization as we knew it arrived not with a whimper, but with a massive storm. When Gaia the great mother and spirit of the Earth finally woke from her slumber to discover the human race destroying the planet through a series of magical Weather Wars, she pitched a fit. The magical storm she unleashed forced a change such as never before had been seen. The resulting gale ripped the doors on the World Tree wide open, including the doors to Pandoriam, where the Aboms chaotic demons of shadow and darkness live, and the doors to Elysium, where the Devani ruthless agents of light exist.
In that one cataclysmic moment, now known as the World Shift, life changed forever as creatures from our wildest dreams and nightmares began to pour through the open doors. The old gods returned and set up shop. The Fae and the Weres came out from the shadows and took up their place among the humans. The Theosians began to appear. Technology integrated with magic, and now everything is all jumbled together. Nothing in the old order remained untouched. The world might appear to be similar to the way it was, but trust me, under that thin veneer of illusion, nothing has remained the same."