Manifold, Lisa Oracle of Wynter. #bk. 5

Read by Eva Wilhelm

Two weeks ago, I logged my first failure as an Oracle. Two days ago, I learned that magic is a fickle thing. Two hours ago, I unleashed a posse of the undead. Just when I thought things couldn't get any worse, they did. Not only did I need to figure out how to free Nina, I had a new consultant. Double booked is an understatement. Now, I must discover why Hazel Dane, one of the most stressed out-and most impolite-consultants I've ever had is cursed. Or enchanted. Or something. She doesn't know. Neither do I. Which is kind of a problem. I'm also not sleeping-hello, guilt-inducing-gargoyle on my front porch anyone? It's probably one more symptom of menopause, but if I don't get some sleep, someone's going to die. Which was interesting, as zombies just showed up on my front porch, trying to break down the front porch. Maybe I spoke too soon

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