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When I quit my job as a fake fortuneteller to become the Oracle, of course the job had strings attached. Olympic-sized strings.A modern epic of Homeric proportions with romance, belly laughs, and ibuprofen chasersJust when I thought I had it all, something foul is afoot in Milagro Bay.On our morning run, Cerberus retrieved the unlikeliest of gifts-a foot with a limited-edition sneaker that could belong to none other than Lucky Joey, one of Carlo's crew. Worse than the murder of my ex's erstwhile friend, Luke is missing.My enemies wanted me out of the picture, and they're about to get it with two more murders that point to me as the culprit.The witches of Milagro Bay, my newfound family, Hermes, and my friends on the Supernatural Council all have my back, but what if we can't prove that I didn't do it?As we're trying to prove my innocence, evidence has piled up that I had accomplices-namely harpies and shifters. The council itself and their involvement came into question. Conspiracies about a supernatural crime ring arise.More important than our pending arrests, what will happen without me or the council to protect this world?We know we're being set up, but will we be able to prove it before the entire world is in jeopardy?
When a fake fortune teller receives the gift of the oracle, of course there's strings attached. Olympic-sized strings.Some people get Green Eggs and Ham as a bedtime story, I got tales of gods and Titans, nymphs, demigods, and Oracles. My Greek grandparents not only told me stories. They were so proud of their culture and heritage, making sure I was fluent in both reading and writing the language.I thought I knew who I was, my heritage, my culture, my destiny.All of that changed when a Titan named Dione walked through the door of my divination shop. For so many years, I'd thought I'd been scamming people by reading their fortunes.Turns out I'm the real deal. Dione says a fortune, a job as Oracle to the Gods, and the deed to a property in a small town near the Washington Olympics awaits.The problem is, the cops are after me for Carlo's latest scam, scary monsters want to kidnap me, and everyone who takes the post of Oracle to the Olympians dies mysteriously.Who knew going legit would be so dangerous?
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