検索キーワード： 著者 "T.J. Deschamps" すべてのカテゴリー

Miriam Diaz has it all. Her full magic and knowledge of her past. Her father's love and blessing. Two powerful supernaturals who adore her and want to marry her. Friends who value her for who she is, not what she can do for them. A position on the Supernatural Council of the Americas. An award winning, successful bakery. She's faced the skeletons in her closet and defeated all her enemies. Her daughter is grown and starting her own life.

When I quit my gig as a fortune teller to become Oracle, I should've known there'd be strings attached. Olympic-sized strings. After Apollo freed the Titans from Tartarus, we waited for his next move. And waited. And waited. The days turned into weeks, weeks turned into months, months turned into years. However, we didn’t sit around twiddling our thumbs. We trained. The Supernatural Council of the Americas met. We coordinated with ISEA to prepare without alarming the mundanes. Bringing mundane attention, therefore, belief and the power that yields to Apollo was the last thing we wanted to do.

Miriam Diaz has lived as a typical mundane on Seattle's Eastside for the past 17 years. She serves on the parent teacher association, bakes for her daughter's cheer squad, and is an all-around champion stay-at-home mom. Pretty average and totally boring. Miriam likes it that way. All the better to keep her secrets. When a hellhound shows up on her morning run, her carefully crafted façade of normalcy comes crashing down.

Twenty years ago, I stole something that could win the war between Heaven and Hell. Don't get me wrong, I'm no do-gooder. I wanted to rule everything with the King of Hell. However, I have serious qualms with killing eight billion people in order to get what I want. He didn't. Irreconcilable differences, right? So, I did what any witch would do. I faked my death and hid out in the Seattle suburbs, living as a mundane. Stay at home moms are practically invisible here!

The oldest foe of all witches have returned from their ostensible grave. They have sworn an oath of blood for blood and will have their vengeance at any cost. However, not all witches aren't who they used to be. Some come with incredible power and have allies these Evil Dudes have never faced.

Just 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.

When I quit my job as a fake fortuneteller to become Oracle, of course the job came with strings attached. Olympic-sized strings. I’m adjusting to my life as Oracle with new friends, a pet monster, and a smoking hot god at my side. Things are looking up and I’m learning the ropes. Mostly.

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.