Witchery & Weight Gain

Synopsis

One week ago, I became the queen of the Oracles. One day ago, I learned the cost of such a power. One hour ago, I decided this isn't all it's cracked up to be.There's no rest for the weary. Or the wicked, depending on how you look at it.So let's look at it. First, I have a demon problem. I've had one all along, but now I know who it is and why she's here. And what she wants—she is not getting, Not if I have anything to say about it. But going up against a demon . . . the thought it terrifying.Second, I have a new quest presenting itself on my front porch in the form of FIngal Mackay, Ban-he. The problem is, something is wrong. I can feel it, sense it like you know a storm is coming. How are you supposed to help someone you know has a storm at his back? I don't have a choice, but . . . I don't feel good about it.And finally, if that's not enough, things I thought were a sure thing, safe, on my side . . . they're not. You know, because I need one more challenge. Talk about something not being all it's cracked up to be—but there's no going back. I'm the Oracle. I have my responsibilities, whether I like it or not.If I make it out of this alive, it's going to be some kind of miracle.