The fate of the world rests on my shoulders as we hang on the edge of Ragnarök. And I can't catch a freaking break. Not even for ice cream and strippers.
Ava’s life has been a delicate balance of the mystical and the mundane, but nothing could have prepared her for the whirlwind that is two paranormal infants. Holy naptime, Grandma.
It isn’t easy being the liminal deity of a multirealm crossroads, as Lorelei Clay can attest. There are the typical issues, of course, like a wayward god stumbling into Wild Acres, and then there are …
