Mischief in a Bottle
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Life as a jinn was great. Magic was handy. I had a good life as an arena gladiator. And a charming jinn boyfriend. Everything came crashing down when my boyfriend set me up to take the fall for his crimes. After one hundred years serving time in my bottle, I was finally paroled. On a backwater planet called Earth. My name is Ceian; it's much longer in my language, but it works. I was so grateful for being paroled that I never asked where I was going. Forgotten Hollow was one of those cute little mountain towns that I'd heard about but never planned on seeing. I was a big city girl, and within ...
Life as a jinn was great. Magic was handy. I had a good life as an arena gladiator. And a charming jinn boyfriend. Everything came crashing down when my boyfriend set me up to take the fall for his crimes. After one hundred years serving time in my bottle, I was finally paroled. On a backwater planet called Earth. My name is Ceian; it's much longer in my language, but it works. I was so grateful for being paroled that I never asked where I was going. Forgotten Hollow was one of those cute little mountain towns that I'd heard about but never planned on seeing. I was a big city girl, and within the Eltrisphere collection of worlds, my home, I'd seen cities ten times as large as Tokyo and Delhi combined. Now I was in a cute town, living in a cute cottage. I wasn't alone; the people behind my parole had assigned me a centurion to keep an eye on me. They'd changed him into a goat to be less obvious. There was also my late and unlamented ex-boyfriend's cat. Having a talking goat and a talking cat was tricky in an Earth town, but it was comforting. I'd even made friends, three mystery-loving old ladies who loved to cook. As I loved to eat and had developed a love of late-night TV cop shows, it was a good match. There was even a love interest. Detective Jack Lanclin. Tall, dark, and hunky. Things were starting to go my way until the bodies started dropping.
