The nameβs Sinclair. Zoe Sinclair, P.I. My stomping grounds are the neon-lit streets of Las Vegas, where anything can happen. And believe me, in my half century here, Iβve seen plenty. Now might be a good time to mention that Iβm a 150-year-old mage, though I donβt look a day over thirty. Anyway, like I said, Iβve tackled all sorts of weird cases here in Sin Cityβ¦but this latest one? Itβs a doozy. See, the Fates need my help. It seems those three wacky gals have been booted from their lofty station, and the only way they can be reinstated is to live among mere mortals for awhileβand get hold of an important piece of magical merchandise thatβs gone missing. They hitched a ride here from L.A. with a regular guyβbut thereβs nothing βaverageβ about this Joe. Heβs got the most gorgeous blue eyes Iβve ever seen. Heβs also got magical powers heβs been denying all his lifeβ¦one of which appears to be wrapping me around his little finger. Not that this could possibly go anywhere, considering my track record. So here I am, knee-deep in an otherworldly adventure with three crazy Fates and the man of my dreams. Something tells me this case is far from closedβ¦
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