Sticks and stones can break my bones, but wrinkles might actually kill me! Just when I think I understand life, the Universe flings a magic booger at me. It just doesn't pay to think you've got a handle on things. For example, my favorite customer, Mrs. Foxladle, got into a simple disagreement with her book club friends over their obsession with youth and beauty. The next thing you know, they're all dead. Did Mrs. Foxladle kill them?It certainly seems like a possibility. But I'm still holding on to the hope that I'm dealing with a rogue magical artifact in the hands of someone with diabolical intent. Unfortunately, I haven't been able to figure out what it is and who's wielding it with deadly results. I was counting on Detective Grym, a real rock of a guy, to help me find the culprits. But Grym's lifespan just turned unpredictable. (You could say things are a bit rocky for him right now.) Which leaves solving the mystery up to me and my friends. It's just a really good thing I have a cat and a frog and... Yeah, about that... I'm really no closer to figuring out how to use
them
either.
Holy goblin phlegm!
This magic wrangling stuff is hard!