AmandaMadden

Van Thomas has just inherited a house from his late grandparents in the countryside and has moved into it--only to realize the house is a rather popular resort that serves all kinds of customers all year round. As the owner and manager of the building, he realizes that the inn caters to an unusual clientele, and has an even more unique staff. His secretary is named Daji. A pirate named Waverly Leviathan with   resemblance to Poseidon often stays. Daji's nephew often stays and calls himself Sun Wukong. A novelist and screenwriter, Athena, is working on a masterpiece. Then there's the CEO named Odin and his twin sons named Loki. Could these mythological connections be more than coincidence?

The Wendigo Inn

Sulking in my office while leaning against my bookcase, Lowan lights some kind of fragrant herbal cigarette and blows smoke. His piercing pixie gaze, with different colored eyes like the late rocker/actor David Bowie, dares me to say a word. In this moment, he reminds me of one of Bowie's most iconic roles, the seductive, menacing, poetic, powerful, fey Goblin King Jareth in Labyrinth.

He releases a slow stream of smoke that smells like the entire display on a perfume counter. "Berry won't let me smoke in the house."

He glares. "Your sarcasm is not appreciated."

"Your blatant disregard for the safety of your fellow merchants and the people in this inn isn't exactly winning you points, either," I shoot back. "Rokaci looked like he wanted to barbecue you. He was there in the background."

Chapter 172: A Pixieish Problem