I'm back from Alistair's hell world and settling in with my family for the holidays in my haunted house where the locus channels time and space harmlessly through seven dimensions-or ten, it's hard to count. Unfortunately, the holidays in Woodhill are turning out to be less jolly than usual. Now my haunted house is playing games with time and space, a poison star is looming over Woodhill, and all my neighbors are turning to me to save them from impending apocalypse. Haven't I earned a break from saving the universe?
