Inspired by Laurell K. Hamilton despite the fact that I hated her books.

The story in itself wasn't so bad but Anita Blake as a character was hard for me to swallow.

I am the Oracle.

Ok so I'm lying; I'm just a little Seer. Aw hell, I can barely control my visions. Hell, I can't control my visions. Hell, I don't even know what the visions I do get mean until it is right in front of me. Wow, I am so not impressive. Quite honestly it's a useless gift.

I mean what the hell does a blossoming red rose on my wrist mean to me anyhow? Does it mean it will be a good year for roses? Should I plant a rose? Should I avoid them at all costs? Or should I go get an ugly red corsage? See what I mean here?

Ok let's try that all again without the dramatics, I am Dagny Baerlon, I am twenty, almost twenty one in fact, I know I know that's as impressive as it gets with me though. I know my father would be proud I'm still alive after that long. Lucky me, unlucky him. He found himself at the wrong end of a vampire, me I'm smart enough to stay away from the fuckers.

At least I'm not too stupid to pretend they don't scare me shitless. I see one of those blood suckers and I get the hell out of there, in fact my visions warn me they are coming. That's about as useful as if gets. Its odd that whenever a sucker is around it kicks up but other then that no go in the coherent vision department.