Minimum wage. Maximum chaos. And a literal hole in the universe in Room 104.For Stella, 3:14 AM is the "witching hour". It's the exact moment her caffeine wears off and the apathy of the night shift sets in. Working at the Crown & Anchor Motor Lodge usually involves nothing more taxing than dodging her boss's toxic positivity and ignoring the wheezing ice machine.But tonight, the air smells of ozone.When a shimmering ultraviolet vortex opens over the bathtub in a vacant room, Stella's "to-do" list gets a lot more complicated. Suddenly, she isn't just checking in weary travellers. She's herding:A Roman Legionnaire with a penchant for biscuits and military salutes.A Victorian Widow who finds the motel's décor "positively subterranean".A Cyborg Assassin from the year 3044 who thinks the waffle maker is a threat.A Fourteenth Century Plague Physician with a beak and leeches.With a ruthless corporate auditor arriving for a surprise 7 AM inspection, Stella has three hours to hide the chronal anomalies, fix the fabric of reality, and ensure the premium sausages are sizzling.In the service industry, the customer is always right-even if they're from a different century.The Crown & Anchor Motor Lodge is perfect for fans of Douglas Adams, Terry Pratchett, and anyone who has ever survived a shift in hospitality. Fedora Wax loves mysteries, animals, books, and cozy rainy afternoons. She writes books she'd love to read.
