Kings have been known to get a bit shirty. Beheading jugglers for spilling gravy on the royal sleeve, murdering firstborn sons throughout the kingdom and so forth. Standard operational procedure. But Firkin’s friend, young King Klayth? Surely not. Things Cannot Be What They Seem.
Returning from their previous adventure, Firkin, Hogshead and Dawn find themselves dumped unceremoniously in the smoking wreckage of a village. Their village. Now they have to unpick the twisted stitches of Time which they caused in the first place. Unless they act quickly, the entire fabric of the Space-Tome Continuum could be at risk. Oh yes, they also have to find their friend Courgette. And their only tools are magic, blind stupidity and a sword called Exbenedict!
