Croakies Dictum
Sometimes the only decision you can make is the wrong one. Then, all you can hope for is that two wrongs DO make a right. Also, don’t mess with Dave.
Someone has taken Queen Sindra and all the fae and locked them in interspace. He’s demanding the most powerful artifact in the universe in exchange for their release. Unfortunately, the artifact is in the protective custody of The Universe, which is the main governing body for all magic. It’s being protected by a powerful magician, a three-headed anti-mythological feline, and a guy named Dave.
Don’t ask me about the Dave thing. I don’t have a clue.
The only way we can save the entire fae population is to get our hands on that artifact. Our journey promises to be epic. Alas, it doesn’t promise to be successful.
Any way I look at it, things stand a really good chance of going horribly, epically wrong. Good thing I’m used to things going hideously wrong. In fact, it’s become something of a signature move for me.
