Mordak isn't bad, as far as goblin kings go, but when someone, or something, starts pumping gold into the human kingdoms it puts his rule into serious jeopardy. Suddenly he's locked in an arms race with a species whose arms he once considered merely part of a calorie-controlled diet. Helped by an elf with a background in journalism and a masters degree in being really pleased with herself, Mordak sets out to discover what on earth (if indeed, that's...

Maurice has just killed a dragon with a bread knife... and his true love has been spirited away. Meanwhile, a man wakes up in a jar in a different kind of pickle (figuratively speaking): he can't get out, or remember his name... or anything... and every time he starts working it all out, someone makes him forget again. An absurdly witty novel of alternate universes and very unlikely heroes.