Thomas Corfield

The villain’s a poet, the weapon is verse, and the whole world’s a stage.

The Ar’dath-Irr’s final act is nearly complete — and the applause will be apocalyptic.

Oscar Teabag-Dooven, once a Velvet Paw, is all that stands between a fractured universe and total obliteration.

But Oscar wanted to be a poet, not a hero, not a destroyer, and certainly not the most loathed animal on the planet. After his avant-garde recital triggers mass death, suspicious reincarnations and catastrophic misunderstandings involving curry, he’s the only one left to blame.

With his reputation in ruins and a war effort rising, Oscar and a huge cast must navigate a broken world filled with inverted corpses, bureaucratic panic and a vengeful poet-dog whose power defies life itself. Revenge seems like the only reasonable response. But in a world where hugs are abolished and poetry causes mass casualties, reason is a dangerous thing.

Joined by armies and navies orchestrated under Operation Fluffy Cloud, Oscar must confront his greatest fear: that this entire war might just be about him.

This is the climax of the Morigan Tetralogy: where poetry bends worlds and the end of everything smells faintly of cinnamon and petrol.

“Highly likely they take longer to read than they do to write.” - Gary, Freelance Impregnator.

 

“While reading this I was transported elsewhere, although I was on a bus at the time.” - Karen Dubonis, Breeder.

 

“I am literally lost for words, though not nearly as lost as the author.” - Stamford Black, Designer.

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