Never mind anti-anti-anti missiles or thermonuclear chilled eels, the Ultimate Weapons are Rana Militaria: The Frogs of War. Have your head off as soon as look at you they would. Hidden in a forgotten village of Losa Llamas, they are discovered by the slimy Snydewinder, ex-Lord Chancellor of Rhyngill and a thoroughly bad lot. And after a temporary halt, his world domination plans are back on track.
Little do Firkin and his friends know that, when they attempt to help King Klayth out of a hole, they will fall headfirst into a whirl of time travel, Thaumaturgical Physicists and extremely unpleasant amphibians!
So, there's this dragon. Well, it's not a real dragon, more of a, um, virtual dragon. The Thaumaturgical Physicists of Losa Llamas want it as security. Their real mistake was employing Cheiro Mancini, alchemist and Virtual Ecology Technician (VET for short), to install it. I mean, if it wasn't for him the Scroles wouldn't have been disturbed, and the Damnations would have stayed under control, and as for the Prime Evil ...
In 101 Damnations, Andrew Harman introduces a whole new set of characters to the twin kingdoms of Rhyngill and Cranachan - and proves that they are just as incompetent as his previous heroes!
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!
Life as Clerk-in-Charge of Avocado Preservation in the Mountain City of Axototl was a real cushy number. Hurling a few bones about the place, peering into the future, foreseeing all the forthcoming problems screaming your way and making plans to dodge destiny's hurled brickbats. Piece of cake.
Or at least it would have been if Quintzi Cohatl actually possessed anything even remotely resembling foresight. After forty years in the job his lies were getting a bit thin. So when a travelling salesman offered him a bargain crystal (with Scry Movie Channel option) how could he refuse?
Certainly Merlot and the proto-mage Hogshead would have preferred it if he had. Then they wouldn't have a clump of murdered wizards dumped in the River Slove on their hands. And as for the folks of Axolotl - they wouldn't have had to discover the amazing explosive potential of a few hundred prize melons.
All is not well in the kingdom of Rhyngill. Despite regular payment of tithes, including PAYE (Pay As You Eat), the citizens are all tired and underfed. Firkin, a lad who is definitely alpha plus in the get-up-and-go department, blames the king, and sets out to find an assassin who will rid the kingdom of its ruler. But little does he know that the real villain is someone else entirely - or that the origins of his friends' troubles involve lemmings, pigeons and heavy earth-moving equipment.
It takes a pieman, a magician and a knight with a North Country accent to help Firkin see the error of his ways!
Everybody needs a holiday, and demons are no exception. There may be an important election going on in the hellish city of Mortropolis, but most minds are on forthcoming breaks - maybe possession of a teenage nymphomaniac for a fortnight, or canoeing down the Styx with a packed lunch...
But life in and around Cranachan was no picnic. Well, what with mad desert tribesman ram-raiding their farms, a series of mysterious murders, and the temperature hotting up it was almost as if Hell was breaking loose - literally!
