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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
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Produktbeschreibung
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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Autorenporträt
Thomas Corfield was born in London several years ago, definitely before last Thursday. This was a good year for all concerned, and for him in particular, because without it, later years would mean little. He owes a lot to that first year and now lives because of it in undisclosed locations after successfully absconding from probation. Although he finds making friends difficult, this is only because no one likes him, including his mother, who didn't bother giving him a name until he was nine. His solicitor describes him as having an allergy to apostrophes and an aversion to punctuation that borders on pathological, which makes the popularity of his books all the more remarkable-at least it would if there was any. But there isn't, so it doesn't. Specialising in New Fable and dark humour, his books have spawned a cult series and two best-sellers, winning the Huffington Waste Paper Prize and a nomination for the Kudos Fiction Award. His narrated Cinematic Audiobooks have received acclaim from both sides of the Atlantic, cultivating an audience that positively affects his self-esteem. He was recently interviewed in Joomag's Meals of Food magazine, which didn't help anyone. He also has a PhD in Forensic Odontology, which, on occasion, has.