Bobby Miracle would love a real job but times are hard, especially if you’re into Goth attire, prefer graveyards to meadows, and refuse to compromise for anyone. An internship at Hipposync Enterprises dealing in rare books seems a dream come true. And given the sort of people who work there, for once Bobby doesn’t feel the slightest bit out of place. But when the whole building freezes in a trans-dimensional lockdown state, the weirdness needle edges towards red. And when she meets Asher Lodge, an inspector with a Fae intelligence agency sent to investigate, the needle goes off the scale. With masochistic zealots, demons, and her dead and quite possibly mad grandmother on the guest list, Bobby quickly realises it’s not exactly the nine-to-five she’d bargained for.
Once a successful doctor of medicine, DC Farmer now works two days a week for the NHS and, thanks to the wonders of Krudian physics, the other nine days a week for Hipposync Enterprises, as a scribe.
Hipposync was established in the early fourteenth century as a purveyor and publisher of rare books, the sort of stuff you are not able to get elsewhere and which contains information as varied as how to guard your castle against the Hordes of Maltasub using Harpie blood and tar, and how to change a beetle into a useful toothpick.
Of course, you will have gathered from all of this that Hipposync is, in fact, just a cover. What lurks beneath that thin veneer of respectability (yeah, right) is much, much more ... (more)