To Blunt The Sharpest Claw

Oscar was supposed to deliver a poetry recital, not the apocalypse. Oscar Teabag-Dooven, former Velvet Paw of Asquith and occasional poet, is ready to leave the chaos behind. Having faced tendony beasts, collapsing palaces, poetic terrorists and exploding pastries, he'd much prefer foccussing on the opening night of his theatrical debut. Unfortunately, the world has other ideas. With monstrous, skinless creatures tearing across kingdoms and the sinister Ar'dath-Irr wielding dark magic like its going out of fashion, Oscar is again hailed as the hero that entire planets need. But he's not interested. He's tired, jaded and more invested in rhyming couplets than strategic warfare. But when your verse is bad enough to incite mass genocide, and rage is the only thing standing between innocence and annihilation, you work with what you've got. While Tabby Miss Cakes and a cast of hundreds turns a peaceful world into a stage for extreme violence and loathing, Oscar prepares to debut his masterpiece. Too bad the Ar'dath-Irr arrives first—and he's brought the end of everything with him. Book 3 of the Morigan Tetralogy: Where poetry is peril, fluff is fatal, and the show must definately not go on. To Blunt The Sharpest Claw is a battle cry for the disillusioned, a laugh-out-loud tale of misfired destiny and a reminder that sometimes the sharpest weapons are words, partiulcarly when containing pointy letters. "This much rubbish from only 26 letters?" - Gavin and Stephen Rye, Inflammatory Garbage Collectors. "Corfield blurs the boundary between rubbish and garbage, and does justice to neither." - Aiden White, Barrington Points Lighthouse Keeper. "Judging by their stupidity, these books are clearly written from experience." - Christian Lauder, Aspiring Capricorn.