Cyclops children don't live long. At least that's what the cyclops woman's mom told her. Now, she's 38 and working in her parent's failing coffee shop, hiding her single eye under a pair of sunglasses. Failing, that is, until they get the idea to charge for a chance to touch a piece of the staff of Drogo, a fourteenth-century Flemish saint and patron of coffee house keepers and unattractive people. When the velty wears off, though, the cyclop's woman's parents want her to be come the new attraction. Terrified of exposure, she leaves home to search for other cyclops people. Her journey leads from an Appalachian village populated with alligator-skinned people, to a restaurant in New Jersey that caters to cats, to an estate in England where she meets a crotchety old cyclops who has made his living herding sheep, and finally to a cathedral in France where Drogo spent his last days.