Basil's kind of a shithead. But he's a shithead trying to save Talia, his imprisoned love. Or, he is w, after spending a good ten years whoring around bars and clubs all across America. The means to save her just happen to include killing a few incent people, screwing over friends, manipulating some triplets, and shoving five souls into a bewildered dead girl's head whilst betrothing her to a crazed Rat King. There are worse people though. Like King Frederick, an incestuous cannibalistic bastard more obsessed with fucking his sisters or drinking mustard wine than he ever was with Talia. But he's a king. And Basil's a thief. So it really doesn't matter if Frederick uses her as a chamber pot or a jester; she is his. In order to get her back, and (he supposes) save the poor people in the Kingdom of Surrcoaits from the King, Basil must go back to America for a few triplets...and a dragon. All this while he tries to appease animal gods, kill ancient trickster mice, and outrun a horde of tentacle like monsters called the Turuthi.