![]() ![]() A phantom moose, a razor-fanged Quarkbeast, and an elderly Volkswagen round out the family circle. ![]() Soon enough she has an apprentice of her own-another plucky foundling with the unlikely name of Tiger Prawns. Jennifer is really only an apprentice, but her boss has gone missing and no one else wants the job. ![]() A high-rise residential block full of tetchy wizards comes with the deal. She manages Kazam, a service that matches magical talent to clients’ needs. She doesn’t know her real name, being a foundling, and probably an orphan from the Fourth Troll War. In the middle of it all is a remarkable young woman-barely more than a girl, really-named Jennifer Strange. ![]() Suddenly thousands of people are camped outside the magical force-field that contains the Dragonlands, waiting to stake their claim on the pristine wilderness and develop it for, say, the Consolidated Useful Stuff LLC. A world where knights in shining armor are TV celebrities, where foundlings are placed in indentured servitude, and where widespread premonitions of the death of the last dragon triggers mass hysteria. It’s a world where magic is slowly dying out, its practitioners reduced to delivering pizzas on flying carpets and rewiring houses by spell. In a twisted alternate world, the Dragonlands are situated between the Kingdom of Hereford and the Duchy of Brecon, in the west of a balnkanized version of England and Wales known as the Ununited Kingdoms. ![]()
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