I am Muckrake the Elder, pixie scribe to the Newfoundland pixie. As it happens, I might also be the Pixie Duke of Labrador. Wasn’t gonna do a description. Couldn’t see the point of it. Seems a bit frivolous to me. Queen Pridella said I had to though, told me that it was the only way that I wouldn’t have my head chopped off. I like my head, helps direct my body. Wouldn’t know where I was going without it.
This is a part of the Stillwart Chronicles, but it is also a chronicle of the happenings in the St John’s place. Terrible, terrible things happened there. Kidnappings! Slavery! Transconfigurations! Evil stuff. Atrocities committed by the pretender, Tory Blithe, and his gang of pixie thugs. But perhaps with the coming of Stillwart we might finally stand up to Tory Blithe. This is the story of our revolt against the pretender. The two human girls helped too, though, what happened to them… well, it wasn’t so good.