Warning: on these pages, physics, logic, and common sense are regularly trampled underfoot. Here, cats are heavier than anvils, the furniture sinks into gloomy despair, and the flowers weep acid. You need a strict, heroic epic—close the book and run for your life. And if you’re curious how to subdue a ghost with an illusion, and what to feed a werewolf when the only thing you have on hand is a door—welcome to the «Mirror Peak» hotel!
The only place in the Empire where the service doesn’t climb into your soul—yet the furniture clearly looks on with disapproval.
In a locked room, they find the Great Inquisitor—dead and unpleasantly icy. Who did it? The suspects sound like someone started telling a very bad joke:
1. A werewolf-philosopher
2. A student-mage (by magic, he’s got a rusty fail/iron “D”!)
3. A paranoid dwarf
4. An illusionist
Sorting through this whole circus falls to Miss Eloise Twid—a lady who knits faster than she can think—and her cat, Sir Mortimer. Forget logic: here, everyone is run by chaos, knitting needles, and gravity’s whims.