Something Rotten

“I have watched Grammasites in flight over the pleasure domes of Xanadu, cantered bareback on unicorns through the leafy forests of Zenobia and played chess with Ozymandias, the King of Kings. But despite all these moments of wonder and delight, my heart belonged back home in Swindon and to a man named Landen Parke-Laine. He was my husband, the father of my son, he didn’t exist, and I loved him . . . “

Two years after Thursday Nest’s Ultraword adventure, the now ex-head of Jurisfiction returns home accompanied by a toddler, a pair of dodos, and Hamlet, eager to learn more about conflict resolution. But the Swindon to which Thursday returns is not the one she left – for something is rotten in the state of England . . .