Colin Blaze is a (possibly private) detective cursed by a witch to have only cases that no right-thinking person would ever believe were real. The witch hoped that Blaze would be discredited and forced to quit. Instead, Blaze is the champion of the bizarre and marginalised oddities of London.

One sunny Saturday afternoon in Hyde Park, Colin Blaze was approached by a man dressed in fine silks and wearing a huge golden crown on his head. The man said he was King Arnald XVI of Ambipardum. A kingdom that consists of a sixteen-centimetre by sixteen-centimetre by sixteen-and-a-half-centimetre volume exactly seven and three-fifths meters above Covent Garden.

King Arnald XVI claimed that his kingdom was under siege from Buckingham Palace and that he feared for his life. The situation was dire, so King Arnald XVI said. Ambipardum’s defence now rested on the work of three overweight pigeons, a 97-year-old man with advanced dementia, and a magically enchanted slice of toast with a butter addiction.

Can Colin Blaze sort out the growing tension between two ancient kingdoms? How can he keep King Arnald safe? Why is Ambipardum’s top general a slice of magical toast?

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