It was a war-weary Lord Brutus that set off home in atrocious weather; rain, heavy and cold, blasted the dry lands and turned most of it to mud. An unearthly voice echoed inside the head of Lord Brutus, the Underworld was again bragging that they had captured his pregnant wife. How could she be pregnant? A riding accident had put paid to having a family life. Yet fear tugged at his heart, what if it was true? A baby produced by him would give Lord Baal and his minions a method of breaking the spell and freeing the twenty-seven dragons held in magic misery. No homecoming for him. He had to find out just what the Underworld and Baals minions were up to again before this green and pleasant land turned back to the cesspit it once was.