There Be Dragons. And the Thirteen Rascal Fairies still have a Middlewinter to deliver. Anyone stepping in their way-from gods and wizards to potato farmers-better keep an eye on their stuff if it's not nailed down.

The second and ultimate book of the 'two book trilogy, ' the 'Chronicles of the Thirteenth Tick.'

"In the universe, everything supposedly happens for a reason-or several, depending on whom you ask. Naturally, both assumptions are utterly mistaken.

First of all, who decreed that events must necessarily follow one another? Nobody, that's who.

Causality? Merely a charming illusion.

'After the pulse, you said?' the professor queried the young man rowing the boat.

'Yes, after, ' the rower answered.

'It doesn't prove anything, you should know, ' the professor, now imperiously standing at the prow, snorted.

The young man didn't continue the conversation. He glanced over his shoulder and glared at the back of the professor with eyes stormier than the sea below. Had he spoken, he might have said something along these lines: 'Says who? You ivory-tower scholars. Let me demonstrate some causality, ' he would have wanted to mutter. 'Let's see if the sudden jerks of the boat cause something-and whether that irritating nose of yours remains above water.'

But he didn't. And do you know why? Because there was no point in doing so, as the professor was convinced he was right. He was certain. Everyone at the prestigious Academy of Gutterhaven was absolutely certain of this scientific non-causality. And how could they be certain? Because certainty, after all, was their specialty."

Winter is coming! And the world must be saved. While doing so, dive into the hilarious 'Winter's Fold' alongside mighty wizards, brave farmers' sons, and young sorceresses. This is the second and ultimate book in the series, where destiny's gears grind in the hands of the least likely.

Prepare for enchanted mishaps and mystical threats in a nearing Christma-eh, Middlewinter, that's brewing more than just frost. These two books, 'Frosted Cogs of Fall' and 'Winter's Fold, ' form a delightful 'two-book trilogy'-a quirky, satirical romp through beguiling realms. You might even find yourself sporting a mild smile while reading through it.

Some marketing department might have invented a slogan: 'Chaos doesn't just knock-it huffs, puffs, and blows the doors off!' (But we couldn't afford one.)

Who, you might wonder, is this book for? If your shelves groan under the weight of Terry Pratchett and you relish the delightfully bizarre, welcome to your next adventure.

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Praise for Barry Blitzworth's Books:

'Well, there is magic. And where there's magic, there's hope. So it possibly might have been worse. Maybe' -Jonathan Doebringer, the critic who didn't remember to nail things down