Greer Stothers

DELUXE EDITION WITH SPRAYED + STENCILED EDGES, SPOT GLOSS AND GOLD FOIL. In this hilarious gay fantasy romance, a reclusive sorcerer is forced to protect a cowardly knight after a prophecy ties their fates together. Funny, touching and inventive, this brilliant debut is perfect for fans of How to Become the Dark Lord and Die Trying and Dreadful. In Which Many Dangerous and Homosexual Things Happen. All his life, Sir Cameron has stayed as far away from danger as possible. He is quite frankly too handsome to die a pointless death in battle. But then the Church hands down a prophecy to his fellow knights: the only way to defeat their nemesis, the mad sorcerer Merulo, is to kill Sir Cameron. Short of ideas, Cameron throws himself on the mercy of the one person who now actually wants him to survive: the mad sorcerer. Merulo isn’t thrilled to be babysitting a spoilt, attention-seeking knight, but transmogrifying him into a vulture is at least entertaining. Cameron, meanwhile, is on a voyage of self-discovery. It turns out he’s really, really into surly sorcerers who lock him up and tell him what to do. Who knew? As a legion of knights surround their stronghold, the sorcerer’s poisonous ambitions draw ever closer to fruition. Cameron is quite invested in not dying, but he finds he’s also invested in Merulo. And sometimes, supporting the sorcerer you care about means taking an interest in their hobbies. Even if that hobby is trying to kill God. Even if it might get you killed, too. Fall in love with this laugh-out loud, genre-bending romp full of concussed elves and queer romance like you've never seen before.

Apparently, Sir Cameron Needs to Die

Nicole Hobson

I did consider, briefly, that her mood might have nothing to do with me; that she might have a life of her own, independent of my existence. Only briefly, though.

"Glenda, I won't let you change the subject. You're upset about something non-goat related, and I'd really like to hear it."

A secret people keep about womanhood: deprived of any other form of support, you will end up holding your own tits.

I kicked Gareth's side again. This time, the burly man let out a low fart. "You see this? You see this? And you're saying it's not a shit-yourself spell."

The lesson being: if you're a coward I'll eat your breakfast.

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