Sticks and stones can break my bones, but wrinkles might actually kill me! just when i think i understand life, the universe flings a magic booger at me. it just doesn't pay to think you've got a handle on things. for example, my favorite customer, mrs. foxladle, got into a simple disagreement with her book club friends over their obsession with youth and beauty. the next thing you know, they're all dead. did mrs. foxladle kill them?it certainly seems like a possibility. but i'm still holding on to the hope that i'm dealing with a rogue magical artifact in the hands of someone with diabolical intent. unfortunately, i haven't been able to figure out what it is and who's wielding it with deadly results. i was counting on detective grym, a real rock of a guy, to help me find the culprits. but grym's lifespan just turned unpredictable. (you could say things are a bit rocky for him right now.) which leaves solving the mystery up to me and my friends. it's just a really good thing i have a cat and a frog and... yeah, about that... i'm really no closer to figuring out how to use them either. holy goblin phlegm! this magic wrangling stuff is hard!