博客來Imagine if Huck Finn was a girl...with an obnoxious talking sword.
The Civil War’s ragin’, every nation’s been magicked into a different historical time, and my dumb sword won’t stop tellin’ bad jokes. Hey, there, lovers o’ fine literature! Jasper here. Sorry you found yer way to this book, but it’s too late to escape now.I know how you feel. I’ve been trapped inside this magick shape-shiftin’ sword fer ages and ages. And to add insult to injury, some fool named it Morphageus. Would it have hurt to call me somethin’ nifty, like ’Sexy Bane o’ Miscreants’ or ’Terrifyin’ Cleaver o’ Vengeance’? Welcome to my world, y’all. Just my luck to be found by a ginger-headed tomboy kid named Verity who somehow don’t much want to be the heroic savior o’ mankind. Talk about selfish! Jeez! At least she calls me Jasper, which is also dumb but at least it don’t sound like somethin’ you can catch from raw sewage. Anyways, me and Verity are on the run from a trainload o’ trouble (demons, monsters, the usual stuff) sent by a bunch of black sorcerers called the Honourable Merchantry. They want her and me so they can make the world an even more awful, violent place than it already is. That fuels their evil magick. (my magick comes from my natural cuteness and renowned wit, o’ course). We reckon they ought not be allowed to get their villainous way. It’d be quite the blot on my spotless record. But my biggest problem is Verity, who don’t appreciate me introducin’ her to life’s finer things, like drinkin’ whiskey and smokin’ stogies. Some people don’t know how to live. The ingratitude!
Filled with allusions to classic literature and actual historical events, ’Jasper’s Magick Corset’ pokes gentle fun at the young adult ’you’re the chosen one’ genre.
