In the very driest, sourest corner of Blughen was a broken house. The door didn't close, and nobody cared. There was nothing of value to steal and the owner of the house was meaner than anything or anyone that might try to invade. The roof would have leaked if there had ever been rain. The owner of the house was an old hag of a woman named Snork. Maybe she hadn't always been so mean, but her parents had named her Snork, and there just isn't much recovery from that. The other inhabitants of the house were a considerable number of rats, a troublesome raven that did not care for catching rats, an obese skunkbear (also, not a rat-catcher), and one small, scared girl named Periwinkle. This is where our story begins.

Herein lie the adventures of Periwinkle as she is reluctantly flung into a story that will lead her through dark valleys, magical towers, and battles not of her own making.