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Archaeologists are not often consulted by gods. However, Malcolm Blackfire is not a typical archaeologist - he’s also a dragon. So, when the brain of the god Janus is stolen from Thanatos Abbey in the city of Talesend, Malcolm and his assistant Melody Nightingale are summoned by Hades himself to investigate. It doesn’t take long for a dark design to emerge behind the bizarre theft. The mysterious Dr. Henry Jekyll is performing dangerous experiments. A powerful sorcerer named Hyde has suddenly emerged in the Talesend underworld.

It’s not the people in this town you have to watch out for. It’s the buildings. Monster hunter and part-time centaur Todd Crane didn’t ask to be sheriff of Deadwood. For one thing, he’s never had an easy time staying on the right side of the law. For another, he’s too busy trying to find a dangerous sorcerer who nearly destroyed the United States of Neverica. But some men - and centaurs - have greatness thrust upon them.

Todd Crane is on the run from the law. Good thing he’s got four legs. But even the magic ring that lets Todd turn into a centaur isn’t enough to help him escape from Marshal Amy Crockett, who’s got a bone to pick with him. Something about selling not-entirely-legal magic potions. No big deal, right? Hang on. It gets worse. There’s a downright terrifying monster roaming across the West...even worse than the usual monsters one finds out there. A creature that could leave the United States of Neverica in ruins. The Headless Horseman is back.

Lady Cordelia Beaumont is dying. That’s what her mysterious nurse tells her, at least. Even worse, her magic powers have abandoned her, her friends are missing, and her whole world has completely changed. Everyone around her is insisting that magic and fairy tales aren’t real. Even the name of her city is different. She’s not in Talesend anymore - she’s in a place called London.

Tale as old as time, song as old as rhyme...Disney got it wrong. My name is Nick Beasley. I’m the one they call when things go bump in the night...because I can always prove that there’s actually nothing to worry about. After all, magic and monsters aren’t real. At least, that’s what I’ve been telling people for a long time. But now that I’ve been magically transformed into a big hairy monster, I’m not sure they’re going to believe me. And no, a kiss won’t help. The only person who may be able to fix me is the enchantress who did this to me in the first place.