It's hard to find a job these days. Art Ellswift was dumb enough and desperate enough to answer a tattered add in a backstreet newsagent for an all-purpose delivery boy. It didn't mention the dimensional travel. Or the killer robots. Or the mad scientists. Or the alien invaders. Or the exploding hippos. It somehow failed to mention that saving the world was also in the job description. Somewhere around page seven. Luckily it was only a short term contract. Nobody yet has survived to get a long one From the award-winning author of SIR MUMPHREY WILTON & THE LOST TEMPLE OF MYSTERY and the ROBIN HOOD, BLACKTHORN, and BYZANTIUM series.