To say it was a dark and stormy night would be a gross understatement. It was colder than a witch’s kiss, wetter than a spring swamp and blacker than a tax collector’s heart. A sane man would have been curled up in front of a fire, with a cup of mulled wine and a good boo-, ah, a willing wench. But not me. I was out in it. I’m squire to a hero.Con artist Fisk doesn’t like working for anyone-much less a madman who claims to be a knight errant, a profession two centuries out of date. But he chose the wrong mark, and Sir Michael rescued him from the judgment scaffold. Fisk is bound to serve this lunatic till his legal debt is paid, but…squire? Seriously?Michael is always looking for a quest, so when he’s asked to rescue a damsel from a tower he’s all in…only to discover that he just helped a murderess escape from jail.Now Fisk and Michael must find the lady and bring her back, or face judgment themselves. But can a noble knight and a con man trust each other, when life and honor are on the line? The humorous dialogue and the friendship that develops between the two will make this magical medieval mystery a fun read. -Kirkus