A Solipsism Of The Tongue

The posh and orderly gent by the name of Nicholas was correct about the day being an exciting one...but for the wrong reasons in all his oblivion. For upon an encounter with the mysterious William, a floating and prolix telekinetic book with reality-bending capabilities, all events turn to disruptive madness as swiftly as does a brick plummet from a tower. Faced by the sudden and harsh realities of absurdly bizarre creatures and characters, of Necropolises and slain wastelands, and of even the very natures of humanity and the societies it constructs upon such a weak cornerstone, it will take Nicholas all of the wit he has to claw his way out of the insanity of the world with which he is suddenly presented with--if that is even an option in this slightly existentialist scite-poast of the highest quality of obfuscating immaturity.