Welcome to the world of Berth, a wondrous place of hilarious adventure, magical mayhem, cheeky shenanigans, and, above all things, insanity. Heavy on the insanity, mind you. It is here on Berth, in the realm of Lauria, that many a quest or misadventure begins or ends in a mythical pub known as Elsewhere. Elsewhere is a place of reverence and revelry, where maybe somebody knows your name, and they may or may not be pleased with your presence. It is here that a legend is born, one that will alter the very fate of Berth itself with a name and infamy that shall soon spread far and wide. For he is a bard…of sorts. An adventurer...in a way. And a hero...well, more or less, truth be told.
Enter Percival Pratchet, a wildly handsome, sometimes dashing, yet mostly awkward bard school dropout and the newest of Elsewhere’s entertainers. But when fortune and fame come knocking, Percival must answer the call in a very vain hope of paying off his staggering college debt. Calamity and rotten luck await the bard at every turn as he faces a vast and powerful foe to reclaim a castle for a truly well-meaning and painfully dorky do-gooder. Oh, and to top it all off, there’s a dragon too.
Now Percival must decide which his the insurmountable odds or the highly inept group of adventurers that are his comrades. Basically a lose/lose scenario in the end. It’s a wild and crazy world, Berth, where anything goes. But one thing can be assured. Before it is all said and done, Percival will face great peril with his head held high, and undoubtedly make things weird. Really weird, in fact. Bards....
This was just a painfully boring read, and it was almost a DNF. The author couldn't decide if he wanted to use archaic or contemporary speech and just bounced back and forth. None of the characters were all that likeable and it wasn't all that humorous. There were a lot of spelling, punctuation, and grammatical errors. I spent more time editing the book and making correction submissions than reading.
Evenings about this book was just silly good times! Every song was an opportunity to try to match a pop culture tune to the lyric structure, and ever Percival folly was an excuse to grin