'I'm a lemming. Jumping off mountains is what lemmings do!' The furry creature looked down and gave a little shudder. 'Not all the time of course…' Bertram eyed the terrifying drop. 'Just the once I should think.''

Bertram loves the sigh of the wind and the scent of flowers. He adores the trill of birdsong. He basks in the warmth of the sun on his back.. None of this would be at all unusual if Bertram were human. But he isn't. Bertram is a troll.

Of course, trolls don't go out in the daytime because of the Man-curse. They don't make friends with small animals. They don't (luckily) waken sleeping princesses with a kiss, and they never, ever become pizza delivery boys. But Bertram is no ordinary troll – and when the sceptre of the troll Kings casts its dark shadow on the city of Dun Indewood, that's probably just as well…

'Shtone me – it rocksh'
'Boggart Tribune'

'A gritty adventure…'
'The Daily Trollegraph'