His name is Myhr--rhymes with purr!--he&39;s half- the multi-verse with Terrin, a twisted wizard who&39;s into techno-raves and obscene T-shirt art Displaced fro ho from one bizarre planet after another Their latest hasty escape has landed thes Beatle tunes for their supper, Terrin tries to get them an astral Plane road ic has vanished froicians, the catastrophe linked to an uncanny black fog that rolls through town each night Trying to pick up clues, Myhr is picked up hieous lady Filima, a devious and not-so-very-bereavedin need of a fall-cat It&39;s up to Myhr to find where the ic went before Terrin&39;s oers are drained dry, leaving hi to Hell in an express-mail handbasket