Or so they say. Who am I to judge? For all I know, maybe the wonderfully imaginative rumors are true. Maybe he really did star in some underground fashion shows for Europe’s daydreamers and boogeyman alike, or share a coffee with a goddess at the edge of the world. Maybe he did survive a night hunted by seven of the world’s most effective assassins. Or maybe - my favorite - he did brawl with a giant over the simple matter of a spilled drink, the sort of argument that usually ends with someone wearing a lamppost like a hat. So please, hold your judgment - at least for now. Besides the world is full of people more experienced at casting judgments than you or me - you’ll only embarrass yourself by trying.

There are quite a few who have turned judging Percy Maelock into a religion. Trust me - you don’t want to find yourself sitting next to these people at a dinner party. The Bazooka Club. The Children of the Infinite. The Winter’s Run Brotherhood. The Heaven and Earth Book Club. They all live by the same creed: Percy Maelock is a liar.