When two people don’t quite fit into the crowd – he’s the Baron-to-be, she’s the witch – it must mean that they are meant for each other, right? But no. The square shape doesn’t fit into the round hole, but the dodecahedron doesn’t fit into the circle or the square.
The Baron is dying, and the son has found a girlfriend… Will Tiffany find a guy for herself? She’s much too busy taking care of everyone. And something is affecting the way people view witches…
A very fun book.
But… Sir Terry was getting sick already, wasn’t he? *sad* In a few places, of the dialogue feels like driving with a flat tire.