light reading wear, some edge wear to the more (more so at the corners)
Rossamund Bookchild is finally becoming a lamplighter. Sworn into the Emperors service, his duty is to light the lamps along the Emperor's highways, and protect all travellers from the ferocious bogles that live in the wild. But he's found it no easier to fit in with the lamplighters than he ever has - always too small and too meek, his loneliness continues no matter how hard he tries to succeed.
But when a haughty young girl, a member of a suspiciously-regarded society of all women teratologists is forced upon the lamplighters for training, Rossamund might no longer be the most despised soul around.