Preparations are underway for the society wedding of the year and Perrin gets the unenviable task of checking the kitchens for illegal magic. In the midst of the frantic preparations, Frida, his most experienced magic sniffer, gets upset. If a magic sniffer is upset, there is magic. No one appreciates Perrin's discovery. Not his boss or the mayor-the wedding is a society event and can't be delayed. Not those making money from it: the cooks in the kitchens, the seamstresses in the workshops, the bakeries making-wait, did anyone say fairy bread? Behind the doors of the bakery lurks a secret too disturbing to be kept hidden. Tamba, the town between the realms where magic is illegal, is itself dependent on suffering by magic creatures on an industrial scale. Industrial relations scale, that is.
