Q suspects something is a little off when his scheming darling tries to smother him with a mound of marshmallow marionettes. Munching through the marshmallow morass provides mastication munificent for his mandibles.
Nevertheless, he lives a moderately normal life among other humans, relatively speaking.
By and by, he bumps into the devilishly wide-eyed, wide-hipped siren, Alienne , and his life finally begins to make sense.
However, Alienne proves to be less than grateful . She has an unhealthy obsession with sign language. Her horrible fixation on gesture based communication is an unpleasantly unnecessary obsession.
Q soon learns that Alienne has taken an oath never to tickle a human being. The vow is egregious. Q's egret suffers pangs of regret, unable to offer solace in the form of plumes. The egret's name, his monicker, is Plutarch. His mate is Monica. Q gathers the feathers in a sort of defiant, though deferential, nod to normality.
Despite Alienne's sharp fangs, ragged greasy fur, and liquid fabric softener, Q finds himself falling for the siren. Only fate will decide whether she kills or protects him, executes or ensures him. Destiny will decide.
When Q's sole sweetheart is injured in a pointillist accident. Q realizes so much is at risk.
The paint remover reveals... Who? Alienne. The sweetheart. Can it be? His long lost cousin?
Alieene's bared arm bears the same birthmark that Q has hidden since a bairn. And she has started spelling her first name differently, now that it is plain that Alieene/Alienne/the sweetheart and Q share the same surname....Uiop.
Destiny will decide their fate.
Destiny Hoffman, acting as Guardian ad Litem, because.