Some say there is nothing more dreadful than the habit of doubt – and none knew this better than Tangle Beamweb.

Every gnome, imp, elf, wisp, leprechaun, troll or sprite comes to know its fair share of bereavement – each ignorant adult claiming that ‘mermen don’t exist’ or ‘dragons aren’t real’ is another loss to the Mythic community, but at least those deaths are quick and painless.

Before the doubt, Tangle Beamweb had been a glittering socialite – her regular appearances in the racy pages of Gossamer magazine, as well as the dreams of teenage hobgoblins across Underland, afforded her a life of glamour, as well as intricate magical protection from death by denial.

But every enchantment has an exception, and each ‘abracadabra’ an anomaly – so when Suzy Philips confided to her gerbil that she wasn’t quite sure whether she believed in fairies after seeing that Santa looked remarkably like her father, Tangle Beamweb didn’t quite die.

But Gossamer didn’t want legless models.

So Tangle wanted revenge.