A man of infinite jest, Pocket has been Lear’s cherished fool for years, from the time the king’s grown daughters – selfish, scheming Goneril, sadistic but hot Regan, and sweet, loyal Cordelia – were mere girls. So he can see trouble brewing when Lear demands that his kids swear their undying love and devotion before a collection of assembled guests. Of course Goneril and Regan are only too happy to brownnose Dad. But Cordelia’s blunt honesty ends up costing her her rightful share of the kingdom and earns her a banishment to boot. The only person who can possibly make things right is Pocket, who has already managed to sidestep catastrophe on numerous occasions, using his razor-sharp mind, rapier wit and the equally well-honed daggers he keeps conveniently hidden behind his back. He’s going to have to do some very fancy maneuvering – cast some spells, incite a few assassinations, start a war or two (the usual stuff) – and shag every lusciously shaggable wench who’s amenable along the way. Pocket may be a fool . . . but he’s definitely not an idiot.