Fantasy Comedy Teen

Placed under a death debt to a local king by the actions of her mother, Cups finds she can't grow her wings like a proper fairy should. Faced with a sentence of life without the possibility of flight unless she can fulfill her mother's oath, she takes a job at the castle as the Least Jester - only to find the job riddled with all manner of dangers from cupcakes to tea daemons to earth dragons and, worst of all, daydreaming princesses.

The Grim, the post-mortem chaperone who collected me, is the crankiest Death in the greater Kansas City area. Understandable, since her job is to bag the souls of the worthless and rotten. Apparently I'm so crummy they made me her apprentice. There are so many other kinds of Death, and of all of them, I get lassoed to Miss Buzzkill, who loves to remind me I'm hers with her big green gargoyle finger, pointing and giving me her spooky come-hither. As the Grim's new involuntary Lackey, some of the rules are easy.