Desmond Mallory wasn't ever lucky, in fact he was quite the opposite. Misfortune and disaster always seemed be waiting around every corner. Tired of his "curse" he tries everything from Hoodoo to Holy water, with little to no effect.
Wispers and strange rumors of a peculiar bookstore that only opens after dark, where many odd tales of "magic" being preformed draws Demond's interest.
Can they cure his curse of misfortune? And why does everyone seem to be talking in horse puns?