Botch is a Troll: a Power-made weapon of the Ilf Queen. But at Botch's creation, by mischance, he received something more than other Trolls, and he questions. He learns. And, like all of his Troll kind, he yearns but does not know for what: the voices their breathless bodies deny them? The offspring their genderless flesh cannot bear? Botch is treading where the Queen's rage may un-make him. Can he conceal what he is becoming? Can he escape?