Skankabel — M.J. Nightingale

THE SKANKADELIC COLLECTOR'S EDITIONA foul-mouthed, glitter-smudged, anti-fairytale for adults who prefer chaos with their cocktails. Served with a splash of British humour and a fistful of sarcasm.Gift it to yourself - or to some poor sod who needs a filthy little fairytale to slap them awake.Once upon a meltdown...There was a fairy with a face like thunder, spider tattoos, and wings that reeked of bin juice.Her name? SKANKABEL.One word. And you know it ain't Disney.Banished from Snareyland for smelling like a skunk, Skankabel is done with sparkles, snobs, and scent-shaming.Armed with a giant nose, biker boots, and a molar-thieving crone named Teena, she's out to prove that confidence stinks better than conformity.No glass slippers.No Prince Charming.Just vengeance, vintage perfume, and a vendetta soaked in sarcasm.For grown-ups who've outgrown happy endings - but not revenge.Expect filth. Fury. And a faceful of feathers.