"We're at Elf-Home Bed And Breakfast built by a man whose name means Oath Of The Elf-Home? In midwinter? In an ancient forest?" I could spot a plot line from five hundred pages away and if this wasn't the opening to a new series, I didn't know what was. "Let's try to avoid any blood oaths or mead while we're here. My life is adventurous enough without inviting the elder gods in for dinner."