Hyperbia

Epic fantasy gets turned on its head and slapped with a wet fish. Elves are snobby brunch enthusiasts, ogres are pacifistic yogis, and the protagonist is a mild-mannered misfit who prefers strudels to swords. Welcome to Hyperbia.

Tubbart Schepps is a tragically named, socially inept, morbidly rotund dreamer who gets through life on the comfort of food and imagination. One day, after a mortally embarrassing workplace mishap, Tubbart stumbles as far away as he can get. Which is the nearest bus stop. There, he’s unwittingly spirited to the fantastical realm of Hyperbia, where magic larks and lunacy stumbles after. A noble elf prince takes Tubbart under his quiver, where the days are equal parts joyous and bizarre. But not all is sunshine and elfwine. A twisted fairy is freshly risen, and seeks nothing less than utter annihilation of the realm.

Irreverent, absurd, and abundantly immature, Hyperbia is the direct heir of J.R.R. Tolkien, if Tolkien had a disabled son who made a few too many pffffft noises in esteemed company.