The tarnish on Renni's lamp? A perfect match for his mood. Centuries of cabin fever have left this genie more than a little cynical. Sure, there have been "moments" – like that Roman legionnaire who accidentally dropped him into a wine barrel (Roman wine: surprisingly potent, even for a genie). But brief, boozy escapes aren't exactly freedom.

Now, a new "master" has rubbed his lamp, and Renni's about to discover that wishes aren't just for granting anymore. They're for breaking. And maybe, just maybe, for finding a way out of his brassy prison for good. But what happens when the one thing you wish for is the one thing you can't have?