Summary: Excerpt: In the distance, Lord Kran delivered one toast after another, each taking the form of a poem. He honored his wife -- or wife-to-be -- all those in attendance, the food and drink, the castle, the kingdom, expanding ever outward to cover everything imaginable. "To the enemy!" Lord Kran now shouted, launching into a new poem: "Killing the Enemy" The enemy makes me mad as hell. I punch and sock and kick his mail And bludgeon down his head. The enemy looks good dead. Especially without a head. Long live the killing of the enemy. May they die most thoroughly. O. J. barfed beneath his stool, hitting his head on the side of the barrel. Kato steadied him. "Are you okay?" He nodded, his mouth working like a carp's. "He is a wonderful sap, isn't he. Almost likable in his feeble attempts at impersonating a poet. Do not let him learn of this, but I toast him." O. J. poured another shot, clinked it to Kato's glass, and emptied it down his throat. Then he froze, staring past Kato, his face bleaker than Kato had ever seen it. "Hi, Ogden," came a female voice too full of testiness. The adventure continues… Subscribe to Gary W Shockley Audiobooks in iTunes, or go to garywshockley.com to see more options.
