A few people have asked me how the book is coming, and I know Kahr and Flightster have been struggling to cope in my absence, so I though I'd post a very small excerpt from the novel I'm writing, so they can see their suffering is for a reason
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‘The sun! It rises fast, that means bad tidings,’ cried Agk; the tribes Gakora which, roughly translated, meant priest.
‘What do we do?’ asked Gok, full of genuine concern.
‘We need sacrifice. We must please the gods.’
‘You say that every time,’ put in a third voice.
This voice belonged to Aoghk, the leader of the tribe. He had become leader because he was by far the most intelligent troll of the group. This, unfortunately, led to some conflicts between Aoghk and, well, everybody. Aoghk’s tribe were, like most troll tribes, very superstitious, and Aoghk found that the side effect of his strangely high IQ was a lack of respect for proper tradition and ceremony. ‘It still rains if you don’t dance,' Aoghk would say, 'it always bloody rains.’
‘I say what the gods demand!’ said Agk piously.
‘Which god is demanding?’ asked Aoghk.
‘We must sacra- what?’
‘I said; which god demands a sacrifice?’ Aoghk repeated, he did enjoy these conversations with Agk.
‘Well, all of them,’ answered Agk weakly.
‘They are willing to share?’ asked Aoghk with a raised eyebrow.
‘The gods cannot share,’ said Gok, stepping to Agk’s side.
‘Uhm, no,’ said Agk, but then continued more certainly, ‘no the gods cannot share, we must sacrifice for each of the gods,’ he finished firmly.
‘One for each?’ asked Aoghk in mock surprise, ‘Prak, who provides us shelter with his tall mountains?’
‘Yes, of course,’ said Agk, not liking where this was going.
‘Grimon, the god of cloud, who’s love of the dance brings us rain?’
‘Absolutely,’ said Agk firmly.
‘Even F'achktu, the goddess of little fluffy rabbits, which we eat?’
‘You made that one up,’ Agk accused flatly.
