A Game of Fundamentarlia

The Chron morphs!

The king spooned more of the mango papaya chutney onto his fried squirrel and tucked in. Art watched in horror. The coat of arms of his house was a flying squirrel, and this act of the king’s somehow struck him as an omen, though he was not sure exactly how. Could this lead to a civil war? Would the king’s son, Mikk, end up having a war with his own son, Tedd? Art groaned inwardly.

When he got out of the audience he ordered some steel-reinforced lace collars and weapons-handling classes for all his children.

. . . stay tuned.


Leave a Reply

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in:

WordPress.com Logo

You are commenting using your WordPress.com account. Log Out /  Change )

Google+ photo

You are commenting using your Google+ account. Log Out /  Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out /  Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out /  Change )


Connecting to %s