I.K.S. Gorkon
A Good Day to Die, Book One
Excerpt
Chapter One
The faces of the greatest warriors of the past ten centuries stared down at Klag, son of M'Raq.
Throughout the Hall of Warriors on Ty'Gokor, a huge, windowless, high-ceilinged room carved out of the very rock of the planet's greatest mountain, statues of the strongest Habnagh rendered some of the finest heroes of the Klingon Empire. They loomed over the warriors assembled for the induction ceremonies for the Order of the Bat'leth.
Captain Klag stood by a barrel of bloodwine. He found the libation to be barely drinkable, but then Klag had always had a more discerning palate than most when it came to alcohol. In order to accommodate the hundreds of warriors present for the induction ceremony - who would be spending the entire night in celebration - the High Council had ordered the bloodwine in bulk. An Empire still recovering from the economic ravages of a prolonged war was not going to acquire an especially lofty vintage for the occasion.
Still, they could at least have provided something less watery, Klag thought as he he refilled his m ... read full excerpt from: Star Trek: I.K.S. Gorkon, Book 1: A Good Day to Die ebook