Thraxas at War
Chapter One
I'm sitting at the bar in the Avenging Axe, a beer in one hand and a thazis stick in the other,
trying to decide whether to have a glass of klee with my next beer. It's a difficult decision.
There's a bottle of klee upstairs in my office. I could wait till I get there. But there's nothing
quite like a glass of klee washed down by a flagon of Gurd's freshly drawn ale. Having examined my
options for a while, studied the problem using the full weight of my experience, I decide on the
klee. And another ale while I'm at it.
Dandelion, the idiot barmaid, looks as if she might be about to make some comment as to the
wisdom of embarking on an ambitious drinking programme so early in the afternoon. I direct a stern
glance in her direction. The last thing I need is a lecture about my drinking from Dandelion, a
young woman who, while not working behind the bar, is generally to be found on the beach, talking
to dolphins.
I frown. This tavern is really going downhill. It's bad enough having to put up with Makri and
her moods without having to endure Dandelion's own particular brand of fooli ... read full excerpt from Thraxas at War ebook
