I\'ve awakened in a stone box about the size of a large coffin...
Since when did I become sexy? And why didn\'t anybody warn me it was going to be work? --Eric, elder geek and occasional idiot..
An awful lot of young ladies seem to be up all night, wandering around the halls on the off-chance they\'ll bump into the King when he\'s in the mood for a snack.
Luckily for Eric, he has the world\'s fastest pet rock, a smart-mouthed sword, and a horse that not only understands him, but likes him anyway.
It\'s enough to make a man want to just go home.
Add to that his daughter, the fire-priestess/princess, a couple of lightly-deranged professional magicians, a whole city full of wizards, and enough squabbling princes to resemble a kindergarten argument.
Especially when you\'ve got an allergy to sunrise and sunset, a fire-goddess for a mother-in-law, demonic adversaries, random assassins, and a basement full of insecurities to cope with.
It\'s not easy, being King.
What does that say about my life choices? --Eric, amateur magician, part-time vampire, and accidental king.
Hmm.
I\'ve woken up in worse places.
I\'m filthy, everything aches, and, by the various so-called gods, I smell awful.
I\'ve awakened in a stone box about the size of a large coffin..
