Monday February 16, 2009
Book 10: The Longshoreman of the Apocalypse — Epilogue


Narrator: Live, from the Credomaran stationwaist. . .
Frank Hannibal: King? You? I beg to dif
Lota: Exactly. You beg.
Lota: You beg for food, you beg for protection, you beg for security. Lota now brings you all of these. Lota patched the holes in your station. Lota brought years of food to your homes. And now Lota stands to defend you from your worst enemies.
Frank Hannibal: The mercenaries?
Captain Tagon: Yourselves, you idiot.