Book Excerpt for the Day

    Three strands for the French hens, under the sky,

    Seven for the swimming swans, my true love gave to me.

    Nine for the gracious ladies dancing by,

    A partridge for the Red Lord, in a pear tree.

    Tinsel ensnares them all, tinsel entwines them,

    Tinsel confounds them all and in the ice-floes binds them,

    In the land of Kringol, where the reindeer fly.

    (from The Management Style of the Supreme Beings by Tom Holt)

    8*/10.  The complete review is here.

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