It seemed like a good day to join the Hittite army. I’d seen the advertisements at the trading-post – “Every day is a good day to join the Hittite army!” – and we were all great joiners at home. I come from a long line of persuadable men. My great-grandfathers had joined up with the Sumerians, the Akkadians, the Amorites, the Old Babylonians, and the Hurrians, depending on whomever was sweeping down out of the mountains with terrible swift swords, or flashing unexpectedly out from the sea on terrible white ships, or flaring out of the desert on lightning raids, at the time.
I would absolutely read a novella-length "It's Like Three Men In A Boat, but In The Hittite Army". :-D
Desperately pawing at the objects around me in case one of them is a preorder link
Reading this again. I love this dear dim-witted boy.
Wow whatever this is it’s now my favourite genre of thing