Nightlord: Shadows: 2

Ive awakened in a stone box about the size of a large coffin... Im filthy everything aches and by the various so-called gods I smell awful. Ive woken up in worse places. Hmm. What does that say about my life choices? --Eric amateur magician part-time vampire and accidental king. Its not easy being King. Especially when youve 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. 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. Its enough to make a man want to just go home. Luckily for Eric he has the worlds fastest pet rock a smart-mouthed sword and a horse that not only understands him but likes him anyway. An awful lot of young ladies seem to be up all night wandering around the halls on the off-chance theyll bump into the King when hes in the mood for a snack. Since when did I become sexy? And why didnt anybody warn me it was going to be work? --Eric elder geek and occasional idiot.