Yeah, right . Ryumyo, the fragging dragon, had it chipped, didn't he? " You've become involved in matters much too weighty for you," that's what he'd told me. No drek. Corps and yaks and terrorists, oh my. And now kings and fragging dragons ... Oh yes, and we can't forget the insect spirits, can we? My dance card was already full, and more guests kept showing up at the cotillion. Frag it to hell and back. I must have been something real nasty in a past life—nun-rapist, maybe, mass murderer, or perhaps tax collector—to warrant this kind of drekky karma.