All Comments on 'The Saga of Tallia the Unwilling Ch. 04'

Lo! I, Ashk'El of Riadsala, reader of exotic writings and cogitator of myriad conjugations, do proclaim upon the Wall of Thoth.

The Saga of Tallia The Unwilling, may its scrolls run to many volumes, is both a tale that which is most pleasing and also some hot shit. I await with interest the foretold erotic action to come in the following scroll.

How very discouraging! Don’t you just hate it when that happens? All that lovely skulking around totally wasted, they might as well just marched up to the front gate and turned themselves in. Thank goodness I know you’ve got a brilliant solution tucked away somewhere or this fantastic series will have screeched to an unexpectedly abrupt end.

Mighty Ashk'El of Riadsala, long has the Temple of Ra awaited your visitations to our holy city. We are also most gratified that your august personage has found pleasure in our humble translations. The most exalted Thutmose-Neferkare has instructed me to extend unto you a personal invitation to visit his manse this very evening for dinner and a most racuous and righteous religious ritual to follow. BYOS (Bring Your Own Sacrifices) -- Seneb the Sub-priest

Fear not, gentle readers, the fifth scroll is already translated and will be submitted for final approval to the High Priest upon the morrow. Soon ye shall see the fate and future of Tallia and Hilarius. -- Seneb the Sub-priest

O clever scribe Thutmose-Neferkare, thou dost make humourous writing combined with throbbing sex scenes. Long may Ra confer his blessings upon you to continue these translations until they are complete.

I raise a glass to you and wish that you live long and prosper. I shall make a libation to the gods in your name.

Felicitations

O Nameless One, your kind words are heard and much appreciated. I shall see that they are passed on to the most exalted Thutmose-Neferkare. Though not today. It would seem that he and the high priestess of Bast, one Isis-Anet, got into a bit of tiff last night. The exalted one, I'm told, got a bit handsy at the dinner to celebrate the visitation of Ashk'El. Then Isis-Anet scratched him and he threatened to sacrifice her cat to Ra. Insults were then exchanged concerning both parentage and the proportions of gentalia. Isis-Anet proceeded to place a curse of impotence upon him and, well, he's kind of in a mood today. He's already doled out twenty lashes to a couple of sub-priests and had the coffee boy castrated. So, in short, I will pass along your praise. Tomorrow. -- Seneb the Sub-priest