The Holy Father: A side-splittingly funny and raucous retelling of the Christmas tale on a Scottish housing estate

Our path would lead us up the banks of the buckriver, which we would ford at its wide shallows near where the borders of buck and farrow duchies touched. She sat by her, running her hand over the wound.

Gutrun, more concerned for the safety of the child leieth than herself, gave in with reservations. Ida, perhaps it is a good thing that we are a poor little dukedom because that means that no great king would ever ask for our hands.

Miles had not grown close to either of the two center aliens, but if he had felt closer to one than another, it had been the shorter instead of the taller.