Maladiction

By Tom Morris

A Fantasy tale of vindictiveness thwarted. Maladict the Magnificent takes a cruel pleasure in tormenting his Vizier but the tables are turned with the help of a Genie and a clever woman.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Tom Morris
• Release date: Jan 26, 2012
• ISBN: 9781465803535

Tom Morris

Tom Morris was a professor of philosophy at Notre Dame for fifteen years. Since leaving Notre Dame in 1994, he has gone on to become one of the most sought-after motivational speakers in the country. Each year he is invited to give keynote addresses at major gatherings of executives at hundreds of the leading companies around the world. The author of True Success: A New Philosophy of Excellence, he is also chairman of the Morris Institute for Human Values in Wilmington, North Carolina, where he makes his home.

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MALADICTION

by

Tom Morris

Published by Tom Morris at Smashwords

Copyright 2012, Tom Morris

Maledict the Magnificent, sometimes known as Maledict the Malicious (although very infrequently due to the ubiquitousness of his many informers) leant back and settled himself more firmly on the well-padded lion throne of the hereditary rulers of Tzim in the Land of Belsinor. He smiled benignly at Azart Hath, his grand vizier.

I seek a refreshment of my palate, he said which is wearied by the unadventurous cuisine with which I have been served of late by my chief cook, who as we speak is now being impaled on his own spit. At this his Major Domo, head of the Royal household, trembled, became pale and tried as imperceptibly as possible to edge backwards through the crowd of courtiers who attended the August Presence.

I have been told that a most agreeable and excellent aperitif is to made by an infusion of the leaves of the Quinct bush, which grows on the edge of the Sansomati Desert, in the spring water from the head of the River Ashjard and cooled with fresh snow from high in the Pass of Desolation in the Mountains of Solitude. Arrange for such a beverage to be produced.

Azart Hath showed no flicker of emotion. He practiced maintaining a total imperturbability of his features every morning in front of his mirror, while his wife Jasmine stuck pins into his back and arms. To show surprise in front of the Exalted One was tantamount to insult and invited an unpleasant reprisal. Inwardly he cursed. The whims