It's for sure that Malcolm didn't intended to run over the poor badger, but there you are. Imagine his surprise when the Badger turns out to be Inglof, one of the last Giants. Before Inglof enter the stadium called definetly-quite-dead-and-not-moving-at-all he, very much reluctantly, makes Malcolm the ruler of the world. Malcolm didn't expect this at all, at least not from a badger, or at least not from a dying badger... Life is never going to be the same for Malcolm who was used to quite living, now he's one of the most popular beings in the world, that is, the Gods don't think his the right bloke for the job, so they try to convince him to put his responsibilities on someone more suitable. This was Tom Holt's debut in the comic fantasy genre. Many Gods, Norns, Dwarves, Valkyries, Giants involved and one gets to learn that the Wagner didn't have much right about the story of the Tarnhelm. I read this book over the easter-holiday and I can assure you that it was a very nice way to spend the evenings, not as good as plain sex, but still much fun.
