Hate Training "UH UH! WHO DO WE HATE?" Bam-bam! Ba-ba-ba-bam! "Nomana! Nomana!" Ba-ba-bam! Ba-ba-bam! Radiant Vision, son of Radiant Harvest, inheritor of the imperial throne, priest-king and ruler of the empire of Radiance, and most favored son of the Great Power above, stood with his legs apart, beating with his fists on a drum, his face red and sweating with effort, and yelled at the top of his voice. "Uh! Uh! Who will we kill?" Bam-bam! Ba-ba-ba-bam! "Nomana! Nomana!" Ba-ba-bam! Ba-ba-bam! Only one other person was in the room with the king, and that was his personal secretary, Soren Similin. He was a strikingly ugly young man. With his long narrow nose, his bulging eyes, and his prominent ears, his face looked as if it had been put together out of spare parts, none of which matched. But when he spoke, as he did now, it was in an unexpectedly sweet and musical voice. "Jab out their eyes, Radiance." The king took his cue, hammering on the drum. "Uh! Uh! Jab out their eyes!" Bam-bam!
