Completely distracted by visions of golden torcs, I read three chapters of The Man With The Golden Torc by Simon R. Green before remembering I normally don't like first person narration, fantasy, parody or James Bond; as this pretty much sums up the book I stopped reading right there. A good reminder of why you should never choose a book when distracted by Christmas and iron age jewellery.
More Shahnameh - you know, I'm beginning to think the Kay Kavus story of ascending the heavens by eagle-pulled throne is pretty representative of the man and his decision making style. Kavus' son Seyavash has now been through some pretty tough stuff (think Phaedra) and he's now living with Kavus' archenemy Afrasyab. Afrasyab's political advisors have taken against Seyavash and are busy convincing Afrasyab that Seyavash is Up To No Good. Afrasyab's chief advisor is about to visit Seyavash for the second time, and important episodes are repeated three times, we know the third visit is not going to bode well for poor old Seyavash.
Friday's Child by Georgette Heyer is fluff, with extra fluff and fluff on top, but it's Georgette Heyer, so it's fun fluff, even when the main protagonists are a Regency Man-Child and his Valley Girl wife. Genteel misunderstandings, Regency slang, mildly dastardly villains, and men who eat beef and drink ale for breakfast.