In a previous life - one where Somersby had been quite content to work a desk job and ignore his father's horror at that fact - Somersby had been mildly interested in publishing. The world of the written word with all the knowledge to be soaked up had appealed to him. But looking at the mountain of papers know he could hardly believe that had once been a thought in his mind. "Seems nightmarish to me." He commented spooning another mouthful in.

"From the stories you've told of South Africa though it should be an interesting novel." Somersby would have to make a point of having someone send it to him once it was released. He doubted the limited magical stores he'd stumbled on here in Egypt would have it any time soon. He'd probably be back in England by that point.