Long ago in a time best forgotten, the once-peaceful realm of Vaisnisht is about to erupt into rampaging violence interrupted by erotic interludes and lots of yelling. The Cohen, ruler of this troubled land, has become extremely dead, and the fabled Porcelain Throne is up for grabs. The grabbing won't be polite and restrained either, but the brutal kind that could cause painful hangnails. At the center of the noisy drama is Lord Nathen Shtarker, a noble nobleman, though something of a schmuck. He and his proud family stand against the Bannisters, ne Blonsky, a clan as evil as they are wicked. Toss in a rollicking assortment of knights and vassals, damsels and dwarfs, mystical yentas and flying rhinoceroses, plus thousands of colorfully costumed extras, and you have a saga that will make you laugh, cry and question the very meaning of existence. But mostly laugh. At long last, here it is, the epic parody of Game of Thrones, the hit HBO series (and five really long, best-selling novels) that medieval readers have been begging for. With Game of Cohens, best-smelling author Lewis Grossberger has penned (oh, all right, typed) a gut-wrenching, heart-burning, butt-scratching chronicle that is so deeply tragic it's hilarious.