The comic adventures of a modern mythological individual who lives side by side with us in our world. What does she do? She is one who is unbreakable and who possess unimpeachable moral character and strength. She protects the innocent and saves the stupid and unworthy. Her name is legion. Her acts, supernatural, for she is...a Super-Gendered-Challenged Woman! This novel combines the screenplays I have written about her but is also the story of how she comes up against Retep, one of the most evil despots to live in England for the last thousand years, even surpassing Henry the Eighth! Retep's evil plan is to hold the British Government to a huge ransom. The way he does this is creativity new and certainly, there is no precedent or parallel in any novel that has been written before. Read a short extract here:
On 1 April 1950, at exactly 9:45 A.M. G.M.T., the benevolent planets Jupiter and Venus, respectively indicating harmony and love were in opposition with Pluto and Mars, the planets associated with death and war.
And all four that morning were crossing paths with a luxurious interstellar ship called The Jane which at the time was piloted by a four-headed being called Bevy Pastel whose left leg weighed 14 earth tons. The fifty mile long black and silver spacecraft, at the time, was skimming just above our tropopause offering its two thousand fee-paying but extremely ugly occupants a wonderful view of our unpolluted oceans when one of them, an androcentric male with a brain the size and shape of a rabbit's citreous and suffering from cephalalgia from drinking too much fermented metamorphic rock the night before, decided to relieve himself despite the strict regulations which clearly stated that, "NO Sh***ING IS ALLOWED OVER A PLANET"
The process was short, arduous and painful and whilst occurring within a microdash, cannot be accurately described with human words but the solid, which immediately sublimed into vapour because of the low pressure, after being discharged from the silver ship and being of a greater density than the surrounding atmosphere, drifted down and after 53 minutes, wafted in through the open window of 5 Rannty Rd, St Neots, Cambridgeshire, England where it was taken in by a heavily pregnant, Mrs. Dark Jones through her large country nostrils as she washed crockery with her handsome, bearded and trim husband, Pert who wiped up standing beside her.
Later, it was discovered that it was his immense drifty beard and nose hair, which had prevented most of the offensive chemistry from reaching his brain. Speculations by world-class scientists since have come to no firm and definite conclusions of what may have taken place had all of those particles reached his amigdula. However speculation had been rife at the time ranging from a sudden explosion of nasal, ear and bottom hair, which Mr. Jones did indeed report to Dr. Isobel Floozy, his physician, to a range of symptoms similar to Tourette’s syndrome in which, for a time, he became exceptionally abusive even to the point of one day, according to Mrs. Dark, glaring into his own redundant shaving mirror and whispering “What an evil piece of wasted sperm you are!”
However, the full effect of having these Forcealean Acetate and stony urine molecules circulating through that lone female brain as she innocently washed her dumpling plates has been speculated about for years of course but on one item, all the experts agreed on. For the event almost certainly induced labour and just 90 short hours later, Dark gave birth to Quadruplets as expected. Three healthy baby boys, and one girl. Each weighed 15 pounds. Mother and babies were, at the time, reported to have been well although Dark was a little exhausted as Pert informed the press. As quadruplets tended to be, they looked very much alike...