Arthur is the first man to behold the strange sculptures of Victoria Bond. A team of giant women haul them off to The Haul when she completes them.
While Barbara Broccoli frets over her Bond movies being able to make her and a handful of people a billion dollars, my fictional Ian Fleming character, is concerned about the Orange Parades in Northern Ireland. Never before in the annuls of history, has there been such a prophetic work of literature – still in the works – like my novel ‘The Royal Janitor’. This makes me the foremost Prophet of our age. Who saw this coming? I did! No prophet has ever been so punished and oppressed as I have been. The Broccoli Bond has been drafted to save a Bond Movie………while I fix my sites to save Britania!
I thank my two muses, Rena Christensen, and Lara Roozemond, for being my plumb line, my crystal ball, my psychic light that took me into…….The Endless Tunnel! How do things become manifest? I am kin to Fleming via my cousin, who…
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