Cheerio, and thanks for the apocalypse was booted out of the doors of the giants Amazon, iBook, Barnes & Noble, Library Direct, Sony and Gardners Extended Retail at midnight last night.
The book, wild-eyed and trembling, raced across the blasted, deserted wastelands of the banana republic of Obscure Authors’ Oblivion and is now sheltering under a grubby tarpaulin with my other three other (current) books, NGLND XPX, The Cat Wore Electric Goggles, and The Dog With The Bakelite Nose. From under their raggy shelter in the cold, pouring rain, they will all continue to watch the sleek black limousines of the mainstream, champagne-swilling “best sellers” come and go.
The new book, like the old books, book features strong male leads, mild political incorrectness, and wilfully woefully little to no diversity. I shall doubtless be arrested by the SJW and PC snowflake-police very soon. I am that “jazz hands” resistance movement.