“It’s Nose-to-the-Grindstone time!” declares the Queen of Suspense, living legend Violet Crepuscular. “Actually, I did that for real once and it hurt like blazes! I’m lucky my nose grew back!”
Be that as it may, her epic romance, Oy, Rodney, is drifting perilously close to the end–a literary waterfall, so to speak. Introducing Chapter DCCXVIII. Ms. Crepuscular takes up the challenge of explaining why the title character, Black Rodney, fell out of the story a few hundred chapters ago.
“This was by design–us authors are always doing it,” she writes. “I always intended to bring back Rodney when the time was right. And there’s nothing that heats up Rodney’s temper like Picts!”
You’ll recall (or maybe you won’t) that Picts have abducted the Royal Millipede Inspector and carried him off to Portugal, where he married the daughter of a chieftain. Podiatrist Dr. Whatsisname vanished before he could address the problem.
But what a podiatrist can’t do, the malignant spirit of a medieval sorceror… can!
“At least that’s what they tell me,” elucidates Ms. Crepuscular. “Meanwhile, I am preparing hot dogs with toothpaste–ideal for a holiday weekend!”
Oy! Hey everybody, thet found Rodney. Now the title makes a lot of sense. 🙂