Martin D. Gibbs

Fran ois-Marie Arouet, better known as Voltaire, is back and ready for action Armed with only his wits, his wig, and his mighty cleaver (which he did not have in 1484), our daring and dangerous hero accepts a critical mission to save some very minor characters from F. Scott Fitzgerald's The Great Gatsby. Wait, did you say MINOR characters? Who CARES if Klipspringer or the owl-faced man die horrible deaths? The Universe cares, that's who. Its very fabric could be torn asunder, leaving gaping holes in time, space, and the plot of this very book. Should Voltaire fail, the consequences will be unacceptable. For you, Dear Reader, shall awaken in the morning married to the boil on the Queen of Spain's buttock. Pain, suffering, sex, squirrels, and advanced weaponry pervade this towering work of modern-day literature. Those who hold The Great Gatsby in high esteem will fawn over this nouveau look into its world, composing dissertations on its scope and the in-depth philosophical questions it raises.

Madness rules. Madness consumes. Madness, sweet madness Though Ar'Zoth is dead, Bimb now controls a vast demonic horde (though control would be a gross overstatement.) He murdered his own mother, betrayed his father, and his finger sits upon the proverbial red button. As clich as it may be, Zhy and his new companions-especially the dead ones-are the only ones who can stop him. The drunkard's journey that had started innocently has turned to nightmare. Can Zhy survive, or will he be killed again? Can the mad warlock be stopped before malevolence and betrayal destroy the last hope of a dying land? Willing or not, Zhy must grow a spine, and face a dangerous new world. Maybe he should have shaved.