An ideal agrarian community run by women and ruled by love and harmony. A city-state that mirrored history's most famous utopian vision. a society aglow with the wit and style that only Regency England had briefly achieved. All were real, all were flourishing. All were waiting to astound and entrap four space voyagers from Earth who had violated all odds by landing on this unknown planet.
He's the perfect Spaceship Trooper: big, strong, and completely brainwashed. He's the perfect hero: willing to do almost anything to save his neck (perhaps one of the only body parts that's still his own.) Bill is in the hospital, vainly hoping for a real foot to replace the satyr's foot he's been lumbered with. Not that he has anything against satyrs - at least not until one grabs him by the foot and pulls him under the ocean. Into a world of unspeakable and endless pleasures! Roaming this dimension of primordial desires, Bill faces dragons and gunslingers for the sake of true love - and a really good beer!
BARWORLD! For all the years that BILL had served in the Troopers, with all the hard beds, hard heads and no creds, any booze on offer was probably embalming fluid, or worse. BARWORLD! An assignment there promised bubbly, brandy and beer galore - enough to give BILL's right arms (both of them) at last some idea of just what they were for. But that was before Uncle Nancy's Cross-Dressing Emporium. And the Time/Space Resonation Nexus. And the Hippy from Hell. They were enough to completely alter a person's perceptions of reality. And, like, totally bum him out.
This is a formal ball, and you'll be dancing with us all: your companion is a Soho New York zombie artist. The Prom King is the Vampire Dracula, dressed formally and very grim; music will be courtesy of an avante garde rock band as old as the stones upon the hills.
It's the HP Lovecraft Institute for Celestial Engineering--and one alone has escaped to tell the tale. It's the kind of school that no one ever graduates--alive.
When the multiverse turns topsy-turvy, then Puissant Lords of the Universe fear for their lives ... the moon becomes a huge revolving die in the sky ... beautiful maidens cavort with dragoons (part dragon, part goon) ... trolls write books and invite knights in for pie ... a bent and ugly cobbler becomes a handsome and occasionally brave hero ... a severed sorcerer's-head speaks sooth (sort of) ... and even the Gaming Magi become playing pieces on the Wraith Board of time ..."--Page 4 of cover
MELVINGE OF THE MAGAVERSE SERIES NIGHT OF THE LIVING SHARK! A SHARK JUST ATE YOUR DISGUSTING SNEAKERS-- AND YOU'RE STILL INSIDE THEM! Imagine there's this mall, and it's the biggest thing you've ever seen in the whole universe. It's so big it's going to take your whole life just to find a place to park in one of its fifty qualjillion parking lots. Now imagine you're the biggest schlub in the universe. Your name is Melvinge. You're on your way to the mall with your faithful dogoid companion Harlan. Only you've bitten off more than you can chew, even if you had ten thousand sets of teeth. You see, there are these Gypies waiting along the turnpike, and one of them will bite Melvinge and turn him into a werewolf. Then there's Shdark, the Loan Shark. What Shdark can't have, Shdark eats. Which includes not only Melvinge and Harlan, but their interdimensional recreational vehicle, the Grabovnikon! Ever have one of those nights. . . ? DANIEL M. PINKWATER'S MELVINGE OF THE MEGAVERSE The weird and wacky mind of Daniel M. Pinkwater (author of The Snarkout Boys and the Avocado of Death and National Public Radio celebrity), invaded by noted science fiction author David Bischoff, has created the ultimate quest!
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