I Couldn't Get This Review Published

[Joyce]

The first to write the Blog is Doug who has Eokxavexa syndrome and grows up with a secret group of Cave people, the Ut'ishsih, who are waiting for the Gods to return at the next Ice Age. The evil High Priestess threatens to bring it on early. When she goes up-top to run for mayor of a small town, evade taxes, become President, and take over the world, Zawmb'yee Nuje becomes temporary High Priestess, but she is being used. When she becomes possessed and orders the execution of her childhood friend, Doug, that is only the most minor of problems that palace intrigues would bring.

Tiglekso! Does it mean, "Don't Worry," or "There are lessons to be learned from tragedy." It's difficult to know, because in the Utd'mbts language there are many levels from the primitive spoken word to Upper Utd'mbts, a form of telepathy and clairvoyance. When the Gods return, they demand the World's Biggest Pizza times two or 100 virgins. Zawmb'yee and Doug fall in love and Doug remembers how to do t'ukmpuxogt, skull shattering by psychokinesis, a minor skill for the rebellion that proves insufficient without backup. And there appears to be no backup for either lover.

Of course, destroying the world and making love are comical. Risible philosophies collide. One must know if the Gods have the capital “G” of reality and respect or the small “g” of mythology and derision. Who are they? Who are we?

Well sure: everyone has a blog nowadays, but only this one will bring back the Gods and the destruction of the world. Well, come on now, the world is so corrupt and decadent so what’s there to save, except that I don’t want Doug to die and I know how much Zawmb’yee will miss him.

Why can’t they stay at Doug’s sealed secret apartment building, full of supplies? Why should they save the world?

Doug is drafted into the battle and he’s not ready. He is so confused. How could they do this to him. I want the sequel so bad where he returns and lives.

Zawmb’yee, I know you love him. Save him for me because I know our civilization depends on it.

Tell me someone will keep blogging the news because I don’t want to leave this world without my favorite lovers who I adore.

Perhaps a slow start because of the poetry which is not to be tolerated in normal polite company, but forgive me if I say who could not love a poet of sensuality with his own language who has adventures in sensuality and who I would gladly have in my bed.

[Douglas]

Thanks Joyce. I'm sorry you couldn't get it on Amazon. At the moment I have no reviews on Amazon. Well, I suppose no review is better than a bad review. I'm editing and maybe I'll delete that one and get rid of the cliff-hanger and just finish it.