Next, do you have your Novahead? Now in both paper and Kindle editions, Novahead should sear Aylett in the brains of those who give out comfits.
And there could be a prize given called the Aylett Award, for a work that can be savoured by random sentence. A sentence that means something, and some.
Random hits from Novahead
The air was criss-crossed with a density of laws that could strip the skin off a man's head for a moment's inattention.
Recoil is like hearing your own accent.
I'd known the town was finished when I put a phone to my ear and found it was a cockroach.
He had no goggles and I realised he detected the Mantarosa only by the hysterico-gravitational behaviour of the vehicles around us.
He shook himself and stood up in a big way. He certainly dominated a room. It would take a lot of work to kill him from beginning to end.
'A few days ago,' he said. 'I shot you point-blank with a Kingmaker.'
'I forgive you. But don't shoot anyone else. It makes them uncomfortable.'
By the time I realised with horror that life was no mere passing fancy, I'd grown attached to its compensatory malices.
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