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In 1941, this inventor of the death ray, Harry Grindell Matthews, was
reported in a broadsheet to have died overnight of unnatural causes.
A sword - thought to be either that of a Spanish matador or a Minoan
dancer on tour in France - was inserted cleanly between his vertebra.
A question on everyone's lips, if not the stiff upper lip of a dominatrix,
was exactly what prompted so dextrous an attack? Had "Death Ray"
Matthews as a matter of fact, turned over a new leaf, his back on the
masculine fascist, to concentrate that deadly ray on the booted deva
of this organisation, Heel!? Is the black sheep [of his target practice]
seen no longer as a black brother, ersatz fascist, but a black beetle,
whose imaginary rider, her physiognomy, the skin of her body, is as
polished as her accent, a world apart from the flat-footed patriarch?
Why had Death Ray Matthews, on the night in question, loaded his
sky projector with the logo of the imprint, Stiletto? Did he intend to
let the booted deva know of the astral location of a manned UFO?
MADAME DE MORVILLE writes from the moonlit privacy
of her chateau in the foothills of the Pyrenees to her numerous
and seemingly spellbound admirers drawn from the male sex.
184 pages: 21.6 x 13.8cms
9 Illustrations, 7 by Sardax
UK price paperback, £8.99
Published August 2011
Hardback edition to be published in due course.