*Richard Madoc, writer as of now, one mildly successful novel to his credit, and no more in sight. No single thing worth saying, no single character that people would believe in, no single story that hasn't been told a thousand times before. Abandoned by inspiration, he seizes the muse violently, shamefully, unspeakably, and something shifts inside his head. He writes well, prolifically and popularly, and success erupts overnight. But Richard Madoc knows that it doesn't really belong to him, and so does a very angry Morpheus. *Source: Back of card