What this book needs is giant man-eating plants. And villain POV. And giant space squids.
And a dragon.
And a gonzo attitude.
Right. I forgot for a couple of months that what I was writing here was the literary equivalent of those early 80's fantasy novels with, you know, flaming Clydesdales and bone-sucking web monsters in them. Only without so much awfulness. At least, I hope.
Dunno what I was thinking.
More coffee, please?