Nino, Eaven, and Michel Don't Exist

Get over it.

Neither does Nasdijj. Navajo the dog, I'm prepared to concede. Tim Barrus, probably. But the boys? figments, just like all the ones he's made up before.

I give him this: the whole Cinematheque shtick has lasted a lot longer than A Debris of Stones or even the various incarnations of His Derelict Hotel.

Sit down and write something worth selling, babe, and maybe publishing won't seem so scary.