Hee hee. Thank you for freeing me of any obligation to read this rubbish. My love of badfic knows no bounds, but when it's badfic someone was paid a zillion dollars to write, it's more than a little depressing.

When the revolution comes, however, renowned author Dan Brown is going to find his professorial self facing a particularly gorgeous and brilliant firing squad. Hard to believe their delicately turned ankles can support the weight of all those Kalashnikovs, but they can...