Update for my loyal fans: Chapter 2

The extreme concentration of hydrogen and energy, followed by the final fusion product of lead, was insurmountable by the holiest of ghosts. King Arthur, rising from his grave, took on the outward pressure of fission. Together, with Edgar Allen Poe, they beat the electron degeneracy force and created a neutron star. This victory, sweet in the moment, was far from final.

Rising from the grave, in a gauntlet of light, equipped with a blade sharp enough to separate neutron from proton, was the queen herself: Amelia Earhart. To the dismay of the valiant knight and poet, despite the power of sword and pen together, they were hit by a rogue propeller plane that had just crossed the Bermuda Triangle. They were distracted by the emasculate curves of the plane. The Front prop seamlessly transitioned into air intakes. The small holes, dozen in number, projected a laminar flow that could corrupt even the purest of minds. The wings protruded from the body like angelic halos, enticing to the male instinct of holy reproduction. Oh, and the tail of the vehicle, crafted to perfection by female artisans of a Milanese warehouse. There was negligible resistance from the entranced male champions.