Books by Robert Rankin

There is nothing more powerful than a bad idea whose time has come. And there can be few ideas less bad or more potentially apocalyptic than that hatched by genetic scientist Dr Stephen Malone.

Eon Legacy, A Role Playing Game, with simple and powerful systems that give both the Storyteller and Game Masters full control of the universe with simple guidelines and templates and the players full control of their characters. Contained in this book are the Basics to Character Creation (Including Original Character Races, A Template for Custom Character Races, Original Classes, and all the standard gear one needs to play the game), Various systems for Combat and Interaction, Basics to designing entire worlds and Non Player Characters, Standards for Vehicles, Power Frames, Guides for structure and adventure, and a Slew of samples to use. Limitless action and adventure all at your fingertips! Art and even a simple D10 system have been added for those who like to roll!

Horrible demonic stuff oozing out of computer screens! Fido the Dog do Frankie Howerd impressions! Rex Mundi, Rambo Bloodaxe, Deathblade Eric, Hugo Rune and a cast of millions caught up in Events Beyond Their Control! all the loose ends from Armageddon the Musical magically tied up! A comic genius doing the business!

'Ahead, where once had been only bombsite land, the Lateinos and Romiith building rose above Brentford. Within its cruel and jagged shadow, magnolias wilted in their window boxes and synthetic Gold Top became doorstep cheese...'Something sinister is happening east of Ealing.

Hailed as the 'guru's guru', Rune penned more than eight million words of genius including his greatest work, The Book of Ultimate Truths. But vital chapters of The Book were suppressed, chapters which could have changed the whole course of human history.

Not that it's a real dog, Danny's mother would never let him have a real dog, so Danny made up one for himself. And which small ads in the comic books to send off to, so Danny can become irresistible to women, bend others to his will, gain vital inches and fear no man living. No, Danny's not sad and lonely any more.

Darwin, the Educated Ape, sets off on another madcap adventure through time, space and chickens in the conclusion to Robert Rankin's series of steampunk adventures.

THE YEAR IS 1899 AND THE WORLD IS COMING TO AN END!

Another wild and wacky adventure from the Master of Far Fetched Fiction!

It's a computer virus and it's about to make the deadly species cross-over, from machine to mankind. The computer mouse. Formerly known as Brentford, this Thamesside Shangri La is now London's first ever suburban theme park and holiday village. Just give your computer mouse a wiggle.

Robert Rankin's Far-Fetched-Fictional Steampunk sequel to THE WAR OF THE WORLDS!

We read him for his exuberant salmagundi of old jokes, myths, urban and otherwise, catchphrases, liberatingly crazy ideas, running gags, recurring characters and locations, unreliable authobiographical anecdotes, and not forgetting the now legendary 'load of old toot'.

When the world's all wrong and it needs setting right, who're you gonna call? Hugo Rune, of course: a man who offers the world his genius, and asks only, in return, that the world covers his expenses!

Magic, time travel and football: not exactly your everyday combination - but the fate of mankind hangs upon the result. Of course.

History is a cauldron of lies brewed up by Victorian Witches: The Witches of Chiswick.

A hilarious comic fantasy from the bestselling cult creator of the Brentford Triangle Trilogy

The longed-for sequel to Rankin's bestselling and award winning THE HOLLOW CHOCOLATE BUNNIES OF THE APOCALYPSE

Another wild and riotous adventure from the bestselling Master of Far-Fetched Fiction.

The Ministry of Serendipity at Mornington Crescent runs everything. And that is everything. When the Ministry learns of a spacecraft that crashed four thousand years ago into the Pacific Ocean it sends an elite team of paranormal investigators to recover it. A mad alien thaws out, there is hell and horror all around and thousands flee in terror.

Norman's dad fell out of the sky and flattened him. Norman doesn't want to work at The Universal Reincarnation Company and it's God's fault. If He hadn't closed down Hell, then Heaven wouldn't have got overcrowded and they wouldn't have built the extension, and the URC wouldn't be recycling souls.

'To call Rankin irreverent doesn't begin to describe just how good he is at playing with the rules' MIRRORGary Cheese is twenty-two years of age and works for British Telecom as an operator. Gary's a bit of a fan boy and Gary really wants to speak to all of his dead heroes.

He's written a script and he's got piles of money (his dad owns the brewery), but Hollywood isn't keen. The lad needs a director and Ernie needs the dosh, and Ernie only lives up the road. And when Brentford takes on Hollywood, then Hollywood had better pack up and head for the hills.

He becomes funnier the more you read him.' IndependentIt has always been John Omally's secret ambition to become a rock star.

AT LAST!The much-longed-for final part of the stupendous ARMAGEDDON trilogy. And so it came to pass that on 27 July 2061 in the land of Eden, the money-free Utopia, Rex Mundi did toil mightily in his back garden.

No, this time, to save the world as we know it, the lads must contemplate - nay, undertake - the most horrible, the most terrifying, the heretofore untried - REGULAR EMPLOYMENT!!!

A sequel to "The Antipope", this is the second novel in "The Brentford Trilogy". All over Brentford electrical appliances were beginning to fail, could it be that it had been chosen as the first base in an alien onslaught on planet Earth?

Even with all this excitement, you wouldn't think a backwater planet like Earth makes much of a splash in the galatic pond. But the soap opera called The Earthers is making big video bucks in the intergalactic ratings race.

His great-great grandfather died at the Battle of Little Big Horn. His grandfather (lay precher, large sideburns, taste for sprouts) spoke only in rhyming couplets (to please the ghost of his dead wife) and owned a pig called Belshazzar that dined exclusively upon the aforementioned vegetables and did strange things on the back parlour wall.