The Everlasting Gobstopper Novels & Stories

Carnelian perhaps. “Minister Goebbels recommended you highly to me, Marenbach,” the man hazards. “Can you do it or can’t you?” One gloved fist clenches and unclenches in vast impatience. “Yes, my leader. I can and I will.” “Excellent!” cries the small man, chest heaving, breathing something unpleasant into the other’s face. “But remember, it must be irresistible. It must draw the masses, you understand. Above all—it must be everlasting. Everlasting, yes! The poison must be wiped from the earth forever!” He jerks convulsively, disheveling a single forelock of oily hair. The eyes dance.

“Fine. One dessert.” “One?” I scoffed. “You clearly underestimate my commitment.” Before she could protest, I’d already walked ahead, stopping at a stall with a sign that looked like a child designed it: THE GOOEY DOUGH BOMB™. Natalie blinked. “That sounds… dangerous.” “Dangerous is subjective.” I handed the vendor cash. “Two, please.” “They’re huge!” she hissed as the vendor handed over two molten cookie spheres the size of baseballs, oozing chocolate. “There’s no way I’m finishing this alone.”