You'll get your chance. Seriously, it's not like I'm just going to forget about you. Go back to sleep, or whatever it is you do before the book gets written.The comments are hilarious, too.
No, that was not meant to be condescending. It's just that you guys aren't up for another five or six books yet, seriously. You're not even on-deck. I've got other stuff I need to do first. Yeah, yeah, I know. Don't give a shit. Of course you can lift a horse over your head and toss it sixty yards, Vasaris, you're a maximum bad-ass undead muck-a-muck just like I wrote you to be. Your power nonetheless pales before that of my editor and the twin gods Contract and Publishing Schedule. Crawl back in your freakin' hole and watch some ESPN or something. You've been there a thousand years already; you can keep for two or three more.
It's like having a brain infested with overenthusiastic Ren Festers who all have in-depth proposals for new acts. I tell ya.