The thing about a novel unwritten, is that for all intents and purposes these words should not be writ. What you see here is a book unscribed, a compendium uncomposed, a tome unprinted. This is a story that, by rights and reason, should not be retold. Thus, all that is bound within this volume is technically a farce: one should not take notice of its morals or gush along with its plotline or revel in the atrociousness of its villians nor the virtue of its heroes.

So this, here, is the Get Out Clause. If you have no need or will or justification to take your time reading a book that has not been written, then you may depart and hope never to encounter this work ever again in your monochrome life.

However, should a book of untellable tales and unscribable stories incite you to read further into these supposed blank pages, then the author bids thee delve onwards, and wishes you good luck on your journey through this abyss of a book.

Read on if you wish: only then will you know what an unwritten novel entails.