I'm a well read technosexual who's bluntly honest about all things, although I try to be most honest about myself.
Good luck finding this book online, y'all.
But I'm 34 pages in, vintage semen is officially the scariest phrase I've read in a while, and this is completely bonkers.
Like, no literary merit at all.
I think I can say that cuz that's what Brett Savory, one of the co-authors, claimed to me: it was a work with no literary merit, and that is going to be the title to my truly bizarre review that I already have half-written in my head.
For now, though, I need me some League of Dragons.
PS - I apologize to the librarians. I used Savory's blog as a source, since you can ask him about this. He was pretty gleeful when explaining the premise to me, so he might not mind?
I could find zero references to it on the net, though.