Great balls of fire

Faced with the redoubtable prose of the elegiac Dan Brown, I resolved to boldly go where only the esteemed Mr Brown had gone, ingeniously, before me. And indeed before us all, boldly and redoubtably into the darkness, a darkness so deep, so proud, so darkly profound, that only an imitation of Mr Brown would suffice.

So terrified was I by the consequences of criticising Mr Brown – not that I would, of course – that I hid my true feelings in a code, so carefully constructed that, so I hope, no one, not one person, not anyone ever anywhere could break it.

I was wrong.

Read the review: here.

For a solution, click this link. Thanks to Brian House.