Martin 'Fucking' Luther

Another ten-minute challenge, that in this case took nearer to fifteen.

One of G. D. Holbourne’s less palatable protagonists Martin Fucking Luther was nonetheless arguably his most popular. First appearing in the short story Why, If Not Now and in a number of pieces that followed it was in The Wild Flowers that chronologically he first appears as a somewhat younger man. 60s magician and a thoroughly unpleasant piece of work Martin Fucking Luther nonetheless still fought (such as that might be said) against the always-nameless horror that had already been victorious some thirty years previous to the story’s publication.

And I quote from The Wild Flowers: ‘He did not look down, as did those others stood about the memorial. Like they one of the curiosities, a boy-girl, and not more than seventeen in blouse and leather britches, in a jacket marked with Angel rockers and trophies. It was apt; with his halo of hair and petulant stance it was not difficult to imagine him, having been cast down from somewhere quite divine, to have interrupted his journey here in Abney Park.'