Taccic is an admitted wannabe, though he hopes to attain fortune and glory by way of his literary endeavors. A highly prolific author, he has churned out pages and pages, at least a dozen, every decade or so. Highly derivative and often quite contrived, his fondest hope is that prospective publishers will be so disoriented by his mediocrity that they will mistake it for subtle genius and beg him to sign a very lucrative contract. Alas, this plan has not yet seen fruition.