The Walk of the Damned
Here I reside in my dank cellar, a pile of potatoes serving as my day-bed, sadly contemplating the single, thin ray of light anemically wisping through the window bars. Having booked m’lady’s travel all over the country (4th Street Fantasy Convention in Minneapolis in June; RWA Nationals in Orlando in July; Dragon*Con in Atlanta and Armadillocon in Austin in August; FenCon in Dallas in September; and Sirens in October, where Skye recently learned she’ll be leading a discussion on Faery DNA), there’s no more use for me this day.
Where have her past travels taken her? Fantasy Literature just posted an interview wherein Skye recounts a very scary late-night stroll through the Parisian suburb of Avon, leading to a gem of discovery the next day. Enjoy the whole story over at Fantasy Literature, and comment to enter their contest for two signed copies of and Falling, Fly.
A stale potato for my pillow. How did it come to this?
Bitter hugs,
Thrall
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