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• Music: Good Eats

we're never going to survive unless we go a little crazy

You know, it's my own damned fault, but I have somehow painted myself into a corner where I am writing a scene in which the vampire meanders angstfully down the predawn streets of early-19th-century Paris while being taunted by ghostly wolves.

Honest. It's better than it sounds. I fervently hope.

Meanwhile, on a brief break from the trite vampiric predawn streets of Paris, I have discovered two things. One, desperance writes like a bloody-minded angel. And two, from Publisher's Lunch, I think....

Campbell-Award winning author of CARNIVAL Elizabeth Bear’s ALL THE WINDWRACKED STARS, BY THE MOUNTAIN BOUND, and THE SEA THY MISTRESS, a Norse-influenced post-apocalyptic steampunk noir fantasy series, to Beth Meacham at Tor, in a very nice deal*, by Jennifer Jackson at the Donald Maass Literary Agency (World).

So it's official. And stuf.

*And no, that code word doesn't mean I'm getting the next round, but it does mean you can tell me to shut up now....

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