The last week was just impossible. I wasn’t able to get much writing/editing done. Putting the finishing touches on this edition of Adventures in Terror, then on to a few weeks’ worth of editing, cover selection, etc. Hopefully not too many weeks though. Maybe I’ll give this book to myself as a birthday present. It’d be fitting, given the subject matter. You’ll see.
I actually just added this paragraph to the beginning. Explains a lot.
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“My name is Grady Strange Claremont VII. That’s right, the seventh. You don’t see that much anymore, the seventh in a line. Hell, you barely see a third. Much as I hate to say it, there’s just nowhere near the same level of respect for tradition with folks these days as there was when I was growin up almost a hundred years ago, in the gauzy old days of the 1980s and ‘90s. Or, as I like to refer to that period, the death rattle of the twentieth century.”
by Aaron Saylor - conjurer of words and spirits. 