My first readers made me soundtracks for Gideon when it came out. When A.K. Larkwood’s book came out, in thanksgiving, all I did was make her and her wife some beautiful original placemats (”Love Means Never Having To Say You’re Csorwe”) and in return they have spent the last few days texting me pictures of a young dog who is good at sitting. You don’t get those: they are mine. I will give this instead, in my generosity, created by my very first reader: the remarkable pT.
I realise that today everybody is very busy nose-deep in the newest dark book about anxious goths having the mopes (Midnight Sun) but if you enjoy these tunes even a fragment of what I enjoyed them, a fun time is in store for you. There are no spoilers, but there is no point in listening to this unless you have read the newest book about navel-gazing vampires with commitment issues (Harrow the Ninth).
As threatened, before I let myself go nuts wallowing in cosplay and art, I muft acknowledge the gifts I was given when Gideon the Ninth did not even have a publication date. My three first readers gave me an FST, and the first FST I got was from paraTactician, to whom sharp-eyed readers following along from fandom may have noticed the book was dedicated to.
Obviously getting FSTs is the main reason why anyone actually writes a novel, let’s be honest with each other
