This is a PSA. Brace yourselves. As some of you probably know, my mother died of breast cancer at a relatively young age. She saw a bruise on her breast that refused to heal and then she waited for months to go to the doctor, because that’s the way my mother did things. It took her 18 months to die. Today I went for my second ever mammogram. Mammograms are very stressful for me, because I have to relive my mother’s death and because I’m always afraid that they may find something. To top it off, they don’t tell you results until a week later. However, having a mammogram is still one of the best ways to detect breast cancer, and I can’t help but think that if my mother had gone to the doctor when she first noticed something odd, my children would still have a grandmother. So this is a gentle reminder: if you are a woman over the age of 40, most insurance plans cover an annual mammogram, so if you’ve been putting yours off, please make an appointment. It’s important.
For those of you who are going to NC signing: there is some talk of BN not allowing you to bring in books from home. If you bring your books, Gordon and I will sign everything you have after the signing. We may have to do it outside or in a nearby location, but don’t worry, we will get you taken care of and we will bring book plates so you can take them home and stick them on the books you don’t bring.
Thank you to everyone who suggested awesome names on the last post. Now I’ve got the second question for you: favorite male name with medieval flair. Bonus points for Scandinavian origin. 🙂
Your help is much appreciated.
The void gnawed at him, the big raw hole where Roland’s presence used to be. It hurt. Hugh grit his teeth and forced himself to concentrate on the head on the table in front of him.
“When?” he asked.
“Six days ago,” Stoyan said. “He was out. He’d quit after you were forced out. He took a teaching job in Chattanooga. Taught high school French. He wasn’t a threat to anyone. They killed him anyway. I came to convince him to meet with you. I was too late.”
His throbbing head made it hard to think. “Camilla?”
Stoyan shook his head. Rene’s wife didn’t make it. Pain stabbed at him, fueling his rage.
“Dead,” Bale said.
“Purdue, Rockfort, Ivanova, all dead,” Stoyan added. “We’re it.”
Hugh surveyed the four men. Stoyan, dark-haired, dark-eyed, in his mid-thirties, looked haggard, like a worn-out sword. Felix, a hulking mountain of a man with reddish hair, leaned back, trying to stop a nose bleed. The bridge of his nose skewed right. Broken. Bale sulked in the corner. About five seven, five eight, he was almost as broad as he was tall, all his bulk bone and slabs of thick, heavy muscle. Lamar perched on the edge of the table to far right. Tall, whiplash-lean, and black, he looked twisted together from ropes of stringy muscle. Short hair, cut down to the quarter-inch length, framed his long face. A pair of thin, wire-rimmed glasses rode his nose. He was closing on fifty-five and he pretended to be older than he was.
The second-in command, the silent killer, the berserker, and the strategist. All that remained of his cohort leadership.
“This is the way things are now,” Stoyan said.
“Landon Nez is going down the roster of Iron Dogs and crossing out the names,” Lamar said. “Nobody is safe. We’re all tarred with the same brush.”
Stuck on a picking a pretty female name, preferably of French origin. Need to be able to have a shorter version, if it’s too long, because we are lazy, so something like Constance won’t work, because the only way to shorten it is Connie, and that’s a bit more modern than we need. Connie is too modern, and something like Eadgifu is too outdated. Originally, we had Margot, but she just doesn’t seem like a Margot. We kind of like Isabel. That sounds pretty and somewhat kick butt.
The stunningly beautiful Innkeeper Vol 1 collector edition is available for the preorder. No new material, on account of me not being able to write at the moment, so if you already own all three books, you are not missing anything. 🙂