I walked in with The Werewolf Book and a notepad to sort some things out for something I'm writing.  One of the baristas complimented my Halloween shirt.  Another barista nodded and said, "Oh, yeah, great book."  We talked about it for a few minutes and she took my email address so I won't miss as many local pagan events just because I refuse to be ( Read more... )

( Dreams of the Mag 7: vampires, ballistae, and trouble, oh my! )