So I get an email from…

Binks the Webelf, the saucy dude north of the border who fights the good fight for free speech and religious liberty against the damp-handed bureaucrats and soft totalitarians of the People’s Republic of Maplegrad.

He wants one of my books with a cool over-the-top inscription, so I oblige him thusly:

“To teh Binksy: Friend of all mankind and close personal Canadian-type mensch from Canadia. You are the Arctic wind beneath my damp southern cousin wings.”

Thanks, Binksy, for the chance to really cut loose! Nobody can say this job doesn’t have its perks. 🙂

By the way, if *you* want a book with a cool over-the-top inscription, feel free to order any or all of my stuff here and specify “One cool, over-the-top inscription please.” Makes the perfect birthday or Christmas present. Also, what better way to spend a day at the beach than by reading the entire Mary, Mother of the Son trilogy while wearing 100 strength sun block and never getting burned. You’ll be able to shout, “In your face, UV radiation! I’m reading about the Woman Clothed with the Sun, not getting fried by the sun! HA!”

One of the great satisfactions of summer awaits you at the link I just provided.