Not to tip my own velvet — wait, is that the correct phrase? — but my short story in DAW Books’ sci-fi anthology goes on sale tomorrow at Amazon.
Tell your friends, tell your enemies, and if you can’t find any wood bring in the whole fucking shed.
Whoops went into Withnail mode there, sorry.
And what’s $8? You could get green eggs and ham for breakfast or you could read my story and learn why the English poet William Blake has poppy seeds in his trench coat and is stuck in the Bish o Prick section of the trenches during WW1.