Day Eight: In which I do battle with handwriting (and lose)

Thanks to the Great LJ Overmind, I've managed to up my count of signed copies of Midnight Never Come from two to fourteen. (Not including the piles at Orbit.) On my way to fjm's lst night, I stopped off in Oxford Street and hit the Waterstones there; I did not, however, hit the Borders, on account of it being inside the police cordon closing off a chunk of the street after the fatal stabbing there the day before. Er. Yeah. Yikes.

So if you live in the London area and want a signed copy, here's the tally of where to find them:

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So I will end my travelouge here. Tomorrow I go to Rome, at which point Internet access will likely become spottier. Don't expect daily blogging (or replies to pretty much anything), but I'll update when I can.

Ciao!