"So, how do you *really* decide what to publish?"
He looked at the book in my hand and blanched—but his lips remained shut. I slowly opened the book to page one and brought it close to his face, so close I could see his eyes instinctively following the words across the page. It only took three pages of reading before he broke and started babbling. I scribbled it down in my notebook as he spoke.
"StopstopstopI'lltellyoueverything! You see, years ago an agent—I think she was Miss Snark—rigged it u
Published on August 30, 2009 07:14