My Only Words on the Amazon/Hachette Fiasco

It’s like I’ve got a helicopter. I’m flying over a stadium, maybe something like a Roman arena. Below me, traditionally published lions claw at spearmen emblazoned with lowercase alphas upon their tunics. They circle one another, lunge, thrust, pawing, tearing flesh, piercing skin, skewering, blood and limbs and entrails everywhere. And I’ve got my little mini-hybrid ...