While being at Book Expo America is in no way akin to digging ditches or fishing the Bering Sea as far as hard and dangerous work, it can still wear on you. I’m holding up well, except my throat has gone hoarse from all the talking. Meeting after meeting followed by lunch in a loud space followed by more meetings followed by dinner in a loud space followed by drinks in an even louder space and my vocal chords have been sand-papered to something that sounds like gravel in a mixer.
PROLOGUE: A BLACK CONDOR DIPPED her featherless head and flapped her wings, straining for height. Another vulture drifted in front of her, forcing the condor to climb higher in the crowded wheel of circling birds. The condor struggled, her body weak from having little to eat over the past month. The sun had yet to… Read more »