Seanan McGuire (seanan_mcguire) wrote,
Seanan McGuire
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Looks like those eclipses are right on time.

Yes, it's time for the moment you've all been waiting for: the moment where I give away the first ARC of Late Eclipses, fourth book in the October Daye series. Because I am an enormous dork, I literally waited to open this giveaway until I had my book-specific icon in place. STOP JUDGING ME. I am a dork, I embrace my dorkitude. Anyway...

Who wants to win an ARC? About what I figured. I'll have some more effort-intensive contests in a little bit, but first up, it's our old favorite, the random drawing. To enter, please do the following:

1) Leave a comment on this entry. Leave it as a comment on the entry, please, not on someone else's comment. Comments left on other comments cannot win.

2) That's all.

Please don't comment going "pick me, pick me," if you could be so kind. I don't pick anyone. The random number generator picks the winner, and it is a cruel mistress which has never yet picked a comment containing "pick me." Instead, why not tell me why you're excited about this book? I'd really love to know.

I will choose a winner at 2PM PST on Tuesday, December 21st.

Game on!
Tags: giving stuff away, late eclipses, toby daye
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Cynical Nymph

December 18 2010, 23:31:59 UTC 6 years ago

I seriously can't wait for Late Eclipses. The context of the quotation from whence the title is derived makes me a bit nervous for how things are going to play out. I mean, *first* of all, it's from Lear, which is on the surface (as "surface" as Shakespeare ever gets, that is) all about parent-child DRAH-MAH. And second of all, you can't poke so much as the first layer of cells of your pinkie toe into the lake of King Lear without drowning in the deadly and terrifying and heartbreaking reality of nature. Everywhere you look in that play, nature rises up to give a big middle finger to whoever might be facing it at any given moment. And now Toby #4 is titled after Gloucester (who... gah, GAH!) speaking lines about a natural occurrence? A line which is not so distantly followed by a tribute to nature from a natural son who... I'm... not so sure this bodes well for Toby. But I'm PRETTY sure it bodes well for us as readers.

Yeah. I'm nervous about this book. Nervous and excited. Nervcited.