Understandably, these are even more limited than normal ARCs. But they're worth the read (and the finished books...hoo, nelly). So what's a girl to do?
Give some stuff away, naturally. Specifically, one copy of each Subterranean Press ARC.
This particular giveaway is open to US residents or to non-US residents who feel like paying postage. I'm very sorry about the restriction, there, but I'm in the middle of convention season, and I don't have the spare dollars right now. To enter...
1. Comment with which book you'd like to win, and why.
2. Give your best plea to the Random Number Generator.
3. If you're a non-US resident, indicate both this and your willingness to pay postage.
I will use the RNG to choose three potential winners for each book, and then choose the plea I like best. Yes, that makes it a little arbitrary, but only a little. Winners will be selected on Wednesday, August 8th, at noon PST. The usual twenty-four hour window will then apply.
Game on!
ETA: Guys, don't tell me why you want to win/why you should win; tell the RNG why you, above all others, are the predestined owner of the book. I want you to bribe the random number generator like a corrupt politician. Have fun! Don't just tell me "because I want it." If you didn't, you wouldn't be here!
August 7 2012, 06:50:16 UTC 4 years ago Edited: August 7 2012, 06:52:40 UTC
Returned am I from Ashland, home of plays
Staged by the finest actors and their friends;
I saw there Romeo & Juliet,
In which the tale of one named Tybalt ends.
Now in the play, that's right and proper, but
In life we like things balanced, put in scale;
So justice, in its course, needs must supply
A diff'rent Tybalt's start as counter-tale.
Yet "Wait!" I hear the number-spinner cry,
"I serve the cause of chaos. Dost thou jest
By calling on my art for justice' sake?
The case you make is one against receipt
Of what you ask for. Balance serve I not;
I fear you've made a tactical mistake."
Then do I smile. "Not so, my random friend;
You're thinking in the short term, not the long.
What's just and right for me is true for one,
But not for Seanan's vast, relentless throng."
"Grant me this boon," I tell the number-god,
"Eschew a random choice this once, and watch
The hordes of posters storm my town and street
In hopes of finding me, and taking back
What they think theirs. The frenzy? O, so sweet."
And now it's time to sit, and sleep, and wait
To see how chaos treats my wished-for fate.