quixoticI will do open-to-international giveaways before the book is released, and I'm hoping to clear out more of the pending packages in the next week or so.
So, the rules for this one:
1. Leave a comment.
2. Indicate that you have a US address I can ship to. (You don't have to live in the US. You just have to have a US address.)
3. Name your favorite cryptid and why.
I will use the RNG to choose three winners on Tuesday, January 27th. But there's a twist! Only one person can win for each cryptid. So be honest! Name your favorite! Just be aware that the odds are lower for the Aeslin mice than for, say, the swamp bromeliads.
The field guide is here, if you need some help.
Game on!
January 24 2015, 10:24:12 UTC 2 years ago
The North American Questing Beast. First, because it appeared in the first Incryptid story I ever read, and secondly, because I used to spend summers in eastern Oregon with my grandmother, and she would tell me stories about enormous cunning rattlers that lay in wait for unwary children, (and my uncles would warn me about warty toads - as an adult, I remember this and think "seriously TOADS? TOADS were a grave danger you thought to warn me of, despite me bringing home new ones to show off every second day? TOADS? REALLY, TOADS? - and wicked coyotes and little-girl-devouring-pumas whenever the whole family got together) and the first time I read "The Flower of Arizona" it gave me kind of a wistful terrified shiver (despite being set in a place I didn't visit until I was in my twenties). I miss my grandmother, even with her intense fear and distrust of snakes, and reading about the North American Questing Beast reminded me of those mid-morning warnings (always accompanied by a hug and a sandwich and a stout stick to take with me as I explored the brush) and the scent of cigarettes and the unquestionable, unshakable love of my grandmother.