You're enjoying a quiet drink in a cantina when gunshots erupt. (Not sure who fired first - it's all so confusing.) Anyway, a confident-looking space pilot thrusts his business card into your hand and offers to get you off the planet.
Is that a bit suss, or is this one even worse?
I like the first card best- but after that rich woman in book 3 the second card makes me laugh.
ReplyDeleteAha, a connoser... coinoisew.. a fan!
ReplyDelete*staring at above comment* So that's why I keep referring to you as Hal.
ReplyDeleteMy editor introduced me as 'Hal' to the CEO of Fremantle Press yesterday. But that's okay, because the general manager is called Clive and I keep writing Clunk instead!
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