The Russians Are Coming!
Nov. 25th, 2007 04:39 pmI've been home all of 6 days in a row now - a record for this month, I think! Slowly making my way through the glorious stack of mail that our assistant left neatly sorted for us - hampered only by the fact that the cursed postman keeps bringing more of the cursed stuff every cursed day (except last Thursday) . . . In amongst the bills and begging letters, though, there were some gems:
Agency sent my two copies of the stunning new Russian edition of THOMAS THE RHYMER. (Could someone more versed in Cyrillic please offer up a link so folks can see it?) The cover is so beautiful, and there are interior line drawings . . . The Russians have always known how to do fantasy illustrations - my dad used to bring me big picture books back from his trips to Poland . . . I can't tell you how thrilled I am for my own work to be part of this honored continuum.
And in the same stack I found a contract with Arabesque Books for a Russian edition of Swordspoint! It is entirely possible that my agent told me about this months ago and I just forgot; or it is entirely possible that he did, too . . . Anyhow, loud cheers!
And the godlike Bef, whom we met at Semana Negra in Gijon this summer and instantly fell in love with, proved his complete understanding of all that is important by sending us some Day of the Dead cutouts from Mexico City. I've always wanted one.
Agency sent my two copies of the stunning new Russian edition of THOMAS THE RHYMER. (Could someone more versed in Cyrillic please offer up a link so folks can see it?) The cover is so beautiful, and there are interior line drawings . . . The Russians have always known how to do fantasy illustrations - my dad used to bring me big picture books back from his trips to Poland . . . I can't tell you how thrilled I am for my own work to be part of this honored continuum.
And in the same stack I found a contract with Arabesque Books for a Russian edition of Swordspoint! It is entirely possible that my agent told me about this months ago and I just forgot; or it is entirely possible that he did, too . . . Anyhow, loud cheers!
And the godlike Bef, whom we met at Semana Negra in Gijon this summer and instantly fell in love with, proved his complete understanding of all that is important by sending us some Day of the Dead cutouts from Mexico City. I've always wanted one.