There’s nothing in Plothaven except people who want to be lost–and finding them is its own price. In Leo Taggert’s extraordinary Lies Don’t Number, the renowned speculativist takes blah blah blah, third printing on this thing and they go back to hardback? Ridiculous. Makes this job irrelevant, anyway. If you’re going to buy the Collector’s Definitive shit it won’t be because of flap copy.
Man, there’s a lot of column space to fill. Taggert’s editor could draw something. And maybe add an extra paragraph break.
What should he draw? He’s going to draw a bunny.