Assassin Recall

The price of being a princess: a disturbing number of people took Fred’s letter seriously (including my mother!), so Fred posted this comment on my blog. Per request, I’ve recalled my flying monkey assassins.


You see, Alethea?

I told you some people wouldn’t realize it was a joke. Now Kontisphile assassins are on the way to my house with piano wire and a taste for vengeance.

Maybe it wasn’t that funny – but YOU laughed and that’s all I cared about.

Love (or at least more than average fondness)


PS. Please call off the flying monkey assassins. They’re outside and I can’t hear the television. I’d shoo them off myself but I don’t want to miss a minute of this infomercial.

PPS (or is it PSS?)
Someone, somewhere just read that and really believes there are flying monkey assassins at my door. That’s absurd. Some people will believe anything. They’re just regular monkey assassins. Now Call Them Off!


(Seriously, she mentions our convention an embarrassing number of times and has only had good things to say about us. If you’ve read the book, you’ll see what I mean. If you get to come to our convention, stop by the con suite. We’ll be serving Deep Fried Monkey Assassin. –Fred)