“Fids! Fids! Oh, Fids! I gloat! Hear me gloat!” They spun wildly on their heels, jodeling after the accepted manner of a “gloat,” which is not unremotely allied to the primitive man’s song of triumph, … “Ti-ra-ra-la-i-tu! I gloat! Hear me!” Stalky, still on his heels, whirled like a dancing dervish to the dining-hall. “Ti-ra-la-la-i-tu! I gloat! Hear me!” Beetle spun behind him with outstretched arms. “Ti-ra-la-la-i-tu! I gloat! Hear me!” McTurk’s voice cracked.” —
Yes, I have sent WARRIOR, my second novel about the daring Rick Putnam, his Best Girl Eve Buffalo Calf, and his Three Electric Housemates, off to the publisher.
Proofed (thanks for the inimitable Dr. Alma Kadragic)
and Approved (by the incredible Ann Alison MacFarlane).
Look for it in your local bookstore in the Summer of 2014.
(Assuming, of course, that there ARE any local bookstores left by the Summer of 2014)