Nick Wilford has a new book, and he's visiting today with an excerpt. How cool is that! ### Botilla woke up in the cramped hotel room where he’d been staying with his friends, Solomon and Crangle. He felt in his bones that he’d had enough, and surely the other two would agree. They didn’t have any pads, or anything fancy that the Harmonians had, but they did have a small TV in their room and they’d been watching the attacks on their countrymen with mounting horror. After seeing another three reported last night, by a newscaster who’d been grinning his head off, he’d fallen asleep and dreamed of Loretania, with towering buildings, a new sense of purpose, and people who loved and respected each other. It was definitely time to go home. Their lives were at stake here. Besides, the welcome sum they’d received when landing here – few Loretanians had carried any money with them, and it was still a relatively new concept – had almost dried up. As none of them had succeeded in finding work...
