Dearest Reader, I guess that's what I'll call you, if you exist. When Josh sat in the Night Fowl and told me he wanted to write how I got the moniker, Bad Penny, I thought he was a pint short and offered to help him with a transfusion. He insisted he was largely mentally stable and that people would eat up a story about our grubby little revolution. We'll see. He asked me to write you this petite love note because you are the shiny Advanced Readers, and he expects to publish the book at New...
over 1 year ago • 1 min read