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A Book Signing (Featuring Me and Tracy Hickman)

Saturday is a big day for a number of reasons. One of the biggest, though, is that I'll be at a book signing with Tracy Hickman, signing copies of Man Against the Future and Lost at the Con.

Here's the information from the press release:

SALT LAKE CITY, UT -- Eborn Books at Valley Fair Mall will be hosting a signing of science fiction authors on December 17th, just in time for the holiday season.  
Headlining the event will be New York Times Bestselling author Tracy Hickman Hickman is a bestselling fantasy novelist and has worked extensively in the Dragon Lance universe.
Other authors signing include Mills Crenshaw, author of “The Christmas of ’45”, and Bryan Young, author of “Lost at the Con” and “Man Against the Future”. Crenshaw is a local radio personality. Young is the editor-in-chief of Big Shiny Robot!, the writer behind Salt Lake City Weekly’s regular geek column, and a contributor to The Huffington Post. 
There is no better gift than a signed and personalized book from a local author and no better time to get it than at a signing as big and monumental as this. Eborn Books is located inside Valley Fair Mall in West Valley City. Authors will be signing books from 2:00 pm until 4:00 pm.
Valley Fair Mall is located at 3601 South 2700 West, West Valley City, Utah.


I hope to see you there!

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