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Releases!

Ladies and Gentlemen!

I'm proud to announce two releases today, both shipping ahead of schedule.

The first print run of God Bless You, Mr. Vonnegut has arrived, the pre-orders have shipped, and I'm now shipping signed copies.

The book is 144 pages and retails for $9.99 plus shipping and handling.

The official blurb:

Few authors have had as much influence on the youth of America than Kurt Vonnegut, Jr. He brought morality and humanism to the forefront of millions of minds and into the mind of one man in particular.

God Bless You, Mr. Vonnegut is Bryan's love letter to the late writer, collecting essays, short stories, and other material written over the last ten years, all of it about, or directly inspired by, Vonnegut.

It contains a lot of stories and essays that are near and dear to my heart and I hope you'll check it out.



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Additionally! CDs of the audiobook of Lost at the Con are now shipping!

If you're interested in downloading the digital files instead you can shoot me an email, in the meantime it's a CD only thing. I'll have them with me at signings for sale.

You can listen to the first chapter for free by clicking this link!






Also: Salt Lake Magazine picked up news of our signing on Saturday.

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