by Jas Faulkner
I got the email from Sam and Tab shortly before the first of the month:
Can you come to Memphis? It’s a coven meeting and you’re invited!
Why yes, that is coded speech. Sam usually sends her invitations to coven gatherings via owl or white mice in a pumpkin. But seriously, the girls are secretive about their professional gatherings and for good reason. In the early days of the event, they were sometimes overrun by wannabe writers looking for that magic something that would get them published and readers seeking galleys before their favourite authors’ latest hit the shelves. The attendees are all booksellers except for the occasional guest from the book trade or an author or a book jacket artist or somesuch person who shares their insight and experience and usually brings some very sweet swag. In return they get a smallish honorarium and a long weekend at the B and B.
