Hear my piercing cry! Note my impressive wingspan! Shield your eyes against the light flashing from my brandished talons! I am come, and shall never leave again! Until next time.

So, I’m in the Toronto airport, terminal one (second only in my pantheon of hated, cruel goddesses to Halifax international, where hope goes to die), where I just paid 10 clams to type this, so I should be brief. He said.

I had a great time in London, Belfast, and Dublin where I partied too hard for my own good,  but also got some good work done. I am refreshed and reinvigorated, and will return to you, my flock, on Monday. Speaking of shepherds, let’s have a big hand for the Bookninja guest bloggers who rocked your literary world while I was away. I peeked in occasionally and was amazed to see the variety and strength of the posts and the vibrancy of the conversation. I hope you long-time readers enjoyed the change of pace (but not too much because you’re back to me on Monday), and that any new readers who followed the guest bloggers here will stay on and join the Bookninja family. Because, in the end, that’s what we are: a family. A dangerous, semi-invisible family of merciless killers. Chokes me up just thinking about it. Sniff.

That all said, I’d like to thank, in no particular order, the starting line up for the first ever Bookninja.com Grand Experiment in Mob Rule: Sarah Statz Cords, Bronwyn Kienapple, Lisa Peet, Heather the Cat Lady, Rob Wiersema, and Menachem “Elvis the Pelvis” Kaiser. I’ll send you emails soon to invoice you for the costs associated with that one party where the elephant got loose and stepped on Heather Reisman’s yappy Yorkshire Terrier. Come to think of it, maybe I should be paying you.