I'm home from WHC 2008, despite entanglements with hordes of infected, diabolical government agents, armored anacro-luddite separatists, and Scottish punk rock hotrod cannibals (or was that just the Neil Marshall flick we caught on Monday?). I met some great people, picked up a few books (reviews coming), and took a bunch of pictures. But first... the quote of the weekend:

"Are you musicians?"
"No ma'am. We're publishers."



Inspiration strikes Jeremy Lassen while visiting the hotel bar.


The Night Shade Books table in the dealers' room.


Stack 'o Wastelands.

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