The Dice Decided

Oh boy. I honestly never win anything. As far as I remember the last and probably only thing I ever won was a book back in kindergarden.

Now I won a book again. From one of my favorite authors. Before the book is even on the market. Hand signed. And seriously … when do you find an email of one of your favorite authors in your inbox anyway?

Well, I didn’t win because I did something special. For once the dice decided my fate, but why bother? Winning is winning, right?

It is the last day of February and, as foretold, today the Gods of Fate, with the help of my olde percentile dice, shall pick the first winner of a signed, lined and dated proof of Best Served Cold. Can you taste the tension?

To date there have been 218 hopeful entrants from across the globe, some of them funny, some of them sad, and many of them, frankly, lame. But, at least at this early stage of the contest – as with so many things in life – success isn’t about quality, it’s about luck. Therefore I will employ one of my many d6s to make a d3 for the hundreds column. Man, it’s just like being 13 again. Well, thinking about it, it’s not quite like that. My skin is better, my language is worse. I weigh about four stone more. I have children of my own. I live in London, not Lancaster. I write fantasy books rather than read them. I don’t play loads of computer games any more.

Alright, you got me, I was kidding about that last one.

In any case. The dice say the winner of the first proof of Best Served Cold is…

The 0 hundredth…

And…

40th entry. Which is from…

Drum roll please…

More drum roll…

Elke.

That’s all it says. Elke. Who apparently MUST read Best Served Cold before everyone else because…

“…it’ll deport my sorry ass out of the January depression, it’ll make the man I’ve fallen in love with notice that there are other men that mind boggle me (notably you) and finally you’ll sell a couple books more, because I already infected four of my friends with the genius output of your mind and I intend to infect more.”

Yes, Elke, yes, infect all your friends. You should be in receipt of an email from me requesting your address and desired message. The proof itself will soon follow. But don’t forget those 217 of you who were disappointed, there will be more winners, and they MAY ALREADY BE AMONG YOU. The dice will pick another in but a couple of weeks, then finally, on April Fool’s day, talent will win a rare victory over blind chance when I select the completion(s) of the sentence “I MUST read Best Served Cold before everyone else because…” that please me the most. Anyone who has been foolish enough not to enter, may find the details of how to do so here.

Looking forward to Best Served Cold by Joe Abercrombie!