I read a poem written for the event by Laura Middleton, limericist extraordinaire. She made references to all the attending authors in there.
Twelve authors, reclusively hiding,
Were quietly doing their writing,
But when cancer messed
With their Book Babe's breast,
They emerged from their caves to go fighting.
They unsheathe their pens for this battle,
And cages of monsters they rattle.
So, cancer beware,
You haven't a prayer
Against Janette's cheerleader's prattle.
The robot dog's up for a scuffle,
The playing card soldiers, a shuffle.
Even Morgan LaFey
Gets into the fray.
And what could survive this kerfuffle?
Oh, cancer, the West Wind is blowing.
The dragons and gorgons are lowing.
You cannot unhinge
And that rascal Edward is glowing.
The cancer has got to be shrinking
In fear that a Softwire is linking.
Mull and his ilk
Sip magical milk,
And guess what the vampire's drinking.
Then after this awesome poem, Brandon Mull added:
Roses are red
Violets are blue
Read the whole blog entry
with lots of laughs and photos. It's a great read and I can't wait to read one of her books! And Shannon Collin Firth is watching!!!! Keep up the good work.