Since starting this thing, the most fun I’ve had is locating the old books in the wild and I feel as I get further into the series, this will become increasingly infrequent. But fortunately, for now I’m not forced to eBay at every turn, especially since I have a minion keeping his beady eye out for me in lands afar. And indeed, he’s come up with the goods, finding what must be a very well traveled 1989 copy of Temple of Terror in a Youth Hostel out in the Shetlands; a place once famous for ponies, but now for a quest to retrieve the five dragon artifacts.
To reach me, the book is doing something like this –
I believe he has however sent it to me in packaging labelled in a way which suggests that I touch monkeys, or more specifically ‘juggle their balls’. I hate you, Mark.