London Signing and Prince of Thorns Giveaway!

By July 31, 2012Comms

I’m stealing directly from Peter V. Brett’s blog to announce that I’ll be doing a signing in London!

To celebrate the UK release of CONTROL POINT, I’ll be joining Pete and Joe Abercrombie, as well as the staff of Fantasy Faction. The event will be at Blackwell’s Bookshop on Charing Cross Road. Details are below:

Event Information

What: Signing with Peter V. Brett, Joe Abercrombie and Myke Cole. Here is the schedule of events:

  • 6pm – 30 minute Mini-Panel
  • 6:30pm – Q&A
  • 6:45pm – Signings with all three authors
  • 7:30pm – Mix and mingle with the authors
  • 8:00pm – Post-signing get together at a place TBD

Where: Blackwell’s Bookshop, 100 Charing Cross Road, London

When: 6pm on August 17, 2012

You can RSVP to this event here.

Hope folks can make it out. I’ll be staying in London for the entire week, trying to sign as much shelf-stock as I can. I will also do my best to pay a visit to the MCA station in Woolwich, as well as stand on the Prime Meridian in Greenwich, which is a requirement for all seagoing folk.

I’m hoping to post/tweet more events as we get them set up, and I’m also hoping to greatly increase the odds of you picking up a signed copy of CONTROL POINT the next time you shop at Waterstones, Blackwells, Forbidden Planet or any other shops in the London area who carry it.

And, I figure what better way to celebrate then to give away a copy of a book by one of my favorite British authors, Mark Lawrence. Mark has graciously agreed to give a signed copy of his amazing novel, Prince of Thorns to whomever I deem worthy.

I’ve decided to do that by offering the book to the person who, in the comments section of this blog (or via email), gives me the best excuse for not being able to make the signing. I’ll pick the winner before I head off to the UK, so get those gears turning and come up with the most compelling excuse you can!

And if you’re in the UK in August and can’t come up with a good enough excuse, then I guess I’ll be seeing you on August 17th. Looking forward to it.

Author Myke Cole

Myke Cole is an American writer of history and fantasy who leverages a lifetime in military, law enforcement and intelligence service to take you to battlefields, real and imagined.

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Join the discussion 13 Comments

  • Dan Adler says:

    You have NO idea how much I wish could be there. But finances and timing aside, there’s one problem with me going to England. The accent. I’m a sucker for most European accents in general. But English ones…. I’d never come home. I’d just sit on the street, listening to people talk. Eventually, I’d waste away and die.

    Of course, then I’d get to haunt England for all eternity, listening to the accent (and admiring the cute guys).

    Hrm…. that could be an upside….

  • Shecky X says:

    I will not be able to attend because I will finally be having a personality grafted onto me the evening before.

  • J Crosby says:

    Look I’d love to be there, but I’m no longer allowed in the UK.  I remember visiting my first english pub and meeting some soccer hooligans…then I woke up on a plane back home.  I’m told there was an “incident” involving spotted dick, toad in the hole, and some British Royal Guards.  I’m still paying off the embassy for my emergency ticket out of the country…

  • Scott Sigler says:

    I will not be able to attend, because I will be destroying the country while you are gone. Your absence leaves a very specific hole in the national defense grid, a hole that I will exploit with a four-day barrage of flaming arrows followed up by a company of wild pigs on LSD. Yes, we will suffer casualties, but when we collect the dead we have lots of bacon. As you galavant around the mother country tittering like a teenage girl every time you see your beloved Royals, my army of zombie-bears (with bear-trap jaws, because that’s how they roll) will march on Washington and — barring traffic entanglements — bring the country to its knees. 

    So you have fun in London, sir. While you are away from your post, things are going to happen. 

  • Tim Ward says:

    I’m afraid I won’t be able to make it, as exciting as that sounds to hangout with all of you. I just spent my savings on the edits for my novel, so I’m in that stage of spending.  If any of you ever want to come out to Des Moines, I’ll roll out the red carpet (literally- I drive limos to pay for editing). Imagine that, drive by book signings in our yellow Hummer limo. We’ve got a pink one too, if you fancy. Instead of a magnet that says “Just Married,” I could have one made that says, “Book Nerds.”

  • Tim Ward says:

    I’m afraid I won’t be able to make it, as exciting as that sounds to hangout with all of you. I just spent my savings on the edits for my novel, so I’m in that stage of spending.  If any of you ever want to come out to Des Moines, I’ll roll out the red carpet (literally- I drive limos to pay for editing). Imagine that, drive by book signings in our yellow Hummer limo. We’ve got a pink one too, if you fancy. Instead of a magnet that says “Just Married,” I could have one made that says, “Book Nerds.”

  • I will be unable to attend your signing in the UK because as of yet I have failed to go latent and become an aeromancer. Being able to fly myself there would be my only means of making the signing.

  • Alex von der Linden says:

    I would love to attend the signing in London, for any number of reasons, but the United States Government seems to believe that if they’re going to pay me every single moment that I’m alive, that I should use that time alive doing things for them. Not awesome things, like taking a boat to sea, or playing with nuclear fire. No, the government would prefer that I sit in a non air conditioned office in Hawaii, in a heavy long sleeve shirt and pants, and have zany adventures like Find Out Where This Guy’s Paperwork Is and Explain Things That Should Be Obvious (“No, you can’t keep a dog in the barracks with you. Why would you think that’d be a good idea? I don’t care if you paid over a grand for it. No, I don’t have any sympathy for you.”)

  • I’ll be unable to attend, since I live in South Africa. It’s just a tad far to travel. I also have to fight the Evil Overlord on the 17th August. To the death. 

  • Dora O. says:

    Dear Myke,
    I could give you many excuses as to why I cannot attend your signing in London.

    I could make up some excuse about how my secret superhero alter ego needs to maintain peace and justice in the small New England town that I live in.

    Or I could whine about how the evil villain, Ekym Eloc is on the loose and only I can save the earth from his plans for world domination.

    I could also hint at my mysterious past where I may or may not have been in the employ of a shadow organization and as a result am now wanted by Interpol.

    Or I could just tell you the simple truth — the dog ate my airline ticket.

  • Dora O. says:

    Dear Myke,
    I could give you many excuses as to why I cannot attend your signing in London.

    I could make up some excuse about how my secret superhero alter ego needs to maintain peace and justice in the small New England town that I live in.

    Or I could whine about how the evil villain, Ekym Eloc is on the loose and only I can save the earth from his plans for world domination.

    I could also hint at my mysterious past where I may or may not have been in the employ of a shadow organization and as a result am now wanted by Interpol.

    Or I could just tell you the simple truth — the dog ate my airline ticket.

  • Mia says:

    I cannot — indeed, I should not — go to your London signing for fear
    I’ll be unable to contain myself around the dishy and dashing Mr.
    Abercrombie. Seeing as they probably consider him a national treasure,
    think of the international incident likely to ensue. They might even
    restore the Tower of London as a prison just for my punishment. All
    goodwill generated by the athletes in the recent Olympics will be
    negated.
    >
    > Further — should I ever get paroled or
    escape — Michael Phelps, the Dream Team and all the muscular
    athletes shall hunt me down and kill me. They’ll
    catch me of course because, even if I was a marathoner before incarceration, I’ll
    be much weakened after eating nothing but haggis.
    >
    > In
    sum, going to your London signing will be the death of me. And WWIII
    will erupt. If that isn’t enough — they drink their beer warm. ‘Nuff
    said.

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