Comments on: It is coming….

By: Em

Em — Mon, 16 Feb 2009 04:43:23 +0000

But…Marky never said the virgin was a woman…So you’re probably going to get a spotty naked guy clutching a D+D guide. Who will probably be fourteen.…Enjoy?

By: Anonymous

Anonymous — Fri, 14 Nov 2008 01:35:02 +0000

Dear Patrick Thankyou for the magic piece of literature I finished about half an hour ago. And damn you to hell to just leave me hanging like that. I am living in a provincial backwater in the wilds of Western Australia - Is there more to this story that I have not been able to find in this part of the world? More please. I am hooked. HELP ME!!Love and LoathingSasha

By: Nathan

Nathan — Fri, 17 Oct 2008 12:48:27 +0000

Hey back! How are ya? What do I get if I collect enough pat points?

By: Captain Joe

Captain Joe — Fri, 17 Oct 2008 00:47:29 +0000

Nathan, you may be fresh blood (hey, by the way), but you have just asked the most awesome question ever!1200 Pat Points to you, sir.So, Pat. Please?

By: Nathan

Nathan — Thu, 16 Oct 2008 23:44:17 +0000

Mr. Rothfuss, I am new to the blog, but I am an eternal fan of your book since it came out. I was just wondering if you are going to write in its entirety, The Lay of Sir Savien Tralliard? please?

By: Kip the happy spatula

Kip the happy spatula — Thu, 16 Oct 2008 17:28:30 +0000

Nice picture Markey.

By: Sailor Matt

Sailor Matt — Thu, 16 Oct 2008 15:45:52 +0000

Thanks for clarifying that one, Marky. I thought you actually had a mini-me, and I was going to ask where you got one of those. Alas, I already have one…

By: Harold

Harold — Thu, 16 Oct 2008 14:15:47 +0000

Pat, what about the release date for book 2, is that correct to be April 2009?

By: marky

marky — Thu, 16 Oct 2008 14:05:23 +0000

miny-me, as in mini-me. And when I say mini-me I mean my penis.;-)

By: marky

marky — Thu, 16 Oct 2008 13:56:11 +0000

Joe: Great job. Ye couldnae tell ye wur fae another country. It's like talkin tae wan o the family. Pure dead brilliant, so ye ur.Kip: I can picture the nightmares you've just implanted in my mind. There I am, trying to go for my morning wiz, miny-me in hand, sleep in my eyes, fumbling in the dark for the light switch. I turn the light on. I am suddenly confronted with Laura's oompa loompa guide horse with its head in my toilet bowl. "Haw" I shout. “Get yer heed oot ma chunky Mr Ed." The horse looks up and gives me one of those stupid horse grins. Then suddenly, I'm twatted in the back of the noggin by something hard. I pass out. I wake up four hours later with a gold bikini on, and I am chained to Jabba-woman. The horse still has the stupid grin on its face.