Mr. Rothfuss,
Last night I had the most kick-ass dream that I was living through the zombie apocalypse. In my dream, I saved Oot from zombies and brought him back to my house. Since it was the apocalypse, and night was coming, I was prepared to look after him indefinitely.
But just as the sun was setting, you knocked on my door. You had run across several states (in a mere evening), and you were shaggy, but gloriously so. You imperiously held out your hand, I returned Oot to you, and then you turned around and the two of you marched off into the sunset. The experience of being in your presence left me invincible against zombies for several days.
Needless to say, I was rather angry when I was woken up.
On a different note, if I were actually living through a zombie apocalypse, your books would be in my survival kit.
That is all,
Audrey
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My name is Patrick Rothfuss, and I approve this message.
P.S. Thanks for taking care of Oot for me.
That is all,
pat