Aw, hell. Rejected. I’m not surprised at this point, but that’s too damned bad.
The rejection letter reads:
Unfortunately we are not going to be able to accept Urban Shaman. I enjoyed the work, but we have very, very few slots for new novelists.
Fiddlesticks.
Bastids!
Shit. Shit-shit-shit.
It’s an amazing book Catie, you need to keep sending it out.
Where are you sending it next? (:
Don’t worry, they’ll get theirs when we take over the world.