Not talking that Gershon/Tilly movie from a while back, though nothing against it either. Instead, DEMON THEORY. If you listen close, and if you happen to live right next door to MacAdam/Cage’s printer, then you can maybe hear it getting bound. Anyway, that’s the word I get, which I’m guessing I can announce: DEMON THEORY‘s got itself to a bindery. Meaning, yeah, I was lying in that last post, with my within-the-week forecast, but, too, I mean, the original pub date was 4.13, yeah? so, when it’s real and official next week, all that’ll mean is that it’s a month late. Which, of course, suggests nothing if not that it’s pregnant with something. What? I don’t know. There is a birth in the book, though, so, if there’s one around it now too, then, man, all these levels of encasement, of lining your mirrors up so they reflect down into a tunnel you’re kind of half afraid to duck into–it should be some kind of ride. like Captain Spaulding’s, maybe, up-front in House of 1000 Corpses.