This is it, Space Crew. The final days of the campaign. I’ll get all sappy later on, but right now we’ve got work to do.
Your Convincingly Commanding Space Captain,
-AC
PS: If I sent you book spam today, it means you haven’t ordered yet!
Happy Tuesday, Space Crew!
First, to start things off properly, I need to give a space-sized congratulations to my friend JF Dubeau, who’s successfully funded his second book, A God in the Shed. 750 orders with a few days to spare. Congratulations!
Onto Cup news! I used to think we had a lot of time. Wasn’t it just yesterday I was saying there was a month to go? And now we only have half that.
I know a lot of you are followers who haven’t picked up a copy. But time is running out, and the best way you can show support is to place your orders before the funding period ends.
Those who have ordered, let me remind you what’s in store with your Recommendations. If you’re one of the top three Recruitment Officers you’ll be receiving this prize pack: 
So join me in shamelessly spamming this book everywhere. I want my social feeds so filled with this book that I miss out on more interesting things and complain for a moment before remembering how grateful I should be. 
Your Spam-Spamming Space Spamtain,
-AC
I stiffened. I had met the contessa once as a child, but it had been with my mother, and I was too young to remember most of it. We were a fairly important Lumen family—one of the most important, thanks to Jiyorga—but that didn’t mean we were cozy with ancient royalty. I’d never been so humiliated and nervous in my life. I could feel her eyes on me, but I couldn’t bring myself to return her gaze.
"What do you wish for, Damaus Ju Demma?" she asked. Again, her voice was soft, but it echoe. . .