Blog Hop: The Merchant of Death

Hi! We’re Lisa Henry and J.A. Rock, the authors of THE MERCHANT OF DEATH. We’re touring the web taking about our influences, our processes, anything we can think about actually, and even giving you guys a sneak peak or two! And what would a blog tour be without a contest? Check out the details at the bottom of the post to see what you can win!

Today we’ve handed the reins over to one of our MC’s, Henry Page. Apparently he has something he wants to get off his chest About Mac. And eggs. We’re not really sure. We stopped listening a while ago. Here’s Henry:  

I asked Mac to get me an egg cup for my birthday. You’d think that wouldn’t be too much to ask, right? It’s not like I wanted the security swipe to his office and his computer password. First I had to explain what an egg cup was, because even though he was raised on a farm, apparently Mac never ate soft-boiled eggs. Then he was all like, “No, Henry.” And “We should keep this relationship professional, Henry.” And “Your birthday isn’t until July, Henry.”

Firstly, I’ll start keeping this relationship professional when you start keeping your hands off my ass, Mr. FBI Agent. Secondly, Henry Page is an assumed identity, and can celebrate his birthday whenever the hell he wants. So there.

Anyway, here are the egg cups I want, because eggs are the best food ever, and egg cups are full of win. And eggs, usually.


Mac, if you buy these for me, I’ll let you be the mustache.

These guys! Because sometimes I want to feel like tiny little plastic men from something I’m calling Strike Force Delta have died to bring me my egg. Probably while others screamed “Noooooooooooo! He was going home tomorrow!”

The cute, Mac! I’m dying of the cute! I want the green one, and you can have the orange one because of your scary face, and when we find an orphaned foundling in the gutter and raise him as our own and call him Benvolio Augustine Magneto Jedi Page-McGuiness, he can have the purple one!

Hurry up and buy these because it’s my birthday on Wednesday. And also probably Saturday, and maybe Sunday as well.

- Henry.