“Go North, young man; go north into the land of the Deceivers. But do not count your steps, for there is no return.”
Drugs, Dregs, and Decay
Drugs, Dregs, and Decay—EDWARD ELDRJDGE
For almost thirty years Mark Foster had worked at the craft of being a writer. He had written with a modicum of skill and a fair amount of success, but that success had dwindled during the current year. An historical novel had sold only a few thousand copies. A treatise on biocorbic chemistry had been rejected by his publishers. And a syndicated column which he had penned for as long as he could remember had been halted after a chain of newspaper cancellations.
The idea, Foster felt sure, would change all that.
Of course Round-Robins were an old device and a Round-Robin applied to a science fiction novel ha
