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Reminder - Raymond E Feist

Queensland
DATE Wednesday 25th September
VENUE A&R Post Office Square, Adelaide St, Brisbane
TIME 11:00am
TYPE Book Signing

DATE Wednesday 25th September
VENUE Myer, Queens Street Mall, Brisbane
TIME 1:30pm
TYPE Book Signing

DATE Wednesday 25th September
VENUE The Atrium of Anzac Square Arcade, 265-269 Edward St Brisbane - 20 metre walk from the Pulp
Fiction store in the same Building
TIME 7:15pm
TYPE Book Event
TICKETS: Tickets are $10 for the night, where wine, cheese and refreshments will be served.
Please call Pulp Fiction on (07) 3236 2750


Anyone who likes his work, I recomend they make the effort to go along, especially to the evening one. He is a wonderful speaker, and a great guy (and he looks like George Lucas!).

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mijbril
Sep. 25th, 2002 04:19 am (UTC)
Hope you gave him some stick AJ & told him to stop trying to be George RR Martin.
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