Bradley sent me this letter after he saw my story about him in the World Fantasy Convention book:
*Sigh* All right. You know what happens when you're bad. Back into the little dark room again, Rory. That's right. The tiny one with the metal door and the grate on the floor, where you have to hunch over naked and hug your knees to wait for when the slits in the ceiling open and the wasps fly in. Go on, now. That's a good boy. Stay in there for four or five days and maybe your nice friend Bradley won't have to hurt you again.
He really is very nice, though.
Most of the time.......