Introducing Alan M. Olson, author of Quadrilogy

“I would definitely publish another book with Outskirts. My representative was exceptional. I plan on publishing a final book on the ‘Quadrilogy’ theme, and call it the Second Edition, so, once I’ve gotten it written, I will certainly contact your company. Everything you did was above reproach. I appreciate what you have done for me, and am very pleased with the results. I have published with three different publishing companies; Aegina, from Huntington, West Virginia–which was by far the worst as it took nearly two years for them to finally complete the entire process. I then published with Author House, which I would have to rate as a close second behind your company. The third Company I published with was called Publish America, and I don’t even know what to say about them. They published the book for free, but you never had any longer term benefits from them, and they pulled the plugs on selling the copies without any warning, so they rank as a low third on the scale. So, if this gives you an indication of where you stand (you’re definitely on the top,) it gives you some indication of my experience with publishing houses. As with anything, there were a couple of issues with your company, but in any realm of life, this is bound to happen. But, there were far less and fewer and further between than all three of these other companies. I will stay in touch with you when I get the next book written, and I sincerely wish you all a good day. ”

Alan M. Olson got a B.A. degree from the University of Minnesota in 1985, and has spent most of his adult life writing stories amidst a handful of hideous jobs. He has written stories about chronic narks, as well as fantasies about cows flying and the importance of protecting the environment. He now lives in Minneapolis.

Product description…

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