Clive is a slave. For thirty years, ever since he was a boy, he has kept the books for Schuyler Distribution. And for all his life he has been subject to the God of his province: Atep, King of Shadows.

Clive is settled. Content. Faithful and devoted. 

But now his master Erwin Schuyler has died and Schuyler’s dissolute son William has bankrupted the family business. Clive, as a corporate asset, must be auctioned off. He is sold to Charlotte Kelly Clothiers in far-off Riverton, in the province of the Goddess Estar, Lady of Dust.

Things are unsettled in Riverton. Clive is spiritually suspended between old God and new Goddess. He clashes with Julia, the slave he is replacing. A curious suitor arrives on Dame Kelly’s threshold. And a bitter and vengeful William Schuyler does not seem finished with Clive.

This novella, set in an American South of the early 1900s, was written in collaboration with Misha Burnett.

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Penny is thirteen and something of a frantic girl. She has had her eye on Noah for a while. About a week ago, at the Valentine's Day dance, she and Noah danced for the first time; and ever since, Penny has been more impatient than usual. Her romance with Noah is not developing quickly enough to put her at ease.

Then an odd creature appears. This creature, whom Penny names "Fyfe," is ancient and immortal, but does little other than spy on people. He has decided he wants to spy on Penny and Noah. He has also, on a whim, revealed his existence to Penny. And so, on top of her troubles with Noah, Penny finds herself shadowed by a three-inch-tall something-or-other... 

Fyfe says he's not a guy, not a gal, not a person, just a thing.

So he says.

He still has arms and legs and hair and teeth and fingers and a nose. He talks and he hears. I've pinched his arm, he didn't like it but he let me, and I know he's no hallucination. Oh, sure, at first I thought I'd gone totally nuts. I was nuts enough, you know, not insane but nuts enough (because of Noah), so why shouldn't I start hallucinating? I get myself all twisted up and everything disconnects and I start seeing things. I fuss about Noah until my head pops, enough to spill my wits on the ground, and my eyes go witless and do what they want and start showing me this three-inch guy.

Guy. Gal. Person. Thing. Fyfe. Whatever.

Whatever he is, he's real. I'm not crazy. Everything in the world is the same as always, same colors, same smells, same stupid stuff I have to live. Now, added to that, there's Fyfe, too, in some ways no worse than an unexpected crack in your window; and to tell the truth maybe I am crazy, because I'm already getting used to him.

More or less.

You know what he said to me today? This:

"Once I am dead I'm content to be dead. I never mean to be born again. Wherever I fall down to die I prefer to stay — by then I've always had my fill of living; but no matter how dusty my bones become I always stand again. I have been born so many times. I have had so many lives. I have sat with Adam and Eve, watching as they ate in their Father's Garden. I am so very old. I don't look it, however. Call me handsome, if you like; I won't object. At the very least I'm youthful. If I weren't three inches tall I'm sure I'd be mistaken for an angel. If I do say so myself."

You're right. That's not something you get used to, not easily anyhow. What can I do, though, but take him at his word? I never mistook him for an angel, he doesn't have wings and he doesn't shine, but, you know, he is three inches tall, and if he says he snacked with Adam and Eve, who am I to argue?

Currently unavailable.

They are You Must Kiss a Whale, The Wrecker, and Thundershine. They had their time and are now all out of print. You can use the internet to track them down easily enough to see what they're about — and to see what reviewers thought about them. I actually think The Wrecker remains quite good and Thundershine was somewhat misunderstood. Oddly, since they were published by an actual publisher, they don't feel so alive to me. I certainly don't disavow them — I like them all; but I did nearly forget to mention them as part of My Works.

Do check out all three, if you can.

Each of these has been reprinted in one or another of my own collections.

• "The Woeful Princess" in Trapped!
• "Some Things Missing From Her Profile" in StoryHack #1
• "The King's Portion" in PulpRev Sampler
  
• "Ambit of Charon" in Planetary: Pluto
• "Due a Hanging" in StoryHack #6
• "The Fourth Gift" in Cirsova Summer Special 2020
  
• "An Uncommon Day at the Lake" in StoryHack #7
  
• "Dead Neighbor" in Cirsova Fall 2021
  
• "The Impossible Footprint" in Cirsova Fall 2022
  
• "The Unshrouded Stars" in Cirsova Spring 2023
  
• "The Baron of Nevada & His Branded Broads" in Sidearm & Sorcery Vol. 2
  
• "Lament for a Sister" in Silence & Starsong Fall 2023
• "'Twas Bato Did It" in Cirsova Summer 2025 (forthcoming)

The following are books for children.

• The Endless Batteries (a chapterbook)
• Egg Bounce (a picturebook)
• The Santa Mantle (a picture storybook)