Over the years, I’ve written a fair number of short stories, articles, the occasional speech… Most of them are collected in various anthologies, but some are free to read online from magazines, or right here if you so choose!
None of this art has anything to do with the short stories, I just always kinda liked these.
This is a toad. Please make a note of it.
This is a photo of a very tiny bee, which I took with a camera that did not actually have a macro lens, but I rigged a makeshift one using a toilet paper tube and some ingenuity.
This is a ridiculously tiny frog on a leaf
One of a series of encouraging monsters!
An African Jacana on hippos, based on a bunch of photos I took at Chobe National Park in Botswana.
This species of caterpillar is called the “Spiny Oak Slug” so I bet your name doesn’t seem so bad now, does it?
The moon came up and the sun went down. The moonbeams went shattering down to the ground and the jackalope wives took off their skins and danced. – Jackalope Wives
Nebula Award Winner for Best Short Story 2015
WSFA Small Press Award Winner 2015
Grandma Harken lived on the edge of town, in a house with its back to the desert… – The Tomato Thief
Hugo Award Winner for Best Novelette 2016
WSFA Small Press Award Winner 2016
Once upon a time there was a man who built two enormous machines, and he loved them very much… – Metal Like Blood In The Dark
Hugo Award Winner for Best Short Story 2019
WSFA Small Press Award Winner 2019
“What gets me,” said one of the men finally, “what really gets me is that she went and married the blacksmith.”– The Rose MacGregor Drinking And Admiration Society
Hugo Award Finalist for Best Short Story
Allpa received the magic sword from his grandmother, as she lay dying.
“I’m afraid I don’t really need a sword, grandma,” he said. – Sun, Moon, Dust
Hugo Award Finalist for Best Short Story
Read onlineThe real problem with Susan, in the end, was not that she was no longer Narnia’s friend. It was that she had already been its lover. – Elegant and Fine
Read onlineYou came to me in your cloak made of tatters, with the dog made of bone at your side… – Godmother
Read onlineShe really hadn’t known.
No one believed her, of course. The more sympathetic among her friends said “Oh, poor Althea, you must have been terrified, of course you couldn’t tell anyone.” Her detractors—her sisters foremost among them—all said “Of course she knew. She just didn’t care. Those poor women.” – Bluebeard’s Wife
Read onlineThe last of the fairies worked in a charnel house, taking apart the beasts that came dead under her hands. In her youth, she had been the last and least of three; now she was the only living one, and even fairies must earn their keep. – Origin Story
Read onlineWhen people think of gardeners, many of them tend to picture little old ladies in straw hats with bright green gloves, pottering among the roses. – History, Discovery, and the Quiet Heroics of Gardening