I'm writing a novel!
Its working title is WILY THINGS, and the first 44 pages were already published in Black Gate as "The Wily Thing." The short story got great feedback:
- Honorable Mention in The Year’s Best Science Fiction and Fantasy, 2009 Edition, edited by Rich Horton (Prime Books, 2009)
- Honorable Mention in The Year's Best Science Fiction: Twenty-Sixth Annual Collection, edited by Gardner Dozois (St. Martin's Griffin, 2009)
- "An absolute delight. The setting is fascinating and original, every detail crafted in prose with real charm.” --Lois Tilton, The Internet Review of Science Fiction
Yonetta DuRoy, or Yonie Watereye as she now styled herself, lived under false pretenses in a stuffy garret overhanging the Petty Canal, in one of the cheaper districts of Wicked Ford.
Now the Petty could be scenic, up in the high side of town where it slid between steep flowered banks, and the ladies clustered like petals around dainty cafe tables. The Petty could bustle, down near the High Road by the inns and the water market. But where Yonie lived it was not lovely or lively. Dry land never showed even in the midst of summer, and the rickety buildings roosted up on wooden pilings that would have rotted long since but for the water's high concentration of guile.