The young Lady Drain lives in a dreary Compound, with no friends or siblings, and no companion except the cynical Bag, a sack of gravel from the driveway. When the visiting Lady Wince steals a prophecy meant for Drain, the latter pours a grave-wind over Lady Wince, inadvertently burning her face away to the bone. Haunted by dark dreams, and crippled by a strange metal toy, Drain and Bag venture through a surreal landscape to find their enemy and ask forgiveness. Meanwhile, a Monoceros, alive on his right side and dead on his left, seeks the Unrealtor who tried to kill him and half-missed.
Chockablock with gross candies, this is the best book about labor, environmental catastrophes, and drunk, angry Oompa Loompas ever written.
Written in 1996 in Taipei, and, I hear, still being passed around the expat community there, this is a sprawling tale of a lost letter X and the end of the world.
A collection of stories about The Rude Mechanicals, galaxy-juggling super robots who never really do anything successful or amazing. They lost poetry contests, they disappoint platypi. Many of these were previously published in Space Squid – this is a “fixer” novel that links the stories together with new material.
Who needs that “old” Bible? This one is much improved.
Indeed, books have been written. A couple are available (try the links), the rest are not available in stores (go figure) but you can PM me and I can send you a copy.
