Christmas was coming in the old bookshop. The bookseller felt as if the holiday... Read More

Together, the bookseller and Barbara descended the long stairway to where Isbetha stood. The bookseller was a bit winded... Read More

Barbara touched his arm, and the four of them were standing before two massive carven oak doors. Long black wrought... Read More

In a small city, on a small planet, third from a small, insignificant sun, there was a small bookshop... Read More

That night, Mathilda grumbled. If you can’t imagine how a cat grumbles, that is completely understandable... Read More

“We have a BWCA.” It was a text from Matilda, the bookstore cat and cataloger extraordinaire. The bookseller was still... Read More