In Every Book I Write, I Try

Subby Subby Subby," Whispered Goss. "keep Those Little Bells On Your Slippers As Quiet As You Can. Sparklehorse And Starpink Have Managed To Creep Out Of Apple Palace Past All The Monkeyfish, But If We're Silent As Tiny Goblins We Can Surprise Them And Then All Frolic Off Together In The Meadow Of Happy Kites.

Someone Came In All Starfleet Badges Today. Not On My Shift, Sadly.' 'fascist,' Leon Had Said. 'why Are You So Prejudiced Against Nerds?' 'please,' Billy Said. 'that Would Be A Bit Self-hating, Wouldn't It?' 'yeah, But You Pass. You're Like, You're In Deep Cover,' Leon Said. 'you Can Sneak Out Of The Nerd Ghetto And Hide The Badge And Bring Back Food And Clothes And Word Of The Outside World.

It Had Not Been A Long Journey, But The Memory Of It Filled Her Like An Infection. She Had Felt Tethered By Time To The City Behind Her, So That The Minutes Stretched Out Taut As She Moved Away, And Slowed The Farther She Got, Dragging Out Her Little Voyage.

In The Deepest Places, Where Physical Norms Collapse Under The Crushing Water, Bodies Still Fall Softly Through The Dark, Days After Their Vessels Have Capsized. They Decay On Their Long Journey Down. Nothing Will Hit The Black Sand At The Bottom Of The World But Algae-covered Bones.

I Like The Idea Of Trying To Write A Book In Every Genre.