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A remake of the Little Mermaid where she doesn't die or hate her dad.

A retelling of The Little Mermaid. Nothing like Ariel, but nothing like Hans Andersen's version either.

Silira goes to the royal dinner party and accidentally puts another country on the cusp of revolution.

The Little Mermaid is not what you think. She doesn't suffer unspeakable pain to get the prince (though she loves him), but to save her people.

Queen Wintress discusses politics with other political people, and Corwin and Silira continue to get acquainted.

Silira checks in with her sisters.

Silira dreams of her past, and another dream comes true.

Silira visits her sisters, and Corwin's matrimonial prospects unfold.

In which Corwin returns home, and Silira begins to lose hope.

In which Corwin says whom he loves.

In which Silira goes to a party and loses a little more hope.

In which Silira and Corwin decide to take a trip over the holidays.

In which Silira leaves the land of Aragon.

In which the Falcon arrives in Caer Ebon.

I can't think of anything, but it won't let me publish this until I write a description.

There's a military parade and Silira doesn't care.

Silira's doom is sealed.

A gypsy girl dreams of another world--our world.

Corwin marries the wrong one

In which Silira dances away her last night of existence.

In which Silira is given another chance.

In which Silira does not gain souls for all nonhumans.

In which a girl lives on an island with a fictional past, run by children running from the dangers of the real world.

In which we are introduced to a bad guy, the mystery of the stolen jewel is solved, and two new boys arrive at the island.

The theater, the theater, what's happened to the theater? Especially where dancing is concerned...

The prologue to the new version of my earlier Mystery of Malgrave Island.

Loki, Dr. Strange, and Peter Parker go shopping for food for the Avengers as they assemble to defeat Thanos in the Endgame!

There's an unwritten rule about anger. Most people are born knowing it. But what if I wasn't?

Zendaya (MJ) and Peter Parker, singing "Rewrite The Stars"

I soak up the style of whoever I read, so you can blame Walt Whitman for this thing.