Sam and the Dark Lord Go to the Queso Monument — Your Copy
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This is the whole thing — nineteen chapters, eleven footnotes, one raccoon who answers to nobody.
Are you tired of future Earth stories that are usually post-apocalyptic, or rarely too hard to believe? Then you haven’t visited Peculiar, Missouri in the year 3080.
I wrote this novella because I wanted to spend time in Peculiar without the full weight of a 700-page novel behind me. Just Sam on the porch, Nestor on the sidewalk, and a question about what happens when a grove becomes someone’s room instead of everyone’s grove.
If the world feels familiar — the Salvation Shrooms, the Gooey Diplomatic Engine, the chihuahuas with their own technology — that’s because this story takes place in the same world as The Tex-Mex Cantos, which is where the full five-species diplomatic crisis, the star-stuff being in the Hawaiian shirt, and the ancient fungal grandmother live. That story is a different size. Same queso.
The porch light is on.
Kevin