W. R. Gingell

When you get up in the morning, the last thing you expect to see is a murdered guy hanging outside your window. Things like that tend to draw the attention of the local police, and when you're squatting in your parents' old house until you can afford to buy it, another thing you can't afford is the attention of the cops. Oh yeah. Hi. My name is Pet. It's not my real name, but it's the only one you're getting. Things like names are important these days. And it's not so much that I'm Pet. I am a pet. A human pet: I belong to the two Behindkind fae and the pouty vampire who just moved into my house. It's not weird, I promise--well, it is weird, yeah. But it's not weird weird, you know?

Between Jobs

"Confined to her couch, Clovis Sohn spends her days and nights dreaming, drifting further away from the outside world with each passing day. But Clovis's dreams are also real, giving her a glimpse into the lives of those around her... When Clovis begins to dream of publishing assistant Ae-jung's complicated life, it brings a momentary interest to her pale existance between dream and waking. Mistress of many secrets, Ae-jung is dedicated, hard-working, and beset by three very different suitors: famous writer Hyun-jun, well-known composer Yong-hwa, and Clovis' half-brother Jessamy. When a moment of unthinking sympathy twines Clovis's dreams with the bored, playful Yong-hwa, she must decide whether to keep dreaming in the comfort of her chaise lounge, or to awaken into a reality that is by no means so sure or familiar as her dreams."--Back cover.

Lady of Dreams

There's a body beneath the skip bins. Fae on the forklift. A vampire in the manager's office. And there's definitely something skeevy going on in the locker rooms. I was meant to stay out of it, but somebody's gotta do something when humans are being killed by Behindkind creatures... Hi. I'm Pet. Well, not exactly Pet. I am a pet.

Between Shifts

Two fae is company, but a company of fae is trouble. Which is exactly what we've got. Trouble, I mean. Well, and fae. Something is stalking and killing fae around Hobart-tearing out hearts and leaving a trail of bloody bodies behind. Fae don't like it when they're the ones getting killed, so of course they came to hire my owners.

Between Frames

What happened to the tie frog? What is the best way of disposing of vampiric watermelon? Exactly how do you get rid of goblins in the spare room? Friends and foes, Between and Behind - all the little pieces and curiosities that make up Pet's new world - are here to be seen and delighted in, and put on the shelf beside books 1-10. Featuring Cloudy with a Chance of Dropbears, All the Different Shades of Blue, and every other Short Thing formerly found on the WR(ite) Blog, along with previously unpublished novelettes and three new, never-before-seen short stories, this compilation completes the main City Between series.

A City Between Compilation

Between Friends

She's not a princess . . . but then, he's no prince. Polyhymnia is deep in enchanted sleep. High in a tower, behind an impenetrable barrier of magical thorns, she sleeps, dreams, and falls ever deeper into her curse. Woken by a kiss, Poly finds herself in an alien world where three hundred years have passed and everyone she has ever known is dead. Luck, the enchanter who woke her, seems to think she is the princess. Understandable, since he found her asleep on the princess' bed, in the royal suite, and dressed in the princess' clothes. Who cursed Poly? Why is someone trying to kill her and Luck? Why can't she stop falling asleep? And why does her hair keep growing? Sometimes breaking the curse is just the beginning of the journey.

Spindle

Don't get too close to humans.That's rule number one. Well, it is if you're an emotionally constipated fae lord. As far as I'm concerned, the vampire could do a better job of keeping his distance, but he's never been that good at following the rules.G'day. I'm Pet. Schrödinger's Pet, these days; depends who's asking.I'm human, but when you hang around with enough Behindkind, it starts getting dangerous for the other humans around you. Humans like my friend Morgana. I tried to stay away, but now she needs my help and don't get too close to humans isn't exactly gunna cut it anymore.I've got the feeling I'm about to find out why it's such a bad idea.

Between Walls

G'day. I'm Pet. Not, not Pet--I am a pet. Well, I was a pet: I used to belong to two fae and a stroppy vampire. Now I'm homeless. I mean, I was always technically homeless, but this time it's different. I just got used to having some kind of family, and now we're back to everyone wanting to kill each other--and guess who the weak link is? I'll give you a hint: it's not the vampire, and it's sure as heck not the fae.

Between Homes

Hi. I'm Pet. Well, not Pet, exactly. I am a pet. Nothing too hard; I just cook and clean for the Behindkind who took over my house. Easy. But now one of my owners has gone missing. He's fae, so it shouldn't worry me, but if there's something out there that can kidnap fae, I don't wanna meet it...

Between Floors

Three years have passed since Annabel defeated Mordion in the Royal Castle and became the Queen Heir of New Civet. That's a good thing, since the Castle spat her out three years into the past.Three years of statecraft, politics, and meeting important people are over. Now, before she is officially acknowledged as the Queen Heir, Annabel will face her biggest challenge: Trenthams Finishing School for Young Ladies.To win her Staff and Crown, Annabel had to deal with a deadly foe, a slightly self-aware castle, and a more-than-slightly-potty wizard. Now she will contend with corsets, diets, and sharp-tongued socialites; not to mention the Old Parrasian revolution that seems to be brewing in the bowels of the school itself.In fact, Trenthams might be even more dangerous and cryptic than the Royal Castle. It's a good thing Annabel has the staff, her cat, and her trusty advisor, Isabella...

Staff and Crown

G'day. I'm still here. Still Pet. Well, I'm only two thirds of a Pet these days, but you might as well call me Pet anyway. Everyone does: everyone but the vampire, that is. Life is more unbalanced these days-cases are cutting closer to home than usual. I thought I was the only one, but there are others like me: kids whose parents were murdered just like mine. Stuff that never fit into place before is beginning fall into place. And my psychos are getting really weird. I mean, they've always been weird, but now they're getting weirder. Why would a fae lord decide to collaborate with humans? Why has the fae steward started sneaking out at night? And why is the vampire reading romance novels?

Between Cases

King Markon of Montalier is at the end of his tether. His son is afflicted with a curse that slaughters, maims, or brutally attacks any woman around him. When a rumour spreads that any woman breaking the 'curse' will marry the prince, there is no shortage of willing volunteers. There is also no shortage of bodies piling up...

Twelve Days of Faery

Life is complicated. I mean, life has always been complicated, but there's a difference between monsters-are-trying-to-kill-you complications and monsters-are-in-love-with-you complications. I'm still not sure which is more dangerous. G'day. I'm Pet. Two-thirds of a pet, anyway: the vampire isn't claiming ownership these days, but he's definitely encroaching. On the list of other encroaching complications is the threat of heirling trials, a certain fae lord, and a mysterious librarian-not to mention the thing that's killing people on Hobart's waterfront... One day, I'll have a normal life. Today is not that day.

Between Decisions

Don't get too close to humans. That's rule number one. Well, it is if you're an emotionally constipated fae lord. As far as I'm concerned, the vampire could do a better job of keeping his distance, but he's never been that good at following the rules. G'day. I'm Pet. Schrödinger's Pet, these days; depends who's asking. I'm human, but when you hang around with enough Behindkind, it starts getting dangerous for the other humans around you. Humans like my friend Morgana. I tried to stay away, but now she needs my help and don't get too close to humans isn't exactly gunna cut it anymore. I've got the feeling I'm about to find out why it's such a bad idea...

It begins the way it has always begun: with a card on Mabel's pillow. But Mabel has been in Underland before, and she's not so anxious to go back. No matter what name it takes, Underland is always bizarre, always mad, always dangerous. There's the Queen of Hearts, terrifying, powerful, and possibly insane. There's Hatter, purple-eyed and undoubtedly mad. March Hare has always been one sandwich short of a picnic, and Sir Blanc is missing his wits. And then there's Jack. Jack the aristocratic son of the Queen. Not quite mad, but not far off. Disinclined to help anyone but himself. A liar. And, thanks to an ancient ceremony performed by the Queen, Mabel's fiancé. Fall into the rabbit hole with Mabel as she climbs through tea-pots, battles the Jabberwock, and attempts to overthrow the Queen of Hearts herself. Don't lose your head. And whatever you do, don't be late...

Playing Hearts

Cold, isolated, and almost a thing of the sea herself, Carys keeps the seashore. It's a simple calling: collect the seaweed along the rocky shore every day before the selkies come out to play. Then a boy washes up in one of Cary's tide-pools: injured, amnesiac, and bearing with him a token of her past without the memories to accompany it...

W. R. Gingell

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