What with the glorious sunshine, this seemed like a good week to let another of my old tales out into the Pasture for Elderly Stories. This particular tale is called "The New God" and is even now munching in leisurely fashion at the pasture's lush green grass, while "The Dwarf" and "The City of Bells" come back inside. To give it a sugarlump or a quick scratch behind the ear, just click here.
Next week, I can promise you the tale of The Murrain and how it came to Otherwhile. And beyond that, well, we'll have to see.