A Dwarf Stood At The Door
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Our marriage may be far from perfect but I'm glad she's here even when she makes her Grumpy Cat face. I used to be offended when I thought she didn't think me capable of cheating. Now it makes me sad to know she thinks I did cheat. On the other hand, she still considers me a blonde-haired coward with no guts and no business sense, so maybe it's justice after all.
But now what? I've finished my last cigarette and typed the last words of my confession. The story's written. If you're reading it, it's also been edited by my thesis sponsor. There's more of it than I ever thought there'd be, but not a single footnote. There's been no engagement with existing academic discussion and no forcing reality into artificial modes of construction. There's just thirty three thousand words of truth about a man who met a dwarf he later killed. Napoleon Bonaparte, George Hegel, Grumpy Cat, and, still, not everything worth knowing has its own Wikipedia page. As I said at the beginning, it's a crazy fucking world we live in—to say nothing of the worlds we don't.
About the Author
Norman Crane lives in Canada. He writes books. When he's not writing, he reads. He's also a historian, a coffee drinker and a cinephile.
His first novel, A Paunch Full of Pesos, is a spaghetti western.
On the internet, he keeps a blog, has Facebook and tweets (@TheNormanCrane).
Attributions
The sprite used on the cover (Dwarf_Miner.png) hails from the terrific free strategy game Battle for Wesnoth, which is released under the GNU General Public License. The cover is released under same.