Excerpt: An Unexpected Customer

I thought I might have something else written so I could vary up my excerpts, but that didn’t end up happening. At least this little fic is proving to be a lot of fun!


Aziraphale smiled. “I like my books and the neighborhood. Oh, I always find myself back in London even when I travel far.”

Oscar nodded and shuffled his cloth-wrapped feet against the tabletop. “So you’ve been lots of places?”

“Oh, I should think so,” Aziraphale replied. “Israel, China once or twice, Edinburgh …” He trailed off as Oscar’s expression became blank for a moment. “All over,” he said instead.

Excerpt: An Unexpected Customer

The fluff continues to fluff! I’m having fun with these silly foodies.

Speaking of food, any opinions on what a certain principality might order at a cafe just down the street and around the bend for a light lunch? Send in your thoughts to my askbox or as a comment on this post! Especially if you’re British and/or own a bookshop.

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“Just a small miracle,” Aziraphale said. “I go unnoticed all the time, when it suits me, of course.”

Oscar had to pause to think about whether he’d heard right. It wasn’t the first time Aziraphale had said it, but even with different context it didn’t make a lot of sense. “Just a small miracle” shouldn’t explain away the sudden appearance of a teacup, nor why Aziraphale could go unnoticed. Oscar began to wonder if he’d get a better explanation if he asked.

He decided not to risk it. “Oh. Th-that’s okay, then, I suppose. It’ll work on me, too?”

An Unexpected Customer

Chapter 2: Miracle Tea

Most visitors to A.Z. Fell’s bookshop in Soho would say they have some trouble in the store – they can’t find the owner or the book they would like, or the place doesn’t take cards. For a borrower taking up residence in the cozy shop, the problems that can arise are entirely different. Oscar isn’t prepared for his encounter with the very humanlike owner of the shop.

Then again, Aziraphale isn’t prepared for his encounter with this miniature visitor, either.


After a bumpy start, Aziraphale and Oscar manage to have a real conversation with some surprises for both of them.

An Unexpected Customer

Chapter 1: Rather a Bad Start

Most visitors to A.Z. Fell’s bookshop in Soho would say they have some trouble in the store – they can’t find the owner or the book they would like, or the place doesn’t take cards. For a borrower taking up residence in the cozy shop, the problems that can arise are entirely different. Oscar isn’t prepared for his encounter with the very humanlike owner of the shop.

Then again, Aziraphale isn’t prepared for his encounter with this miniature visitor, either.

Excerpt: An Unexpected Customer

I’m still working on it! Very soon I’m thinking I will split this story into parts because it just keeps growing, and I want to start posting things. For now, here’s another excerpt of my foray into Good Omens fanfiction.


Finding what to say was the next monumental task. Aziraphale’s hands twitched at his sides, and then he clasped them in front of the worn buttons of his waistcoat. He didn’t even think of sitting in the chair, as inviting as it was with its extra cushion leaned against the back and all. He couldn’t help thinking of his first assumption, that the little fellow was a mouse, there to chew on the books and make a mess of things.

Now he’d gotten a proper look at him, he didn’t seem like the type to chew on the books. He certainly didn’t look at all prepared to try to buy one either. In fact, the little fellow mostly seemed frightened, as if he wished to be anywhere in the world other than the bookshop.

Despite his usual protectiveness over his cherished volumes, that last bit did not sit well with Aziraphale at all.

“Dear fellow, it … it seems we’re off to rather a bad start.”

Excerpt: Unexpected Customer

So I, like many, was very easily won over by the Good Omens miniseries over on Amazon. I loved the book, and this adaptation launched the bar for book-to-movie adaptations into space. I ended up wanting to try to write a story with the characters from it (as always, with an OC of mine thrown in to help me keep up momentum). This is an excerpt from the resulting WIP.

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As the sudden loss of its exit thwarted the little creature, Aziraphale resumed his approach to fetch it.

He knelt down as soon as the little thing fell into his shadow. One hand left his side in preparation to hastily gather the little mouse up and put it outside (no way in heaven or earth did he have it in him to kill it). But he stopped.

“Oh. Oh dear,” he murmured to himself.

That was not a mouse.

Random Facts about Jacob Andris

(From the Chase in Lilliput AU)

This AU version of Jacob still has roughly the same backstory as usual. Son of Greek immigrant parents, lived in Carlisle, Iowa. His father died when he was 8 years old and his mother didn’t remarry until he was 16. He’s an avid outdoorsman and is very good at roughing it, a skill which came in handy once he took up residence in Lilliput.

His memories of how he shipwrecked in the first place are very hazy. The next thing he knew, really, was waking up to find a tiny little person on him. True to Jacob fashion, he was grabby; he’s often grabby when he encounters tiny folk. Once it really sank in that he wouldn’t be leaving anytime soon, Chase sort of became his guide and his anchor. It’s kinda scary to be lost in a strange land, but he has a buddy so he’s okay!

The little folk of Lilliput tend to be very fussy. They’re full of energy and a willingness to scold him or boss him around, and Jacob finds this very amusing. He prefers it to them being scared of him, so he tends to go along with what they say without much argument. He lets Chase think that he’s the one who tamed the giant.

He’s been working on getting the local livestock used to him. A lot of cows have learned that he’s pretty good at giving them scritches, and he very rarely tries to lift them up, so they’re learning. The sheep are more skittish, but he has high hopes. Goats never cared how big he was.

It does bother him sometimes that he has no clue how to get home. He does his best not to let that show when the feeling comes up, since he doesn’t want his small friends to worry. They can’t do something about it any more than he can.

Chase In Lilliput – Taxi!

I had to return to this AU. I can never stay away for too long, Jacob as a giant is just too much fun! So what does a resident giant do when everyone you know is busy? Make new friends, if you can! Jacob’s so kind to these little folk. It’s no wonder most of them warm up to him so fast. 

 ( Chase In Lilliput Tag )

Approx. Reading time: ~5 minutes


The people of Lilliput bustled about in such a hurry. Errands and work and trading drew many of them out of their homes, especially on a clear day like this one. Everyone had things to do and places to be while the sun still shone.

Unfortunately for Jacob, that included the family of Lilliputians that had taken him in. The Lisongs had their work in one of the bustling markets in the middle of town where Jacob couldn’t go. Chase and Minnie, their kids and his first friends since he washed up on the shore, had classes to attend. Jacob didn’t yet know where they went on such days.

Being the resident giant, he couldn’t exactly wander into town whenever he liked.

Continue reading “Chase In Lilliput – Taxi!”

Excerpt: Chase in Lilliput

I’ve been working on the next installment in the Chase in Lilliput AU! I don’t have a title for it yet, but it’s been so cute so far. I wanted to share an excerpt!


Jacob found himself near an edge of town he didn’t often visit. There were walls blocking in the city proper, but a handful of buildings clustered at the wall, built sometime later. They had their own little plaza with a fountain out there.

Jacob inched closer to peer over the buildings and see the fountain. He made sure his steps didn’t wander into anyone’s yard by mistake. He’d nearly broken the Lisongs’ fence on his first day in Lilliput, and he hoped to avoid more scolding.

At least a scolding Lilliputian was better than a scared one. Jacob was self conscious enough without someone pointing and screaming in terror of him.

Excerpt: Harry Dresden, Wizard

I haven’t written much for the Dresden Files universe yet, but at one point I read a prompt that lead me to give it a try. The following is a snippet of what I ended up with, mostly an attempt to match some of Jim Butcher’s eye for detail as well as the distinct voice of Harry Dresden, professional wizard.


White lace curtains fluttered in the warm breeze. The gentle aura of the room settled over everything in it like a comforting hand on the shoulder. Sunshine, pure and bright, splashed over the pink, well-worn rug by the window, and spilled over it to the floorboards. The bed was made, draped over with a similarly-threadbare pink quilt and a teddy bear perched and waiting by the pillow. A thin vanity desk sat at the opposite wall, a single closed diary resting at its center. The mirror, polished and proudly displaying the room for all to see, bore notes written in dry-erase marker in a remarkably steady hand.

The room was cutesy, is what I’m trying to say. Cutesy and innocent and precociously girly. Even the pink wore pink.