James Waite
Author of fantasy, short fiction, and poetry exploring connection and the unseen edges of everyday life.
Novel
A watchful forest pulls Lumi into magic and Avery into his hidden voice; together they uncover mysteries, wonder, courage, and a quiet, growing love.
Short StorY
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Poetry
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Poetry
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About the Book:
The forest has always been strange, but lately, it feels like it’s paying attention. Lumi Fox stumbles into
magic without meaning to. Avery finds power in his voice he never knew he had. Together, they’re drawn
into a world of shifting paths, mysteries, and wonders that seem to bloom before their eyes. With each
step, the secrets around them grow deeper, and so does the quiet warmth between them. Bluefire &
Songcraft is a tender, whimsical adventure about courage, curiosity, and the beginnings of young love.
Dale Fox had built many questionable things in his life: a corn-husking accordion, a yodeling umbrella, a
breakfast cannon, but nothing quite as ridiculous or impressive as the contraption currently stomping
across his front yard.
Most folk in the nearby towns barely believed in magic anymore. But Dale Fox? He built with it the way
others used matches to light their fires at night.
Even out here, past the train lines and city gates, Fox Farm and Stables was known for being odd. Dale
Fox was one of the few animal-folk around, and definitely the only one who regularly filed patents made
of ill-advised sketches and enchanted brass.
The machine looked like a horse only if you were standing very far away and squinting. Its brass-plated
legs moved with a lurching elegance, steam hissed from its ears, and a tangle of gears spun wildly beneath
its belly. Its tail, which Dale insisted was "for balance," occasionally twitched and flung dirt across the
vegetable garden.
Dale stood at its side, fur smudged with grease, turning a wrench the size of a canoe paddle.
"Gavin! Give her a kick in the boiler! She's stalling again!"
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