As of July, 2026, all links to the books, and the books themselves, no longer work. The books are gone. The reviews are gone. Everything, except mentions of the series in my author’s page, is gone.

This is a shattering discovery. Last week I clicked on the link to The Dire Deeds, and came up with this:

I was taken aback, to be sure. And then clicked links to the other three: The Witching Work, The Queerest Quest, and The Perilous Past. The books, and the two short reads I also wrote for that series, Mele Kalikimaka, Ginger Croom and A Guild of Ornamental Hermits Solstice, could not be found anywhere, except as mentioned in my author page as A.R. Marsh (the name I used for them)

My novels are not self-published. All the writers contracted with my publisher are probably in the same situation. We are suddenly Ghost Writers, and our works are literary phantoms.

I can’t avoid sinister thoughts. Uppermost: does the fact that many of the writers in the publishing house catalog–plus the publishers themselves–are LGBTQIA+ have anything at all to do with the disappearance of the entire catalog? To quote a character in the granddaddy of all fantasy series, “We wonders, aye, we wonders.” Whatever the cause, my books are gone, just in time for Portland Pride…

There are few words that can adequately express the emotional devastation and horror of this sudden demise of my work. I can not even order copies of my own books anymore! Not even to send a copy of The Perilous Past to the US copyright office along with my application!

Please send good thoughts for a speedy resolution for whatever turmoil created this terrible devastation. Thank you.