- All the embedded image links are broken, so the illustrations are missing (and since it's
ursulav, that just about qualifies as a tragedy)
- The narrative simply stops, just as it seemed an actual (and intriguing) plot was developing
By now, the long walk down the beveled hall, through the room of pages, was laden with a sort of uneasy anticipation. What would happen today? What new weirdness? I was tempted to just go to one of the other areas we still had to explore, but it kept drawing me back. The egg hung in the pouch at my waist, and I kept almost forgetting it was there, and then reaching for a pencil and finding smooth shell under my fingers.My fond (in both the archaic and modern sense of the word) hope is that someday
The deer were still there, the oats untouched. They seemed to be in good spirits, despite not having eaten for at least a day. Maybe they weren’t real deer. Maybe the cold room went to a heaven of sweet grasses and warm breezes at night. Anything seemed possible in this arbitrary place.
Let the Dragon Wake: In the past I've enthusiastically recommended

And at the end it is of course about Love; love, which has its own magic and cannot be so easily manipulated but only won and freely given.
Summer in Orcus, also by
The Clerk scowled. “Do you have papers for him here, then?”I don't want to give anything away, because the reveal is delightful, but one of the characters is my absolute favorite variation ever on the whole werewolf thing.
“We weren’t told we’d need them,” said Summer staunchly. She had gone to the DMV with her mother last month. She’d finished her book early and spent two hours watching people talk to the clerks there, and they all seemed to say the same things.
“How am I supposed to work under these conditions!?” he shouted at her, which the clerks at the DMV didn’t do. “Outside real estate! Do you want to crash the housing market? It’s all snails, you understand, snails and hammocks! And we had a woman come through last month on a stone salmon and not a license in sight!”
He flung down his papers and put his face in his hands.
(The story's currently available for free at the link above, but if you'd like something you can read offline, you'll need to get a copy over at Amazon.)