Shambhala's Sunspace has one of the stories from my collection, A Robe of Feathers and Other Stories, up.
Yaichiro’s heel sunk into the loose rock on the narrow footpath that ran through Ikidomari Hills. He closed his eyes, clutched tight the tiny carved sculpture to his chest, and took the fall on his shoulder. The shoulder didn’t break but after that it didn’t hang properly either. The young man pushed himself up with one hand and continued along the dark, unfamiliar pass.
He needed a dog...
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