Welcome to the official website of Deborah J. Natelson, fantasy writer, editor, and CEO of Thinklings Books, LLC.
Immeasurable imagination. Unmitigated magic. Spectacular style.
The clockwork man is crafted, to begin with—commissioned by that terrible tyrant Time to serve as her slave for all eternity. His brain boasts balance wheels and torsion springs; he can wind himself up with a key in his side; and, most importantly, his gyroscopic tourbillon heart glimmers with pure diamond.
He is a living being and he is art, and he refuses to remain a slave forever. He therefore slips through Time’s fingers as the Sands of Time slip through the cracks of reality (at least, when the time cats aren’t using them as a litter box).
Among astounding adventures, despite harrowing hardships, and in between escaping interfering enchanters, the clockwork man seeks his imagination, his purpose, and his name.
Available in paperback and e-book . . .
SURVIVAL ISN'T ENOUGH.
MERCEDES HAS TO WIN.
The name’s Cartier. Mercedes Cartier. Anyone asks, I'll swear I'm a "secretary." That's what my card says, so it must be true.
Mostly, I keep my head down, do my job. But I'm not about to let power-hungry traitors get away with murder. Or crazy demon-fairy-things seduce my boss. Or psycho cannibal children eat me.
Honestly, I probably shouldn't be having so much fun.
Want more? Check out the first two chapters of book 2 HERE.
Why I Write
You know that feeling when you've just finished a really spectacularly good book? That sigh of utter contentment? That warm fulfillment? That joy?
I do, and I love it. I feel so blessed for having been given that feeling so many times through such wonderful books, and that is the first reason I write: to bring joy as I have been brought joy.
There are many other reasons, of course. I write because I love stories. I write because I've always written, even before I could put down the words myself and had to have my mother transcribe. I write to teach, to share, and to work through my ideas.
But most of all, I write to bring you joy. And so I say to you as you pick up one of my books: Enjoy.
“I wrote this story for you, but when I began it I had not realized that girls grow quicker than books. As a result you are already too old for fairy tales, and by the time it is printed and bound you will be older still. But some day you will be old enough to start reading fairy tales again. You can then take it down from some upper shelf, dust it, and tell me what you think of it. I shall probably be too deaf to hear, and too old to understand a word you say, but I shall still be your affectionate Godfather, C. S. Lewis.”