The Type Nine Visa Clerk
A Low Fantasy Novel

About this book:

In the smog-choked London of 1934, the monsters aren't hiding under the bed—they're waiting in line at the Royal Britannic Consulate, clutching forged papers and praying the clerk at Window 4B stamps their visa before the Home Office sends them back to the iron trucks waiting in Berlin.

Clorinda Vance doesn't carry a sword. She carries a fountain pen, an encyclopedic knowledge of the 1911 Standing Orders, and a quiet, ruthless devotion to the loopholes that keep wood-sprites out of incinerators and river-folk out of the Thames. Her weapon is triplicate carbon paper; her battlefield, a ledger bound in greasy pigskin. But when a new inspector arrives with quotas, clipboards, and the backing of a rising political movement that calls refugees "biological ballast," the rules Clorinda has spent a lifetime mastering begin to crumble—and the next stamp she applies may be the one that saves a life, or ends her career.

*The Type Nine Visa Clerk* is a low-fantasy spy thriller fought in the margins of forms, where a well-placed comma is a shield, a misfiled date is a death sentence, and the most dangerous magic in Europe isn't sorcery—it's bureaucracy wielded by a woman who refuses to look away.