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Yvonne McArthur

I’m Yvonne, a fiction, fantasy, and sci-fi writer.

My goal is to transport you into a world of adventure, magic, and courage—and recommend books that do the same.

Why? Because stories inspire me to be braver, try new things, and put myself in others’ shoes. When I moved far away from home, stories helped me connect to the people and places I encountered. Learn more about me.


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Your Passport to 5 Magical Young Adult Fantasy Realms

Do you ever endlessly scroll through your library app (or wander through a bookstore) at a loss for what to read next? Well, scroll no more. I’ve got your back—er book suggestions right here. Sign up to my email list to get 5 fantasy series recommendations (plus other great wordy stuff).

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Craft | Writing Nook
Writing & The Art of Secrecy

When I started my writing journey, I became an undercover agent. I didn’t give myself a code name, but I treated my manuscript like a Top Secret classified document. I didn’t let anyone read it. No one. Not a person, a dog, or a canary saw my work for three years, two months, and eighteen days.

"Hamar Woman" Photo by Rod Waddington CC BY 2.0
Science Fiction | Short Story
Kadaa’s Child

Her hands had never failed her before. With them she’d wielded the jegun blade in battle among the stars. With them she’d climbed the falling trees of Dong’ea Sulai, felled a shrieking falcon, and plucked maika wool. She’d always trusted her hands.

"Foraging Fairy Wren" Photo by Sascha Wenninger CC BY-SA 2.0
Fantasy | Short Story
Piccolo & Carafolas

Wind danced through the tuskar trees. It rustled their leaves, flowing in eddies around ebony-skinned trunks. It flooded up the meadows and surged into the canyons between Kezzor and Azzorim, gaining speed

Cutthroat Trout spawning above Trout Lake
Fiction | Short Story
King Mo

Maurice Bentonville the second hitched up his overalls, adjusted his milk-can crown, and peered through his toilet-paper-roll binoculars. His perch? A cottonwood stump. His kingdom? The river streaming by. His subjects? Trout, catfish, carp, sharks, beluga whales, crabs, crawdads, worms, water striders, and hippopotamuses.

"Leaf" Photo by Dabinsi CC BY 2.0
Fiction | Short Story
Vigil

sit by your side watching worlds slide by. They appear and vanish on your skin, invisible to the eye, but I feel their passage in my chest. In my mind. I watch your eyelashes flutter, watch the rise and fall of your breasts. I press your warm hand between my cold palms. You look so peaceful, but appearances can lie. I know because to the outward eye I’m awake and alive.