Nebula Award - 1979 - winner - novella

Hugo Award - 1980 - winner - novella

The story that started it all!

"Damn, I hate this place!"

"Ess?" Jerry's head poked around the edge of the opening. "Who talking at, Davidge?"
I glared at the Drac, then waved my hand at it.
"Nobody."
"Ess va 'nobody?"
"Nobody. Nothing."
"Ne gavey, Davidge."
I poked at my chest with my finger. "Me! I'm talking to myself! You gavey that stuff, toadface!"

Jerry shook its head. "Davidge, now I sleep. Talk not so much nobody, ne?" It disappeared back into the opening.

"And so's your mother!" I turned and walked down the slope. Except, strickly speaking, toadface you don't have a mother - or father. "If you had your choice, who would you like to be trapped on a desert island with?" I wondered if anyone ever picked a wet freezing corner of Hell shacked up with a hermaphrodite.
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Another Orphan

Nebula Award - 1982 - winner - novella

In the end, everyboby but Ishmael died...

He had to get back. Sleep, sleep, you idiot, he told himself. He could not keep from laughing; it welled up in his chest and burst through his tightly closed lips. Fallon's laugh sounded more like a man gasping for breath than one overwhelmed by humor: he barked, he chuckled, he suck in sudden draughts of air as he tried to control the spasms. Tears were in his eyes, and he twisted his head from side to side as if he were strapped to a bed. Some of the others stirred and cursed him, but Fallon, a character in a book where everyone died on the last page, shook with helpless laughter,crying, knowing he would not sleep.