Sugarwood Press

~ A new children's book series ~

The
Peppermint
Goat.

He isn't brave. He isn't chosen. He just keeps showing up. A small, clumsy goat who somehow becomes the one everyone follows — very much against his will.

Pep, Plum, Inkwell, Mellow, and Toffee together in the Sugarwood at golden hourmeet the Sugarwood!

~ The Cast ~

Small creatures.
Bigger hearts.

The Sugarwood is full of quiet things — a hedgehog who hums her worries to sleep, a sugar glider who keeps secrets in the high branches, a goat who means well. Together they make a family.

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Peppermint — a small red-and-white striped goat, alone and beaming
And this is Pep. He'd like you to know he's trying his best.

~ A Three-Book Series ~

Small books about an unlikely hero who never asked for the job.

01

Book One

The Peppermint Goat and the Crooked Lantern

When the great Lantern on the hill goes dark, the whole Sugarwood holds its breath. Peppermint — small, clumsy, and entirely the wrong goat for the job — sets out to relight it. He has no plan, no map, and exactly one scarf.

02

Book Two

The Peppermint Goat and the Sour Cherry Storm

A storm of sour cherries threatens to flood the burrow of Plum the hedgehog. Peppermint must round up his strange little friends before sunrise — without breaking anything important. (He will break something important.)

03

Book Three

The Peppermint Goat and the Wish That Melted

Peppermint wishes, just once, that he didn't knock things over. The wish comes true. The forest, somehow, becomes a lonelier place. A quiet story about being exactly who you are.

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~ A First Page ~

From The Crooked Lantern

In a forest that smelled faintly of sugar and warm vanilla, there lived a very small goat named Peppermint.

He had soft red and white stripes, like a candy cane left out in the rain, two tiny curly horns no bigger than thimbles, and four hooves that never quite agreed on which way to go.

Peppermint did not mean to knock things over. He simply… arrived. And then things were on the floor.

"Oh dear," he would whisper. And the forest, somewhere in its branches, would softly laugh.

~ The Sugarwood Letter ~

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Sketches, story scraps, and the occasional sour-cherry recipe. Sent rarely. Sent with care.