My Book Is Worth $102 (Apparently)

When I reached out, Amazon said, “Talk to Ingram Spark.” Ingram Spark said, “We’ll refresh the data.” I said, “Can you refresh my bank account while you’re at it?”

Meanwhile, I can’t even buy copies to sign. If I order from Amazon AU, I’ll be paying four times the price just to sell my own book. That’s not author hustle—that’s a tragic plot twist.

I tried lowering the price. Turns out $16 is the lowest Ingram will accept. At that rate, I earn a whopping 3 cents per book. Good thing I’m not in this for the money. I’m in it for the love, the readers, and the sheer joy of seeing my protagonist time-travel through emotional chaos while I do the same through publishing logistics.

So if you see my book listed for the price of a small appliance, just know: it’s a glitch. I wasn’t aiming for ‘collector’s item’ status… but here we are.

Truth is, The Vestige Agent is worth more to me than any price tag. It’s the result of a decade of love, grit, and quiet persistence—so yes, in that sense, it’s priceless. But I didn’t write it to sit on a velvet cushion. I wrote it to be read, shared, and loved. So I’m doing everything I can to make it affordable… preferably without requiring a small loan.

And I’m working on it—with humor, hope, and lots... lots of patience.

So, The Vestige Agent is officially in print! Distributed wide! Available globally! And on Amazon Australia… it’s selling for $102.

Yes. One hundred and two dollars. For a YA paperback. No, it’s not gold-foiled. No, it doesn’t come with a time-traveling sidekick. And no, I didn’t set that price—unless I did so while sleepwalking through a luxury pricing seminar.

Other retailers? Totally normal. Amazon US? Lovely. But Amazon AU? A pricing glitch of epic proportions.