Dwarfess

Gibson and his wife were among the best English-born artists of their era. He was just three feet six inches in height; she was a dwarfess of the same proportion. This little couple had nine good-sized children, and having weathered the storms of civil war, lived happily together to old age.

“I have no idea what they will do with it,” he [Vladimir Nabokov] said. “Of course they will have to change the plot. Perhaps they will make Lolita a dwarfess. Or they will make her 16 and Humbert 26. I just don’t know. It’s difficult to translate a book into a movie.”

Beside him stood a dwarfess, even smaller than he was, snub-nosed and doll-faced.

1990, Tanith Lee, “White As Sin, Now”, in Ellen Datlow and Terri Windling (editors), The Year’s Best Fantasy and Horror, Third Annual Collection, St. Martin's Press, 0-312-04450-X, page 328, Heracty has been told that the flaxen dwarfess once had an adventure in the mock forest below the Palace.

She was a silver-haired, rather portly dwarfess...and the most powerful enchantress in Ilsdale, if not in the known world.

Opening the door, I immediately see a stout dwarfess, probably the owner, behind a counter and a group of young cat-people girls in aprons serving food and alcohol to customers.