Thamlin Sharpier and Frost Hatcherdautr, two dragon riders loyal to the imperialistic United Fiefs of Dorn, find themselves behind enemies lines, and must learn to put aside their differences in order to survive the semi-aquatic state of Radia and it's strange, mermadic populace.
Why read? If you like rivals-to-lovers, Greek fates, wyverns, shark-like mermaids, thousand-year-old magical artifacts, steam-punk robots, dragon gods, Lovecraftian masses of flesh with a million eyes, and snarky one-liners spouted off at inappropriate moments... you have my sympathy, and you'll probably also like this story.
Why not read? There are casual and detailed references to the following triggers: self-harm, familial abuse, sexual abuse, drug abuse, homicide, fratricide, and child abuse. There is also a lot of cursing and heavy innuendo. Please be gentle with yourselves and seek help if you need it.
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Sue is a living weapon of the Silent One. His otherworldly master wants him to collect a thousand souls so that they can journey into The Expanse and escape the magic that binds their family to Midrift. Sue is happy to oblige because he likes the promise of getting his old life back once the stargodlings are all gone.
Of course, the Void Maker can’t have that. TVM would much rather absorb their four other stargodling siblings, which includes the Silent One, and flee the planet with any ill-gotten souls all to themselves. And so, the Void Maker has sent their own living weapon to waylay Sue.
Hijinks ensue, as neither of the eldritch stargodlings could have predicted they’d be at the mercy of a romantic-comedy plot!
This is a book that follows the events of Jane the Lich, but does not rely on you having already read that book. For that reason, you can just dive right in without context and still have a good time.
Why should I read this?Because it's a rivals-to-lovers romantic-comedy masquerading as a weird-fiction, tentacle-god story. It starts off by pretending it's a fantasy adventure romp through a world of horrors, but then turns into a filial drama full of chaotic twists and turns that would make even the Bronte sisters roll in their grave, if Lovecraft wasn't already trying to transform into a particle accelerator.
Why shouldn't I read this?There are casual and detailed references to the following triggers: self-harm, alcohol abuse, familial abuse, sexual abuse, drug abuse, sleep-dependency, homicide, fratricide, and child abuse. There is also a lot of cursing and heavy sexual innuendo. Please be gentle with yourselves and seek help if you need it.
Next Update: UNK
"If you don't want the skin off their bones turned into jackets for what remains of my collection... you'd best find my stolen books, Ms. Fairchild."
Tesni Fairchild received a letter from her sister after some months of silence on the latter's part. Invited to celebrate her newborn nephew's first showing at church as his Godmother, Tesni puts her life in Birmingham on hold to journey to Argostine, an isle just off the coast of Blackpool. But all is not what it seems. The talk around Argostine's queer reputation constantly assails her motivation, and when Tesni at long last crosses the threshold of her sister's estate, babe and mother are decidedly absent.
Assured by the Lord and the governess of the house that the Lady of Cathair Estate is simply seeking post-natal solace in Argostine's Lonely wood before the showing, Tesni familiarizes herself with the small, craggy town... and, upon meeting the dubious characters that make up the emerald-soaked township, becomes more and more certain that something has gone terribly, terribly wrong and she has arrived all too late to prevent it.
But then she meets Leabharlannaí, a Courtless trickster Fae, and a deal is struck betwixt them.
Caught between storm, superstition, and the supernatural, Tesni must keep her wits and her sanity about her if she even hopesto leave the island with every one of her pieces still attached.
Will continue to write in this one if there's any interest.
His queen took a deep breath and blurted, "I want to go with the revelers when the gates open, King."
His bored facade shattered and his hands went to grip the arms of his throne. "No." But he held up a hand before she could voice a protest. "Why? You plan on sticking that black blade of yours into Wolf's eye?"
"I... I want to see my family." She shifted nervously, flattening out a ruffle in her dress.
"No you don't. You want to cause yourself pain." When her expression caved in on itself and he almost heard the resignation squeezing the life from her heart, he grit his teeth and waved a dismissive hand, conceding, "But that is your right." Her face brightened and the trepid smile that graced his gaze made his heart skip a beat. He rested his chin back on a fist and mumbled, "Just be back by midnight, Bastard Queen. And don't part from your queensguard."
Rowena, proud to die, is offered to her village's seasonal deity, The Spice King, so that the god can be reborn and herald in the Spring... only to discover that her sacrifice is completely unnecessary, machined into import through the schemes of the power-hungry shaman, Wolf.
But her Lucky Star convinces the King Himself to bring her back to life to aid Him (and his poorly equipped pantheon) in The Great Game of cosmic politics unseen and untenable to the rest of Mankind.
Prepare yourself for a far-flung tale of theology, romance, and fantasy - based in part on the Hades/Persephone myth!
NEXT UPDATE: TBA