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#TimeTravelingGhost EP 12: Post 126, 1,802,701 CE, Middlesex, UK
#Wss366 Classic #TimeTravelAuthors 08/19 Many
It was a #classic problem. I had too #many options.
#TootFic #NMFic #TimeTravel #HistoricalFantasy #UrbanFantasy #Mythpunk #Serial #Sapphic #Slowburn
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Bijou the #TimeTravelingGhost (2nd Edition)
Chapter 18 EP 5: Late Jurassic Era, Swiss Highlands
Illuminati or Elder Races is not the choice you want to have.
Plus: #DinosaursTags: #TimeTravel #Fantasy #UrbanFantasy #HistoricalFantasy #LightNovel #Romance #Queer #Sappfic #Serial
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#TimeTravelingGhost EP 12: Post 125, 1,802,701 CE, Middlesex, UK
#Wss366 Tremor #TimeTravelAuthors 08/17. Does anyone travel to the future? What did they (or would they) think of it?
I made my way back into the meadow at the forest’s edge and sat down where I could see both the woodland path and the trampled circle below. Strawberries gleamed in the nearby grass, and I idly picked a few.
When I sampled one, a tart sweetness spread across my tongue, reminiscent of wild Écouves berries.
The Écouves Forest; that was an odd detail to remember. Even though I had forgotten my past, I still had access to a lot of random information. I understood that was common for people with amnesia.
The fruit was truly delicious, better than ones I’d had at fancy restaurants, like on the Hindenburg.
I stopped, and a #tremor passed through me: another memory! It was just a brief glimpse, but I could extrapolate from it. The Hindenburg crashed in 1937. I didn’t know what the current date was, but nothing like the sphinx had existed in the history I “knew.” This must be the future. Given the age of the monolith, it was the far future!
None of this made sense. Maybe none of it was real. Was I a psychotic patient in a mental ward?
I looked around for any sign that I was hallucinating. I pinched myself. It was a cliché test, but the pain reassured me. My chaotic memories were bizarre, but the world was stable, unlike a delusion or dream. The majestic trees appeared ageless, yet otherwise mundane. There was no sinister overlay to the oaks, ash, and pines. The grass smelled fresh and green. A wind with the subtle scent of summer brushed my cheek. It seemed idyllic. Nothing like the ravings of a mad person. Rather lonely, though.
I gave up on my speculation and followed the flow of my thoughts. I wished Emily were there with me. Yes, Emily! A vague image of a woman arose. She had bobbed, short, black hair, brilliant blue eyes, and a slight Asian cast to her features.
“Emily, Emily, Emily,” I said to myself. Was she my girlfriend, partner, or coworker? Whoever she was, she was important to me.
The last strawberry went into my mouth. She would have loved these. I almost heard her say, “They’re peachy; the cat’s pajamas.” Her deep-timbered voice blended with the sound of flutes.
At first, I thought I’d imagined the music. But no, the wind from the woods was carrying it to me. I wasn’t alone!
#TootFic #NMFic #TimeTravel #HistoricalFantasy #UrbanFantasy #Mythpunk #Serial #Sapphic #Slowburn
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#TimeTravelingGhost EP 12: Post 124, 1,802,701 CE, Middlesex, UK
#Wss366 Visit #TimeTravelAuthors 08/15. Saturday excerpt (optional word: match/same)
As rapidly as the image of my mother arose, it disappeared. I guess my appendix scar had come in useful. I had a name again, as well as the hope that I would remember more.
As I rubbed the sphinx’s plaque, I thought about the vision, trying to use it as an entry point into my lost memories. It proved useless. All I came up with was that my mother visited me when I had my appendix removed and a warm feeling for ma mère.
Eventually, I gave up and refocused on the bronze plate. Corrosion blurred the image, but I still made out a naked man with winged shoes and helmet: Hermes. Below, in Latin, it read, “In memory of Prince Henry XI of Greater Albion.”
I stopped and stared. I didn’t know Latin! Yet I read it easily. And the figure… Hermes… Mercury… It #matched a mural I’d seen in a dim tunnel. Right, I’d been in a passage along with my companion Emily. She wasn’t an illusion.
“I had a dream!” I exclaimed out loud.
I desperately reached to recall it. There’d been a pink Eye of Providence and blue dragonflies. Rabbits with guns and swastikas. If I thought fairies unrealistic, then what about these Hieronymus Bosch images?
As hard as I tried, I couldn’t remember.4 more I threw down the rag. I wouldn’t find anything more here.
#TootFic #NMFic #TimeTravel #HistoricalFantasy #UrbanFantasy #Mythpunk #Serial #Sapphic #Slowburn
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#TimeTravelingGhost EP 9.1: 2024 Arkam Mass. (Side Story)
#Wss366 Dominant / International Left Hander's Day/Bon JP #TimeTravelAuthors 08/13. Advice your character would give about time travel
Professor Henrietta Dubois looked out over her class. Not one student looked like they were worth her time. Some were there because they thought it was a joke. It wasn’t. Others were there for an easy grade. They were going to be disappointed. A few may have thought it was a literature course. They would be let down as well. And some were just flakes. None of them would make a promising metaphysics student.
“Time-travel,” the professor started. After all, it was the subject of the class. “How many of you would visit another time if you could?”
Half the students raised their hands.
Ms. Dubois nodded. "According to 'Faustus Pact,' 'Pompilius Spiegel,' and the anonymous 'La Main Tauche du Temps,' at least one of which will be required reading, the #dominant belief among time-travelers is that those of you with your hands down are the wise ones."
The professor paused, letting those who could decipher what she had said ruminate on the arcane names and reading requirements. “Let’s make sure they know this is no joke but a serious and rigorous class,” she thought.
She continued: “In other words, don’t.”
Note: “La Main Tauche du Temps” means “Time’s Left Hand.”
#TootFic #NMFic #TimeTravel #HistoricalFantasy #UrbanFantasy #Serial
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Bijou the #TimeTravelingGhost (2nd Edition)
Chapter 17 EP 5: Late #Jurassic Era, Swiss Lowlands
Back to the age of #dinosaurs.
Tags: #TimeTravel #Fantasy #UrbanFantasy #HistoricalFantasy #LightNovel #Romance #Queer #Sappfic #Serial
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Stegosaurus Ice cream
A #TimeTravelingGhost Side Story
#Wss366 Chief #TimeTravelAuthors 08/7. If your work was an ice cream flavor, what would it be?**Ahead of us, the Jurassic jungle thinned, and the land sloped up. The trees were more widely spaced, but they still obscured my view of the cliffs we were heading towards.
I was grateful to be walking on fallen leaves rather than slogging through the mud. The ferns were still thick in patches, but I threaded my way through them with minimal effort. However, the #chief hazard remained: the native behemoths.
The stagnant air of the swamp was replaced by a gentle breeze blowing through the trees, and my thoughts strayed.
“Ice cream would have been a delightful addition. Hmm, what flavor would my recent adventures be?” I wondered, my fancies taking full flight.
“Something tropical: Mango or peach. Yes, mango would be pleasant. I’d enjoy that. Champagne cocktail flavor would be more appropriate, but do they even make that flavor? Okay, no cheating. How about horehound? That had a nice, old-fashioned sound. I guess that would be cheating too. Sarsaparilla then. That was an old-timey name for root beer, or at least I think.”
I should have paid more attention, as I received a nasty shock when a stegosaurus burst from behind a grove of trees where it had been hidden.
Fortunately, it wasn’t a carnivore. The only damage I sustained was a near-heart attack as the immense beast lumbered past. It was almost comical, with its plates rattling and its tail striking trees as it thudded past. There was a chipped plate midway down its back. It was only funny because I was far enough away that the tail posed no threat.
A minute later, Emily landed and apologised for not spotting it.
She looked nonplussed when I asked her, “Do you think a stegosaurus would like sarsaparilla ice cream?”
#TootFic #NMFic #TimeTravel #HistoricalFantasy #UrbanFantasy #Mythpunk #Serial #Slowburn #Dinosaurs #Humor
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Bijou the #TimeTravelingGhost (2nd Edition)
Chapter 15: EP 4: 1937, Gardner Island, Midnight
Bijou and Emily find Amelia Earhart.
Tags: #TimeTravel #Fantasy #UrbanFantasy #HistoricalFantasy #LightNovel #Romance #Queer #Sappfic #Serial #AmeliaEarhart
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#TimeTravelingGhostV2 EP 12: Post 123, 1,802,701 CE, Middlesex, UK
#Wss366 Puzzle #TimeTravelAuthors 08/3. Where does your main character live/where are they from?
As the images from my dream faded, I began to panic. The earlier questions haunted me: “Who was I? Where was I? Where had I come from?”
I had the strange conviction that I wasn’t from this time or place. That knowledge had been lost somewhere in the mists of time. What an odd way of putting it. Surely I meant lost in the void of my memory?
No, I meant the former: “Lost in time.”
I shook my head and struggled to my feet. I wouldn’t find any answers lying there. It was of the utmost importance that I learn more.
There it was again: that feeling of almost knowing. I knew the fate of the world depended on my piercing this veil of ignorance. That conviction burned in my mind.
I took stock of my surroundings: the Sphinx, crop circle, path into the forest, tiny wild strawberries winking at me in the grass. I #puzzled over what I should do first.
#TootFic #NMFic #TimeTravel #HistoricalFantasy #UrbanFantasy #Mythpunk #Serial #Sapphic #Slowburn
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#TimeTravelingGhost EP 12: Post 122, 1,802,701 CE, Middlesex, UK
#Wss366 August #TimeTravelAuthors 08/1. Introduce your story (optional: use the word "wish")
For a long time, all I could focus on was the blue sky. A single, wispy cloud floated there. Then, my eyes drifted down to a marble sphinx that loomed over me, wings folded at its sides. I examined, uncomprehending, the weathered stains and moss growing in the creases of its sides. Ferns grew on its paws, along with a solitary scrubby bush. I felt heavy, and my brain was fuzzy. Then the questions occurred to me: “Who am I?” and “Where was I?”
The situation was dimly familiar. Hadn’t I forgotten everything before? Right, there had been that alley with the graffiti of the Eye of Providence, or was it a pink coral pyramid with giant azure dragonflies? I #wished I could remember, but it was all a jumble.
“Think! Think!”
“Rabbits and Templars. I had been fleeing them. Why? A meeting… Cyprus… 1191. That must be why I’m wearing medieval priest’s robes. And something about their calling a meteor to destroy humanity.”
I shuddered at the image of a flaming ball crossing a blue sky. Suddenly, a hot flash caused me to flush, leaving me uncomfortably damp with sweat.
I parted the grass I lay in, looking for Emily, but I was alone in a forest of #august oaks: gnarled trees whose branches brushed the Sphinx’s sides. Tall ferns crowded its bronze base, a path threading through them.
“Emily?” I muttered. Then, turning my head to look for her, I saw an open meadow sloping away from me. In its center lay a large trampled circle where feet had beaten down the grass.
“Fairies?” I asked myself. But that was crazy.
It must have all been a wild, vivid nightmare. Who’d ever heard of fairies or rabbits with rifles? The vision of them in Nazi uniforms and Templar surcoats flared in my mind and then faded.
A dream? It all had to be a confused vision, and Emily must be a figment of my sleeping brain. Why did that make me want to cry?
A tear ran down my cheek.
Welcome to volume two of “Bijou the Time-Traveling Ghost.” We open in the far future, 1,802,701 of the Common Era, and with poor Bijou only vaguely remembering Emily, the Lapin Cabal, the Illuminati, Templars, and the Covenant of Judas.
#TootFic #NMFic #TimeTravel #HistoricalFantasy #UrbanFantasy #Mythpunk #Serial #Slowburn
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#TimeTravelingGhost EP 11: Post 121, 1191, The Castle of Nicosia
#Wss366 Brandy #TimeTravelAuthors 07/31. Author's choice/promo
The canister held by the Grand Marshal’s attendants was bullet-shaped, the size of a large artillery shell, and dull black like anodized aluminum. No twelfth-century smith had forged this futuristic object.
“I present Simon Magus risen from the dead,” said Sir Sablé with reverence.
A murmur swept through the room. Near me, a man muttered, “Magus? What heresy is this?”
Sablé’s hands passed over the container, and the front slid back. The vessel was definitely not of twelfth-century origin. It couldn’t even have been constructed in my own era. A head with a short, curly beard, and Palestinian features was revealed. His skin was an unhealthy color, blotched like ivory that had been buried for centuries.
Another murmur arose, and out of the corner of my eye, I saw Montferrat’s hand clench; knuckles white. Was his displeasure with this conclave the true reason for his assassination?
Simon opened his eyes and spoke, “Silence, for on your account I have risen; that I may guide the lost sheep and hasten the coming of our Lord.”
“But wait,” he continued. “I sense one who is not of you: a spider garbed as a holy dove.”
His eyes, the color of #brandy, burnt into me, and he began spewing Latin. “Te maledico ut sis terrenus. Alae tuae mihi caeduntur.”
I grew heavy, and the room seemed to be bathed in light. Knowledge flooded my mind: the bishop was Philippe de Dreux of Beauvais, hated by King Richard; and the Grand Marshal’s attendants were Gilbert Horal and Brother Aimery, Marshal of the Temple. I had come to the Holy Lands after my wife, Mary, had died in childbirth.
I suddenly understood Simon’s Latin. “I bind you. Ensnare you in your own web,” he chanted.
Emily was rushing towards me, but I felt weak and sick. I had only moments to react. I was being bound to this time.
“In the sacred and forbidden names of the Lord, be cursed…”
I wished to be far away, safely beyond the reach of the Lapin Cabal and its allies.
The lights flickered, and I felt as if my soul was being torn from my body. Then darkness descended.
When I awoke, I was lying in tall grass. Above me stood a weathered marble phoenix, perched on a bronze base. I looked around. I was alone. Emily was nowhere to be seen.
Thus ends Volume I of “Bijou the Time-Traveling Ghost.” We have traveled from the birth of a spirit robbed of all memory of herself to the discovery of an eon-old conspiracy to destroy the world as we know it. An illustrated and revised version of this story is currently being serialized at:
If you would like to catch up or are interested in reading an improved version, please join me on one of those sites.
Nara Moore
#TootFic #NMFic #TimeTravel #HistoricalFantasy #UrbanFantasy #Mythpunk #Serial #Slowburn #Templar #Templars
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#TimeTravelingGhost EP 11: Post 120, 1191, The Castle of Nicosia (2 of 2 parts)
#Wss366 Boner #TimeTravelAuthors 07/29. proof/prove
Sir Sablé began winding down after the big announcement confirming the link between the book we had seen in the British Museum and the current meeting, saying, “Let the fruits of this gathering, our Garden of Gethsemane, be known as ‘The Covenant of St. Judas.’”
There were murmurs of dissent around me, and Sir Conrad's face showed his dissatisfaction. Frankly, I had to agree. I wouldn’t have been swayed either by the blatant heresy of his words.
However, the Grand Marshal was prepared for this and announced, “Some of you still doubt me. That is nothing new; even those who heard Our Lord with their own ears did not believe Him. Therefore, I shall show you the sign entrusted to me.”
He nodded to his attendants. They turned to leave, only to stop when Sir Conrad spoke. “And of King Henry?”
The Templar frowned and might have objected, but Conrad was too important a person to ignore.
“Henry is not privy to this conclave,” Sir Sablé said. “Let the Lord of England do what he does best: fight the infidels. Bois-Guilbert and Lancaster are here as John’s envoys. I have his noble word of support for our venture. Are you satisfied, Montferrat?” (So I was right; he was Sir Conrad of Montferrat. I was a tiny fish swimming with this era’s barracudas.)
“I am,” he answered. His face told a different story: grim, hard, and skeptical.
Sir Sablé’s knights left, soon returning with a metal canister. The sight turned me cold. Although the Grand Master presented it as a holy thing, I could sense its abominable nature. What fresh horror was about to be revealed?
#TootFic #NMFic #TimeTravel #HistoricalFantasy #UrbanFantasy #Mythpunk #Serial #Slowburn #Templar
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#TimeTravelingGhost EP 11: Post 120, 1191, The Castle of Nicosia (1 of 2 parts)
#Wss366 Boner #TimeTravelAuthors 07/29. proof/prove
“You may be seated,” Sir Sablé said. The Grand Master of the Templars’ voice was dignified, higher than one might expect, but the tone was that of someone accustomed to command. “Bishop Dreux, will you honor this gathering with a prayer?”
I recognized the priest he had called on as the person who’d challenged Sir Conrad earlier. Even though he was a bishop, he was clearly also a fighting man: strong, scarred; the bulk of his robes hinted at chain mail beneath. I didn’t understand the brief Latin prayer he led. It was a pity I hadn’t learned Latin at university.
While we prayed, Emily left my side, moving to the dais so she could hear what the rabbits were saying to Sir Sablé. It was a decision that would later #prove disastrous. A real #boner, as some of my cruder students might have said. (Why did these memories come back to me when I couldn’t follow up on them?)
Once the prayer had finished, the Grand Master addressed us. “You have been called here in the Lord’s name and shall be blessed for your piety…”
He continued in this vein for a while, and most of what he said wasn’t worth repeating. However, other parts of his speech had stunning implications.
- “Though unworthy, the Lord hath lifted me from the dust as our Lord Jesus did Mary Magdalene, and a heavenly host has vouchsafed me words. Today, I humbly bear their message for your ears.”
Behind him the rabbits made ironic bows that he couldn’t see.
- “As Saint Judas Iscariot sacrificed himself to bring about our Savior’s glorious act of redemption, we too are summoned to make the ultimate sacrifice, our honor. We may be reviled for our deeds, but we the faithful shall show the same devotion, to God’s will, Abraham did when the Lord commanded him to sacrifice his son. We will hold fast, knowing that our obedience is required to invoke the Third Coming, bringing a fiery end to this sinful race, Adam’s kin, and to call down the final judgment when the Lord’s hammer smites the world once again.”
A groan escaped me. For an instant I could see the Cretaceous–Paleogene fireball streaking across the sky, setting me ablaze. Fortunately, Sir Sablé’s speech had everyone enthralled, or perhaps they thought it was a gasp of wonder.
It was part intuition and part logic that led me to conclude that the Lapin Cabal intended to bring a meteor down on the world, as had happened in Yucatán. How or why I didn’t know. To this end, they recruited the gullible, the ambitious, and the truly wicked to do their bidding. The Templars, Illuminati, Nazis, and ICE-Nine were just examples of this.
The implications were staggering, and from Emily’s face, she recognized it too.
#TootFic #NMFic #TimeTravel #HistoricalFantasy #UrbanFantasy #Mythpunk #Serial #Slowburn #Templar #Templars
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Bijou the #TimeTravelingGhost (2nd Edition)
EP 4: 1937, Gardner Island, Early Night
Careless wishes get messy results.
Tags: #TimeTravel #Fantasy #UrbanFantasy #HistoricalFantasy #LightNovel #Romance #Queer #Sappfic #Serial #AmeliaEarhart
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#TimeTravelingGhost EP 11: Post 119, 1191, The Castle of Nicosia
#Wss366 North #TimeTravelAuthors 07/25. unite/together
Things in the council chamber soon settled back to how they had been before, with people ignoring me. I was small potatoes and, having incurred the ire of Sir Conrad, I was not someone to befriend.
Meanwhile, talk of King Richard advancing from the #north towards the Holy City was rife at one end of the room. On the other side of the room, Sir Conrad was extolling the need to #unite under his banner, emphasizing how feuding over the throne of Jerusalem weakened the defense of the lands they’d secured. I couldn’t help wondering what would happen if I warned him that he would be assassinated by the end of next year.
Silence fell as two knights entered and ascended the dais. Everyone rose, and the Templars dropped to one knee. The rest of us bowed our heads as a lean, muscular man followed them. His face was that of a warrior: short, grey-streaked hair, darkly tanned, a trimmed beard, and a scar over his left eye. A lapin dressed as a Templar page stood on either side of him.
His human attendants announced, “Sir Robert IV de Sablé, Grand Master of the Holy and Valiant Order of the Knights Templar, Lord of Cyprus.”
#TootFic #NMFic #TimeTravel #HistoricalFantasy #UrbanFantasy #Mythpunk #Serial #Slowburn #Templar #Templars
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Bijou the #TimeTravelingGhost (2nd Edition)
EP 3: 2025, Miskatonic University II (Skully’s Office)
Bijou and Emily learn the basics of time-travel before fleeing from ICE-Nine.
Tags: #TimeTravel #Fantasy #UrbanFantasy #HistoricalFantasy #LightNovel #Romance #Queer #Sappfic #Serial
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And this is what happens when your ambition outpaces your intention
#TheHeirsLair #Review #BookReview #Historical #Fantasy #HistoricalFantasy #HistoricalReview #FantasyReview #TheHussiteTrilogy #LightPerpetual #BookSky💙📚 #scififantasyspecfic
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#TimeTravelingGhost EP 11: Post 118, 1191, The Castle of Nicosia
#Wss366 Foil #TimeTravelAuthors 07/15. fail/loss
Breathing seemed to have stopped in the chamber as people awaited Sir Conrad’s answer. He was clearly someone whose opinion was important to the Templars. My guess was he was Conrad of Montferrat, a contender for the crown of the Kingdom of Jerusalem. If he objected to my presence or challenged my identity further, I would be at a #loss on how to remedy the situation. The worst outcome would be that he’d have me arrested.
Emily grasped my hand, and I prepared to time-trip away if our plan was #foiled.
“You may stay,” the lord said. “But I’ll insist you enjoy the hospitality of my camp after the council. I trust you will provide more proofs.”
I bowed and took my seat, aware that Conrad’s gaze was still on me.
#TootFic #NMFic #TimeTravel #HistoricalFantasy #UrbanFantasy #Mythpunk #Serial #Slowburn #Templar #Templars
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Bijou the #TimeTravelingGhost (2nd Edition)
Episode 3: 2025, Miskatonic University I
Bijou meets some old ¿Friends?
Tags: #TimeTravel #Fantasy #UrbanFantasy #HistoricalFantasy #LightNovel #Romance #Queer #Sappfic #Serial
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youtu.be/albuya6LA44
I'm feeling mixed about this media product. Good book, but what does it lead to?
#TheHeirsLair #Review #BookReview #TheHussiteTrilogy #WarriorsOfGod #Historical #Fantasy #HistoricalFantasy #FantasyReview #HistoricalFantasyReview #BookSky #scififantasyspecfic
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#TimeTravelingGhost EP 11: Post 117, 1191, The Castle of Nicosia
#Wss366 Sty #TimeTravelAuthors 07/11 Saturday breathe/breath
When the conclave ended, I needed to talk with Emily. She wouldn’t say things like that unless she meant more. Although we had only known each other for a few weeks, I hoped her flattering words weren’t just fluff. Right now, though, I needed to focus on my Templar impersonation.
Even if I had wanted to discuss our relationship then, I couldn’t, as Petros had returned with what turned out to be one of the worst meals I’d ever faced: tough, fatty meat and coarse, gritty bread. With the help of the sour wine, I choked it down. I had no choice but to eat it if I wanted to maintain my pretense.
Relief came partway through the meal, when another servant arrived announcing: “If you will follow me, M’Lord.”
I handed Petros the remains of the food and followed the servant into the courtyard and to the central citadel. At the door, we passed a squad of knights in full armor standing guard. They were grim figures, many with scarred faces visible beneath their helmets. Even the fortress gate hadn’t been guarded this well.
Once inside, I was led to a chamber dominated by a raised dais at the far end. Men sat in chairs around a table running down the center of the room, their gazes turned to fix on me. Brian de Bois-Guilbert rose from one of the chairs and announced, “Sir William de Lancaster, in the service of my friend the Prior of Aymer.”
“I heard you died,” another voice said.
Silence fell, and all the faces turned to look at the speaker: a man with a full, trimmed beard and narrow eyes. A #sty marred his handsome Latin features.
“Lord Conrad, I vouch for him,” Bois-Guilbert replied.
The man waved a hand, dismissing the objection. “Let the Lancaster speak for himself. Matters are too weighty for him to remain unchallenged.”
Sir Brian’s face grew red, but he remained silent.
I took a deep #breath, pointed to my throat, and choked out: “Miracle… Swallowed… Lead…Released…”
A third voice spoke, a bishop by his appearance. “My lord, Marquis, what say you? Will you deny the Lord’s miracle?”
#TootFic #NMFic #TimeTravel #HistoricalFantasy #UrbanFantasy #Mythpunk #Serial #Slowburn #Sapphic
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Crusade of the Damned (The Phoenix Elite, 4) by C.T. Clark
The beauty of humanity and the brutality of tech oligarchy clash in this thrilling global race to contain a deadly virus and its viral hate-campaigns.
The post Crusade of the Damned (The Phoenix Elite, 4) by C.T. Clark appeared first on Independent Book Review.
https://independentbookreview.com/2026/07/09/crusade-of-the-damned-the-phoenix-elite-4-by-c-t-clark/#bookreview #historicalfantasy #indieauthor #SciFiAndFantasy #ThePhoenixElite4
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youtu.be/iA7xgjoCbO0
Anyone up to start a new series?
#TheHeirsLair #Review #BookReview #Historical #Fantasy #HistoricalFantasy #HistoricalReview #FantasyReview #HistoricalFantasyReview #JanHuss #Hussite #TheHussiteTrilogy #TheTowerOfFools #BookSky #scififantasyspecfic
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#TimeTravelingGhost EP 11: Post 116, 1191, The Castle of Nicosia
#Wss366 West #TimeTravelAuthors 07/3 Main character’s appearance
Sir Bois-Guilbert led me to a limestone room on the #west side of the inner courtyard. The unadorned chamber was furnished with plain wooden furniture, emphasizing function over aesthetics. This wasn’t a barracks, nor was it a stateroom. The choice of the room made clear my status in Bois-Guilbert’s estimation.
“I’ll announce your arrival,” the noble said. “We weren’t expecting you.”
He gestured to a silent, bow-headed servant standing in the background to hand me a goblet of wine. The man’s status was clear not only by his subservience but also by his rough, spun white robes.
“Petros here will take care of your needs,” the noble said, then dipped his head and departed.
Emily waved adieu and followed closely on his heels.
She wasn’t gone long before she drifted in again, signaling for me to get rid of the servant.
“Petros, food.” I kept my order brief. It felt odd to treat someone with such arrogance, but it was in keeping with my role.
After Petros genuflected and left, I turned to Emily. “Go ahead, but hurry. We don’t know how soon he’ll be back.”
"They suspect nothing," she said. "There was some talk of the miracle, but no one suspects anything. What will you say if you're asked about it?"
I touched my throat. “When I refused to recant my faith, they forced me to drink lead. Upon my miraculous survival, I was released.”
“It's a good lie,” Emily said, resuming her report. “You need to take care, though. I found drawings of you and Georgina. They’re not very good, but they look enough like you that if someone compared them to you, they might guess your true identity.”
She smiled. “Your figure was Rubenesque and your face was rounder, rather than trim and modern. The nose was especially bad, largish, no match for your cute, button-like nose. You’re wearing a white Grecian gown, like something from a painting of Roman gods. They had your hair correct: flaxen with porcelain skin. As long as you don't speak, they won't suspect anything. Your French sounds nothing like theirs.”
“Trim and modern?” “Cute button nose?” “Porcelain skin?” I blushed.
“I’ll do that,” I said, barely keeping from stuttering.
#TootFic #NMFic #TimeTravel #HistoricalFantasy #UrbanFantasy #Mythpunk #Serial #Slowburn #Sapphic
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#TimeTravelingGhost EP 11: Post 115, 1191, The Castle of Nicosia
#Wss366 Carbon #TimeTravelAuthors 07/1 Introduce your time travel story
The sergeant glanced at Lot’s ring and said, “Wait,” and gestured to a soldier.
“I’ll be back to warn you if there's a problem,” Emily said as she followed the man into the fortress. I grew nervous as we separated; what if I had to time-trip away?
That wasn’t why I was sweating. Though the noon temperatures were quite temperate, I was standing in the sun. Nor could it have been the situation we were headed into, the heart of the Templar/Lapin conspiracy.
Who was I kidding? It was both. I was on the verge of learning what the Illuminated Ones and other assorted villains were up to. Maybe I would even learn why I had been reincarnated as a time-traveler. Either that or fleeing, having given my enemies warning that I was sniffing around their doings. The dime could drop at any moment and my partner might or might not be there to escape with me.
I didn’t have long to wait before a man dressed in a Templar’s surcoat emerged, accompanied by Emily. You could tell his status at a glance; instead of the more common coarse cotton or wool cloth we had seen so far, his clothes were made of richly embroidered material trimmed with ermine. The surcoat was made of good quality silk. His hair was well-tended, oiled, and, I think, perfumed.
There was nothing of the dandy about him, though. The sword at his side would have taken both my arms to lift. However, his heavily muscled arms would have had no trouble with this task. Stern blue eyes stared out at me from a weathered face, tanned by the Palestinian sun.
“Brian de Bois-Guilbert,” Emily announced.
I bowed and, in a hoarse whisper, said, “My humble greeting, Sir Bois-Guilbert,” pointing to my throat. This was a man with whom I daren’t take risks. If he heard my French, I’m sure it would betray me.
“Sir William, it is good to see you alive. This is a most welcome miracle.” He replied. Then, in a sterner voice, he said, “Your ring.”
I held out Lot’s ring.
He pulled off a glove and compared the ring on his hand with the one on mine. Finding them #carbon-copies a smile broke out on his face. “This is indeed an unlooked-for pleasure. Welcome and enter. We must find you a stirrup cup to celebrate your arrival.”
I had passed the first hurdle.
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The Golem’s Holocaust by Scott Eveloff
A striking historical novel about a supernatural guardian arising during humanity’s darkest chapter
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