#novels — Public Fediverse posts
Live and recent posts from across the Fediverse tagged #novels, aggregated by home.social.
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Edwidge Danticat on Haitian Americans in a Time of Peril
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Edwidge Danticat on Haitian Americans in a Time of Peril
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Edwidge Danticat on Haitian Americans in a Time of Peril
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Edwidge Danticat on Haitian Americans in a Time of Peril
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Edwidge Danticat on Haitian Americans in a Time of Peril
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Well that is it. This is the last entry/segment/piece of Beware the Ills. Thank you everyone who has seen this through till the end. It meant a lot to me. It was my first and favorite book. What a story.
#writing #reading #fiction #books #novels #horror #fantasy #darkfantasy #steampunk
https://patrickwmarshauthor.wordpress.com/2026/09/04/beware-the-ills-part-59/
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Well that is it. This is the last entry/segment/piece of Beware the Ills. Thank you everyone who has seen this through till the end. It meant a lot to me. It was my first and favorite book. What a story.
#writing #reading #fiction #books #novels #horror #fantasy #darkfantasy #steampunk
https://patrickwmarshauthor.wordpress.com/2026/09/04/beware-the-ills-part-59/
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Well that is it. This is the last entry/segment/piece of Beware the Ills. Thank you everyone who has seen this through till the end. It meant a lot to me. It was my first and favorite book. What a story.
#writing #reading #fiction #books #novels #horror #fantasy #darkfantasy #steampunk
https://patrickwmarshauthor.wordpress.com/2026/09/04/beware-the-ills-part-59/
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Well that is it. This is the last entry/segment/piece of Beware the Ills. Thank you everyone who has seen this through till the end. It meant a lot to me. It was my first and favorite book. What a story.
#writing #reading #fiction #books #novels #horror #fantasy #darkfantasy #steampunk
https://patrickwmarshauthor.wordpress.com/2026/09/04/beware-the-ills-part-59/
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Well that is it. This is the last entry/segment/piece of Beware the Ills. Thank you everyone who has seen this through till the end. It meant a lot to me. It was my first and favorite book. What a story.
#writing #reading #fiction #books #novels #horror #fantasy #darkfantasy #steampunk
https://patrickwmarshauthor.wordpress.com/2026/09/04/beware-the-ills-part-59/
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Beware the Ills: Part 59
I can feel the opening, a coolness spreading into my abdomen. It was in his sleeve. I have been stabbed, a dagger, rusty and covered with poison. It belonged to them, his people from long ago.
He must’ve dug it up here in the graveyard one day.
I’m on one knee. The poison’s working already. I need to leave here.
Of all places, I can’t die here.
She’s running over to me. She’s safe. She stops to look at Haukter and then back at me. She reaches for his hood, and mangled fur.
“Don’t touch him,” I manage to whisper. It’ll be hard to speak.
She looks at me with a strange mixture of surprise.
“I don’t want to know how he looks. Just leave him alone.”
More snow falling, the wind whirls quietly. She steps away from him and approaches me. I can hear the waves, I swear it.
“Please, please, help me get to the shore.”
I don’t think I’ll be able to talk anymore.
I lean on her as we walk. She’s strong and gentle against my shaky feet. I use every bit of strength to keep the blackness of the poison away. She’s walking and pulling me as fast as she can.
Soon we’re on the hills next to the shore. Our walk through the forest was a blur, a blood induced haze. I have lost my concept of time.
But I can still hear the lovely waves roaring.
She walks me to the edge of the forest where the ground slants down onto the white sand. She stops there, staring at the lapping black waves. She helps me sit down against a tree above the sand. Snow falls on us as we rest against its grey trunk. The evening sun has started to vanish above the lines of sea-clouds.
“Bring me to the water please?” I ask feebly. It’s rather embarrassing, my weakness. I’m not in a position for vanity. I will never again be in the position for it. She kneels down beside me and takes the black glove off my right hand. There’s blood on it, it’s soaked through. She holds my hand with a gentle, trembling softness. The invaders leftover ships bob on the black water like memories. She looks out at the shore and dark sea with dreaming eyes.
“No, you can’t get your way,” she says. She smiles behind her lips. I hope she can return safely.
I smile truthfully, and happily. I didn’t expect this kindness of not being alone. More blood-haze and faraway thoughts fill my inner eyes. Memories of dying faces, the Shingles, and those tortured Ills brush by me like phantoms. My heart feels heavy for them, and my mind can’t focus on anything, just all matters of past and present. I think of myself, and all my actions, and it’s as if two minds were within me. The one killing in the open and the other deep within me hoping and praying.
I would change.
Snow is falling. The waves roll back and forth against the sand endlessly.
The water looks so cold, so black, and so limitless.
It is beautiful.
#books #darkfantasy #fantasy #fiction #horror #novels #reading #steampunk #writing -
Beware the Ills: Part 59
I can feel the opening, a coolness spreading into my abdomen. It was in his sleeve. I have been stabbed, a dagger, rusty and covered with poison. It belonged to them, his people from long ago.
He must’ve dug it up here in the graveyard one day.
I’m on one knee. The poison’s working already. I need to leave here.
Of all places, I can’t die here.
She’s running over to me. She’s safe. She stops to look at Haukter and then back at me. She reaches for his hood, and mangled fur.
“Don’t touch him,” I manage to whisper. It’ll be hard to speak.
She looks at me with a strange mixture of surprise.
“I don’t want to know how he looks. Just leave him alone.”
More snow falling, the wind whirls quietly. She steps away from him and approaches me. I can hear the waves, I swear it.
“Please, please, help me get to the shore.”
I don’t think I’ll be able to talk anymore.
I lean on her as we walk. She’s strong and gentle against my shaky feet. I use every bit of strength to keep the blackness of the poison away. She’s walking and pulling me as fast as she can.
Soon we’re on the hills next to the shore. Our walk through the forest was a blur, a blood induced haze. I have lost my concept of time.
But I can still hear the lovely waves roaring.
She walks me to the edge of the forest where the ground slants down onto the white sand. She stops there, staring at the lapping black waves. She helps me sit down against a tree above the sand. Snow falls on us as we rest against its grey trunk. The evening sun has started to vanish above the lines of sea-clouds.
“Bring me to the water please?” I ask feebly. It’s rather embarrassing, my weakness. I’m not in a position for vanity. I will never again be in the position for it. She kneels down beside me and takes the black glove off my right hand. There’s blood on it, it’s soaked through. She holds my hand with a gentle, trembling softness. The invaders leftover ships bob on the black water like memories. She looks out at the shore and dark sea with dreaming eyes.
“No, you can’t get your way,” she says. She smiles behind her lips. I hope she can return safely.
I smile truthfully, and happily. I didn’t expect this kindness of not being alone. More blood-haze and faraway thoughts fill my inner eyes. Memories of dying faces, the Shingles, and those tortured Ills brush by me like phantoms. My heart feels heavy for them, and my mind can’t focus on anything, just all matters of past and present. I think of myself, and all my actions, and it’s as if two minds were within me. The one killing in the open and the other deep within me hoping and praying.
I would change.
Snow is falling. The waves roll back and forth against the sand endlessly.
The water looks so cold, so black, and so limitless.
It is beautiful.
#books #darkfantasy #fantasy #fiction #horror #novels #reading #steampunk #writing -
Beware the Ills: Part 59
I can feel the opening, a coolness spreading into my abdomen. It was in his sleeve. I have been stabbed, a dagger, rusty and covered with poison. It belonged to them, his people from long ago.
He must’ve dug it up here in the graveyard one day.
I’m on one knee. The poison’s working already. I need to leave here.
Of all places, I can’t die here.
She’s running over to me. She’s safe. She stops to look at Haukter and then back at me. She reaches for his hood, and mangled fur.
“Don’t touch him,” I manage to whisper. It’ll be hard to speak.
She looks at me with a strange mixture of surprise.
“I don’t want to know how he looks. Just leave him alone.”
More snow falling, the wind whirls quietly. She steps away from him and approaches me. I can hear the waves, I swear it.
“Please, please, help me get to the shore.”
I don’t think I’ll be able to talk anymore.
I lean on her as we walk. She’s strong and gentle against my shaky feet. I use every bit of strength to keep the blackness of the poison away. She’s walking and pulling me as fast as she can.
Soon we’re on the hills next to the shore. Our walk through the forest was a blur, a blood induced haze. I have lost my concept of time.
But I can still hear the lovely waves roaring.
She walks me to the edge of the forest where the ground slants down onto the white sand. She stops there, staring at the lapping black waves. She helps me sit down against a tree above the sand. Snow falls on us as we rest against its grey trunk. The evening sun has started to vanish above the lines of sea-clouds.
“Bring me to the water please?” I ask feebly. It’s rather embarrassing, my weakness. I’m not in a position for vanity. I will never again be in the position for it. She kneels down beside me and takes the black glove off my right hand. There’s blood on it, it’s soaked through. She holds my hand with a gentle, trembling softness. The invaders leftover ships bob on the black water like memories. She looks out at the shore and dark sea with dreaming eyes.
“No, you can’t get your way,” she says. She smiles behind her lips. I hope she can return safely.
I smile truthfully, and happily. I didn’t expect this kindness of not being alone. More blood-haze and faraway thoughts fill my inner eyes. Memories of dying faces, the Shingles, and those tortured Ills brush by me like phantoms. My heart feels heavy for them, and my mind can’t focus on anything, just all matters of past and present. I think of myself, and all my actions, and it’s as if two minds were within me. The one killing in the open and the other deep within me hoping and praying.
I would change.
Snow is falling. The waves roll back and forth against the sand endlessly.
The water looks so cold, so black, and so limitless.
It is beautiful.
#books #darkfantasy #fantasy #fiction #horror #novels #reading #steampunk #writing -
Beware the Ills: Part 59
I can feel the opening, a coolness spreading into my abdomen. It was in his sleeve. I have been stabbed, a dagger, rusty and covered with poison. It belonged to them, his people from long ago.
He must’ve dug it up here in the graveyard one day.
I’m on one knee. The poison’s working already. I need to leave here.
Of all places, I can’t die here.
She’s running over to me. She’s safe. She stops to look at Haukter and then back at me. She reaches for his hood, and mangled fur.
“Don’t touch him,” I manage to whisper. It’ll be hard to speak.
She looks at me with a strange mixture of surprise.
“I don’t want to know how he looks. Just leave him alone.”
More snow falling, the wind whirls quietly. She steps away from him and approaches me. I can hear the waves, I swear it.
“Please, please, help me get to the shore.”
I don’t think I’ll be able to talk anymore.
I lean on her as we walk. She’s strong and gentle against my shaky feet. I use every bit of strength to keep the blackness of the poison away. She’s walking and pulling me as fast as she can.
Soon we’re on the hills next to the shore. Our walk through the forest was a blur, a blood induced haze. I have lost my concept of time.
But I can still hear the lovely waves roaring.
She walks me to the edge of the forest where the ground slants down onto the white sand. She stops there, staring at the lapping black waves. She helps me sit down against a tree above the sand. Snow falls on us as we rest against its grey trunk. The evening sun has started to vanish above the lines of sea-clouds.
“Bring me to the water please?” I ask feebly. It’s rather embarrassing, my weakness. I’m not in a position for vanity. I will never again be in the position for it. She kneels down beside me and takes the black glove off my right hand. There’s blood on it, it’s soaked through. She holds my hand with a gentle, trembling softness. The invaders leftover ships bob on the black water like memories. She looks out at the shore and dark sea with dreaming eyes.
“No, you can’t get your way,” she says. She smiles behind her lips. I hope she can return safely.
I smile truthfully, and happily. I didn’t expect this kindness of not being alone. More blood-haze and faraway thoughts fill my inner eyes. Memories of dying faces, the Shingles, and those tortured Ills brush by me like phantoms. My heart feels heavy for them, and my mind can’t focus on anything, just all matters of past and present. I think of myself, and all my actions, and it’s as if two minds were within me. The one killing in the open and the other deep within me hoping and praying.
I would change.
Snow is falling. The waves roll back and forth against the sand endlessly.
The water looks so cold, so black, and so limitless.
It is beautiful.
#books #darkfantasy #fantasy #fiction #horror #novels #reading #steampunk #writing -
Beware the Ills: Part 59
I can feel the opening, a coolness spreading into my abdomen. It was in his sleeve. I have been stabbed, a dagger, rusty and covered with poison. It belonged to them, his people from long ago.
He must’ve dug it up here in the graveyard one day.
I’m on one knee. The poison’s working already. I need to leave here.
Of all places, I can’t die here.
She’s running over to me. She’s safe. She stops to look at Haukter and then back at me. She reaches for his hood, and mangled fur.
“Don’t touch him,” I manage to whisper. It’ll be hard to speak.
She looks at me with a strange mixture of surprise.
“I don’t want to know how he looks. Just leave him alone.”
More snow falling, the wind whirls quietly. She steps away from him and approaches me. I can hear the waves, I swear it.
“Please, please, help me get to the shore.”
I don’t think I’ll be able to talk anymore.
I lean on her as we walk. She’s strong and gentle against my shaky feet. I use every bit of strength to keep the blackness of the poison away. She’s walking and pulling me as fast as she can.
Soon we’re on the hills next to the shore. Our walk through the forest was a blur, a blood induced haze. I have lost my concept of time.
But I can still hear the lovely waves roaring.
She walks me to the edge of the forest where the ground slants down onto the white sand. She stops there, staring at the lapping black waves. She helps me sit down against a tree above the sand. Snow falls on us as we rest against its grey trunk. The evening sun has started to vanish above the lines of sea-clouds.
“Bring me to the water please?” I ask feebly. It’s rather embarrassing, my weakness. I’m not in a position for vanity. I will never again be in the position for it. She kneels down beside me and takes the black glove off my right hand. There’s blood on it, it’s soaked through. She holds my hand with a gentle, trembling softness. The invaders leftover ships bob on the black water like memories. She looks out at the shore and dark sea with dreaming eyes.
“No, you can’t get your way,” she says. She smiles behind her lips. I hope she can return safely.
I smile truthfully, and happily. I didn’t expect this kindness of not being alone. More blood-haze and faraway thoughts fill my inner eyes. Memories of dying faces, the Shingles, and those tortured Ills brush by me like phantoms. My heart feels heavy for them, and my mind can’t focus on anything, just all matters of past and present. I think of myself, and all my actions, and it’s as if two minds were within me. The one killing in the open and the other deep within me hoping and praying.
I would change.
Snow is falling. The waves roll back and forth against the sand endlessly.
The water looks so cold, so black, and so limitless.
It is beautiful.
#fantasy #horror #writing #books #novels #fiction #steampunk #reading #darkfantasy -
GOOSE CREEK HOLLER is featured in the Book Funnel promotion, NOBODY IS INNOCENT. Nothing could be truer in my Appalachian thriller, where even the good guys have to bend the rules and the law to survive. Check out all the other great titles in the promo and then CLICK ON GOOSE CREEK HOLLER to learn more! https://books.bookfunnel.com/nobody-is-innocent/ym4sbqxlru
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GOOSE CREEK HOLLER is featured in the Book Funnel promotion, NOBODY IS INNOCENT. Nothing could be truer in my Appalachian thriller, where even the good guys have to bend the rules and the law to survive. Check out all the other great titles in the promo and then CLICK ON GOOSE CREEK HOLLER to learn more! https://books.bookfunnel.com/nobody-is-innocent/ym4sbqxlru
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GOOSE CREEK HOLLER is featured in the Book Funnel promotion, NOBODY IS INNOCENT. Nothing could be truer in my Appalachian thriller, where even the good guys have to bend the rules and the law to survive. Check out all the other great titles in the promo and then CLICK ON GOOSE CREEK HOLLER to learn more! https://books.bookfunnel.com/nobody-is-innocent/ym4sbqxlru
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GOOSE CREEK HOLLER is featured in the Book Funnel promotion, NOBODY IS INNOCENT. Nothing could be truer in my Appalachian thriller, where even the good guys have to bend the rules and the law to survive. Check out all the other great titles in the promo and then CLICK ON GOOSE CREEK HOLLER to learn more! https://books.bookfunnel.com/nobody-is-innocent/ym4sbqxlru
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GOOSE CREEK HOLLER is featured in the Book Funnel promotion, NOBODY IS INNOCENT. Nothing could be truer in my Appalachian thriller, where even the good guys have to bend the rules and the law to survive. Check out all the other great titles in the promo and then CLICK ON GOOSE CREEK HOLLER to learn more! https://books.bookfunnel.com/nobody-is-innocent/ym4sbqxlru
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kathy acker: get rid of meaning
https://p-u-n-c-h.ro/koenigbooks/kathy-acker-get-rid-of-meaning/
American author Kathy Acker was one of the most influential writers of the 20th century. Working through an experimental and avant-garde tradition, she wrote numerous novels, essays, poems, and novellas from the early 1970s to the late 1990s. As a postmodernist, plagiarist, and post-punk feminist, she continues to inspire generations of writers, philosophers, and artists. The book GET RID OF MEANING, edited by Anja Casser and Matias Viegener, is the first comprehensive publication on Acker’s work from an artistic and literary perspective. It includes previously unpublished material from Acker’s personal archive and other collections. The publication is the compilation of a multipart research project including an exhibition and a symposium at Badischer Kunstverein in Karlsruhe.https://p-u-n-c-h.ro/koenigbooks/kathy-acker-get-rid-of-meaning/
#AnjaCasser #BadischerKunstverein #essays #experimentalWriting #feminism #feminist #KathyAcker #MatiasViegener #novels #plagiarist #poems #postPunk #postmodernist -
kathy acker: get rid of meaning
https://p-u-n-c-h.ro/koenigbooks/kathy-acker-get-rid-of-meaning/
American author Kathy Acker was one of the most influential writers of the 20th century. Working through an experimental and avant-garde tradition, she wrote numerous novels, essays, poems, and novellas from the early 1970s to the late 1990s. As a postmodernist, plagiarist, and post-punk feminist, she continues to inspire generations of writers, philosophers, and artists. The book GET RID OF MEANING, edited by Anja Casser and Matias Viegener, is the first comprehensive publication on Acker’s work from an artistic and literary perspective. It includes previously unpublished material from Acker’s personal archive and other collections. The publication is the compilation of a multipart research project including an exhibition and a symposium at Badischer Kunstverein in Karlsruhe.https://p-u-n-c-h.ro/koenigbooks/kathy-acker-get-rid-of-meaning/
#AnjaCasser #BadischerKunstverein #essays #experimentalWriting #feminism #feminist #KathyAcker #MatiasViegener #novels #plagiarist #poems #postPunk #postmodernist -
kathy acker: get rid of meaning
https://p-u-n-c-h.ro/koenigbooks/kathy-acker-get-rid-of-meaning/
American author Kathy Acker was one of the most influential writers of the 20th century. Working through an experimental and avant-garde tradition, she wrote numerous novels, essays, poems, and novellas from the early 1970s to the late 1990s. As a postmodernist, plagiarist, and post-punk feminist, she continues to inspire generations of writers, philosophers, and artists. The book GET RID OF MEANING, edited by Anja Casser and Matias Viegener, is the first comprehensive publication on Acker’s work from an artistic and literary perspective. It includes previously unpublished material from Acker’s personal archive and other collections. The publication is the compilation of a multipart research project including an exhibition and a symposium at Badischer Kunstverein in Karlsruhe.https://p-u-n-c-h.ro/koenigbooks/kathy-acker-get-rid-of-meaning/
#AnjaCasser #BadischerKunstverein #essays #experimentalWriting #feminism #feminist #KathyAcker #MatiasViegener #novels #plagiarist #poems #postPunk #postmodernist -
kathy acker: get rid of meaning
https://p-u-n-c-h.ro/koenigbooks/kathy-acker-get-rid-of-meaning/
American author Kathy Acker was one of the most influential writers of the 20th century. Working through an experimental and avant-garde tradition, she wrote numerous novels, essays, poems, and novellas from the early 1970s to the late 1990s. As a postmodernist, plagiarist, and post-punk feminist, she continues to inspire generations of writers, philosophers, and artists. The book GET RID OF MEANING, edited by Anja Casser and Matias Viegener, is the first comprehensive publication on Acker’s work from an artistic and literary perspective. It includes previously unpublished material from Acker’s personal archive and other collections. The publication is the compilation of a multipart research project including an exhibition and a symposium at Badischer Kunstverein in Karlsruhe.https://p-u-n-c-h.ro/koenigbooks/kathy-acker-get-rid-of-meaning/
#AnjaCasser #BadischerKunstverein #essays #experimentalWriting #feminism #feminist #KathyAcker #MatiasViegener #novels #plagiarist #poems #postPunk #postmodernist -
kathy acker: get rid of meaning
https://p-u-n-c-h.ro/koenigbooks/kathy-acker-get-rid-of-meaning/
American author Kathy Acker was one of the most influential writers of the 20th century. Working through an experimental and avant-garde tradition, she wrote numerous novels, essays, poems, and novellas from the early 1970s to the late 1990s. As a postmodernist, plagiarist, and post-punk feminist, she continues to inspire generations of writers, philosophers, and artists. The book GET RID OF MEANING, edited by Anja Casser and Matias Viegener, is the first comprehensive publication on Acker’s work from an artistic and literary perspective. It includes previously unpublished material from Acker’s personal archive and other collections. The publication is the compilation of a multipart research project including an exhibition and a symposium at Badischer Kunstverein in Karlsruhe.https://p-u-n-c-h.ro/koenigbooks/kathy-acker-get-rid-of-meaning/
#AnjaCasser #BadischerKunstverein #essays #experimentalWriting #feminism #feminist #KathyAcker #MatiasViegener #novels #plagiarist #poems #postPunk #postmodernist -
What am I reading?
¾ through Ancient Roman by Simon Baker and enjoying it thoroughly. Perhaps it's my own ignorance of the rise and fall of the Roman Empire, but I have been surprised at how similar current power dynamics match those of Rome in the first century AD and before. I've got Prince Orange 🍊 down as Nero and his sycophants as the aristocratic elites in the Roman Senate: clueless & self serving!
I recommend the Heythwaite Trilogy, a Yorkshire saga by Annie Eileen Rogers, as some easy reading if you have just put down a heavy read, like Ancient Rome!
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Malik A. Ahmed, author of Eyes of Fire
What inspires you to write?
My inspiration comes from the deep mysteries of human nature and survival under immense pressure. My debut novel was inspired by a haunting dream where my protagonist, Victoria Stevens, visited me crying, with her mouth completely and smoothly sealed by her own skin rather than stitched with thread. That image forced me to bring her world to life.
What have you written so far?
I built a foundation in digital storytelling, short stories, and crime suspense serials on Wattpad and Inkitt, including Hayley: Deadly Silence. I transitioned to the global English-language market with The Woman of Fire, Eyes of Fire Book 1, a 476-page dark fantasy/psychological suspense/sci-fi thriller.
Do you work with an outline or plot sketch, or do you prefer to let a general idea guide your writing?
I am a structured outliner. I map major turning points and suspense hooks with clean digital outlines focused on psychological twists and character arcs. Once set, I write in complete silence and absolute darkness, illuminated only by my monitor.
Did you independently or “self” publish, or did you go the “traditional” publishing route, and why?
I chose independent self-publishing for complete creative freedom over story, branding, and pacing. For dark fantasy and thriller series, managing my own book data and publishing schedule is invaluable.
Can you share a little bit about your latest book?
The Woman of Fire follows Victoria Stevens, a woman rewritten by a secret experiment and sold to a secret facility. She must question what changed her more – the experiments or the betrayal of family.
Tell us more about your main character. What inspired you to develop this character?
Victoria came from that dream as a silent plea to have her story told. She is not seeking power, but reclaiming her voice after being treated as property.
Do you listen to or talk to your characters?
I listen to them intensely. If a scene feels forced, I stop and listen to how the character would realistically react to danger, letting their choices pivot the plot.
Who are some of your favorite authors that you feel were influential in your work?
Masters of psychological suspense, complex world-building, and intricate crime plotting. Indie dark fantasy and thriller authors who blur the lines between good and evil.
What advice would you give to aspiring authors?
Find your specific literary niche and own it completely. Write the exact story you desperately want to read but cannot find. Focus your branding on that audience.
What is one great lesson you have learned as a writer?
The future belongs to independent creators who understand digital discoverability. Focus on quality storytelling and optimize your digital footprint to build a borderless audience.
Want to learn more about Malik A. Ahmed?
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I made another poster. GOOSE CREEK HOLLER. MONEY. MOUNTAINS. MURDER. Legal thrills in the heart of Appalachia. #mastodon #mastoArt #books #bookstodon #booksky #bookReview #book #poster #postADay #post #ad #advertising #ads #writing #author #august #authorLife #authors #writingCommunity #writers #writer #productivity #pro #promotion #socialmedia #fediverse #worldBuilding #words #graphics #pictures #picture #novels #novel #fun #exhibition #selfPromo #indieAuthor #indieAuthors #indie #DailyCreate #creative #creativity #readingCommunity #reading #read #ebooks #ebook #paperbackCoverArt #paper #publishing #published #ProductLaunch #creek #rural #Appalachia #legal #attorney #law #lawsuit #lawyer #crimeFiction #suspense #thriller #mystery #hills #hidden #murder #mountains #money
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Nicole Higginbotham-Hogue @higginbothampublications.wordpress.com@higginbothampublications.wordpress.com ·New Release: A Ride to Remember
https://www.amazon.com/dp/B0HDBQTTFZ Description Chastity McNally is still haunted by the death of her friend Charlie Wilson. She has done everything that she can to honor his memory, including opening up a motorcycle shop. However, over time, her friends have begun to notice that she can’t focus on anything else, and they tell her that she needs to get out there and start living her life for herself. Though the task seems easier said than done, Chastity takes their advice and begins […]https://higginbothampublications.wordpress.com/2026/08/07/new-release-a-ride-to-remember/
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“I’m weary of wealthy men building their fortunes on the bones of good people.” https://library.hrmtc.com/2026/07/14/im-weary-of-wealthy-men-building-their-fortunes-on-the-bones-of-good-people/ #AbilityFiction #AbilityJuvenileFiction #AdolescentsRomansNouvellesEtcPourLaJeunesse #AptitudeRomansNouvellesEtcPourLaJeunesse #book #building #ELectriciteRomansNouvellesEtcPourLaJeunesse #ElectricityJuvenileFiction #fantasy #FantasyFiction #fortunes #goodPeople #government #InterpersonalRelationsFiction #InterpersonalRelationsJuvenileFiction #JeunesDeMinoriteSSexuellesRomansNouvellesEtcPourLaJeunesse #JuvenileFictionGeneral #LGBTQIAFiction #MagicFiction #MagicJuvenileFiction #MagieRomansNouvellesEtcPourLaJeunesse #MariaIngrandeMora #Novels #onTheBones #ProgreSRomansNouvellesEtcPourLaJeunesse #ProgressFiction #ProgressJuvenileFiction #QueerFiction #quote #ReSistanceAuGouvernementRomansNouvellesEtcPourLaJeunesse #ResistanceToJuvenileFiction #romance #romans #ScienceFictionFantasy #SexualMinorityYouthJuvenileFiction #SociabiliteRomansNouvellesEtcPourLaJeunesse #TeenYoungAdultDarkFantasy #TeenYoungAdultLGBTQFiction #TeenYoungAdultLGBTQRomance #TeenagersJuvenileFiction #TeensYA #wealthyMen #weary #YAFiction #YoungAdult -
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I'm glad to see it is doing better on Royal Road than on #wattpad. Looking forward to reading the sequel! #amreading #reading #novels #prowrestling #wrestling #AEW #WWE #TNA
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Finished writing. Now everything else. Sometime this summer, this book will come out. It moves at its own pace. Not the cover, btw. #books #bookstodon #booksky #book #bookTok #crimeFiction #novel #novels #fun #cover #mastodon #mysteryThriller #mystery #writing #writers #writtenWorks #MyWork #work #teaser #SelfPromo #promo #writersCoffeeClub #writersofMastodon #appalachia #rural #storytelling #storytelling #thriller #scribesAndMakers
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Nicole Higginbotham-Hogue @higginbothampublications.wordpress.com@higginbothampublications.wordpress.com ·
New Release: Waiting for a Reason
https://www.amazon.com/dp/B0H3NGDZGN 📚✨ New Book Alert! ✨📚Step into a story you won’t want to put down… Discover your next favorite read now 👉https://books2read.com/u/b5AQep Perfect for fans of gripping stories, unforgettable characters, and page-turning moments. 💫 Read it your way—any store, any device💫 Start reading today #BookLovers #MustRead #Bookstagram #IndieBooks #ReadersOfInstagram #ReadingCommunity #BookAddict #NewRelease #KindleBooks #EbookReaders […]https://higginbothampublications.wordpress.com/2026/06/03/new-release-waiting-for-a-reason/
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“An elegant disorder is perfectly distinct from a vulgar confusion.” https://library.hrmtc.com/2026/05/26/an-elegant-disorder-is-perfectly-distinct-from-a-vulgar-confusion/ #AdulteryFiction #AngleterreMœursEtCoutumes19eSieCleRomansNouvellesEtc #AttraitSexuelRomansNouvellesEtc #BisexualWomenFiction #book #ConflitsConjugauxRomansNouvellesEtc #elegantDisorder #EnglandSocialLifeAndCustoms19thCenturyFiction #fiction #GrandeBretagneHistoire18371901VictoriaRomansNouvellesEtc #GreatBritainHistoryVictoria18371901Fiction #historicalFiction #horror #IndustrialRevolutionFiction #KatDunn #LGBTQBooks #LGBTQIAFiction #MaritalConflictFiction #Novels #perfectlyDistinct #QueerFiction #quote #ReVolutionIndustrielleRomansNouvellesEtc #romance #RomanceFiction #romans #SexualAttractionFiction #VampireFiction #VampireHorror #VampireRomances #VampiresFiction #VampiresRomansNouvellesEtc #vulgarConfusion
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Seveneves https://library.hrmtc.com/2026/04/27/seveneves/ #AmericanScienceFiction #AmericanScienceFiction21stCentury #ApocalypticDystopian #book #CatastrophesRomansNouvellesEtc #ColoniesSpatialesRomansNouvellesEtc #disasters #DisastersFiction #EarthPlanet #EarthPlanetFiction #endOfTheWorld #EndOfTheWorldFiction #EspaceExtraAtmospheRiqueExplorationRomansNouvellesEtc #ExplorationOfOuterSpace #fantasy #fiction #FictionDisaster #FictionDystopian #FictionFantasyEpic #FictionLiterary #FictionScienceFictionHardScienceFiction #FictionScienceFictionGeneticEngineering #FictionScienceFictionSpaceExploration #FictionThrillersSuspense #FictionThrillersTechnological #FictionWomen #FICTIONScienceFictionApocalypticPostApocalyptic #FictionClassics #FictionScienceFictionSpaceOpera #fictionalWork #FinDuMondeRomansNouvellesEtc #HabileteSDeSurvieRomansNouvellesEtc #HardScienceFiction #literaryFiction #MaryRobinetteKowal #mystery #NealStephenson #Novels #OuterSpace #OuterSpaceExplorationFiction #Pioneers #PioneersFiction #PionniersRomansNouvellesEtc #PopularFiction #review #romans #ScienceFiction #SpaceColonies #SpaceColoniesFiction #SpaceOperas #survival #SurvivalFiction #TPolyphilus #TerreRomansNouvellesEtc #ThrillersCrime
