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Behind the Scenes: Part 3
Behind the Scenes with Our Latest Sketch Every page of a picture book starts with simple lines on paper. Before we worry about color, lighting, or final details, we use these initial drafts to figure out how a scene feels.I wanted to share this rough drawing from another scene we are working on. In our house, my kids like to spot the tiny details in these early sketches that sometimes change by the time the final book is printed. Rough Sketch from Sharing Kindness Wherever I Go Drafting […]https://heathercongrove.com/2026/09/05/behind-the-scenes-part-3/
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Behind the Scenes: Part 3
Behind the Scenes with Our Latest Sketch Every page of a picture book starts with simple lines on paper. Before we worry about color, lighting, or final details, we use these initial drafts to figure out how a scene feels.I wanted to share this rough drawing from another scene we are working on. In our house, my kids like to spot the tiny details in these early sketches that sometimes change by the time the final book is printed. Rough Sketch from Sharing Kindness Wherever I Go Drafting […]https://heathercongrove.com/2026/09/05/behind-the-scenes-part-3/
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Behind the Scenes: Part 3
Behind the Scenes with Our Latest Sketch Every page of a picture book starts with simple lines on paper. Before we worry about color, lighting, or final details, we use these initial drafts to figure out how a scene feels.I wanted to share this rough drawing from another scene we are working on. In our house, my kids like to spot the tiny details in these early sketches that sometimes change by the time the final book is printed. Rough Sketch from Sharing Kindness Wherever I Go Drafting […]https://heathercongrove.com/2026/09/05/behind-the-scenes-part-3/
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Behind the Scenes: Part 3
Behind the Scenes with Our Latest Sketch Every page of a picture book starts with simple lines on paper. Before we worry about color, lighting, or final details, we use these initial drafts to figure out how a scene feels.I wanted to share this rough drawing from another scene we are working on. In our house, my kids like to spot the tiny details in these early sketches that sometimes change by the time the final book is printed. Rough Sketch from Sharing Kindness Wherever I Go Drafting […]https://heathercongrove.com/2026/09/05/behind-the-scenes-part-3/
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Behind the Scenes: Part 3
Behind the Scenes with Our Latest Sketch Every page of a picture book starts with simple lines on paper. Before we worry about color, lighting, or final details, we use these initial drafts to figure out how a scene feels.I wanted to share this rough drawing from another scene we are working on. In our house, my kids like to spot the tiny details in these early sketches that sometimes change by the time the final book is printed. Rough Sketch from Sharing Kindness Wherever I Go Drafting […]https://heathercongrove.com/2026/09/05/behind-the-scenes-part-3/
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The Dreamers of the Fading Bloom – Newsletter #8
August 19, 2026 23rd Lore Fragment Clamores Corallii MortiferiClamores Corallii Mortiferi, better known as the "Deadly Coral Cries," is an event in which the seaside village of Corallvik experienced a large increase in activity from the merfolk within the surrounding region.These creatures would emerge at night along the shoreline, singing for hours at a time. The village, which was located not far from the site of the event, experienced a disturbing number of residents waking from their […]https://veilofentheos.com/2026/09/04/the-dreamers-of-the-fading-bloom-newsletter-8/
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The Dreamers of the Fading Bloom – Newsletter #8
August 19, 2026 23rd Lore Fragment Clamores Corallii MortiferiClamores Corallii Mortiferi, better known as the "Deadly Coral Cries," is an event in which the seaside village of Corallvik experienced a large increase in activity from the merfolk within the surrounding region.These creatures would emerge at night along the shoreline, singing for hours at a time. The village, which was located not far from the site of the event, experienced a disturbing number of residents waking from their […]https://veilofentheos.com/2026/09/04/the-dreamers-of-the-fading-bloom-newsletter-8/
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The Dreamers of the Fading Bloom – Newsletter #8
August 19, 2026 23rd Lore Fragment Clamores Corallii MortiferiClamores Corallii Mortiferi, better known as the "Deadly Coral Cries," is an event in which the seaside village of Corallvik experienced a large increase in activity from the merfolk within the surrounding region.These creatures would emerge at night along the shoreline, singing for hours at a time. The village, which was located not far from the site of the event, experienced a disturbing number of residents waking from their […]https://veilofentheos.com/2026/09/04/the-dreamers-of-the-fading-bloom-newsletter-8/
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The Dreamers of the Fading Bloom – Newsletter #8
August 19, 2026 23rd Lore Fragment Clamores Corallii MortiferiClamores Corallii Mortiferi, better known as the "Deadly Coral Cries," is an event in which the seaside village of Corallvik experienced a large increase in activity from the merfolk within the surrounding region.These creatures would emerge at night along the shoreline, singing for hours at a time. The village, which was located not far from the site of the event, experienced a disturbing number of residents waking from their […]https://veilofentheos.com/2026/09/04/the-dreamers-of-the-fading-bloom-newsletter-8/
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The Dreamers of the Fading Bloom – Newsletter #8
August 19, 2026 23rd Lore Fragment Clamores Corallii MortiferiClamores Corallii Mortiferi, better known as the "Deadly Coral Cries," is an event in which the seaside village of Corallvik experienced a large increase in activity from the merfolk within the surrounding region.These creatures would emerge at night along the shoreline, singing for hours at a time. The village, which was located not far from the site of the event, experienced a disturbing number of residents waking from their […]https://veilofentheos.com/2026/09/04/the-dreamers-of-the-fading-bloom-newsletter-8/
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The Dreamers of the Fading Bloom – Newsletter #7
July 19, 2026 18th Lore Fragment Petroabyssus OceanThe Petroabyssus Ocean, also referenced as the Oil Abyss, is notably extremely frigid and is known for the large ice sheets that stretch throughout the northern areas of the ocean.Due to the start of the Cycle Anomaly, an oil spill that occurred during the original cycle appears to be growing worse with each loop, resulting in the deaths of large populations of local wildlife. The spill has continued to spread and contaminate portions of […]https://veilofentheos.com/2026/09/03/the-dreamers-of-the-fading-bloom-newsletter-7/
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This Story Hour, Redfern Barrett and Deborah L. Davitt left our heads spinning with the vast potential of SFF! These four tales are all completely different, comparable only in their excellence. You can still watch! #Bookstodon #StoryHour2020 #ShortStories #ShortFiction #AuthorReading #FantasyFiction #ScienceFiction #SFF #DeborahLDavitt #RedfernBarrett https://youtu.be/6TIbLV927Yc
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The Dreamers of the Fading Bloom – Newsletter #6
June 19, 2026 25th Lore Fragment Bloom PhaseInformation on the Bloom Phase is limited. However, the (REDACTED) has compiled a chart detailing the Cycle Phases and what each phase entails.The Bloom Phase begins during the first month of the cycle and ends halfway through the third month, at which point it transitions into the Pulse Phase. The Bloom Phase marks the point when the world once more begins to stir with life. Interestingly enough, the Cycle Anomaly also restarts during this […]https://veilofentheos.com/2026/09/03/the-dreamers-of-the-fading-bloom-newsletter-6/
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A Dragon’s Power (Part One): Mattia’s Gift, Mattia’s Embrace
A tired man limps across the narrow pathway, the only safe path on a floor of lava
wearing a ragged orange poncho with crisscross patterns,
and tattered trousers wracked by his tumultuous life.
the heat nearly sears his skin,
his wits are barely clinging on, and the path seems endless,
yet he still walks,
he still takes steps forward.There was loneliness on this road,
a vast fiery sea within this underground expanse, with only a single narrow path,
no signs of life but hearing the occasional chittering of fire wyrms,
eventually, his steps slowed to a halt
he couldn’t continue onward, despite what he felt in his heart
‘keep going,’ it urged, but his body said, ‘no.’On his knees, he begged aloud for the grace of Mattia
he begged and begged, incessantly, hands clasped together,
and after a while,
after the heat nearly burned his feet,
the ceiling ahead caved in and a light shone from abovethat light was Mattia himself, descending upon the forsaken man,
gracefully flying behind him and encasing the man in his gentle embrace
Mattia softly guided the man’s head to his chest,
enveloping the dejected man in a quiet, motherly comfort,
his gentle heartbeat sending healing vibrations.Mattia’s voice was like a soothing, soft blanket for the man’s shaken nerves, “O, forsaken soul, thy hast cometh to mine lands seeking help. I shall grant you safe passage.”
He took this human away,
to a place where all of his worshippers gathered,
carefully taken care of and tended to in his care~ ~ ~
“I will… do anything for him… my god.”
The man knelt before the radiant prince,
taking his hand with the softness of a lover,
and laying a kiss upon itMattia seemed indifferent,
his eyes staring blankly
no smile present upon his delicate featuresThe man looks up,
soaking in the sight of that solemn face
a reflection of beauty—of Ashuton Karrucci
and all who came after him
but Ashuton was the one his heart remembers mostDuring the war when dragons reclaimed earth,
his family had always been devout followers of Ashuton
hanging portraits of him above their fireplace
alongside photos of their family
photos of smiling little girls and boys surrounded by bigger people
of smiling aunts and uncles in professional portraits
colorful, with a bevy of hairstyles from different generations
mohawks, fluffed permed hair, bed-tousled straight hair, afros adorned with accessories
a blended memorial to time—and to the dragon kings
portraits of Ashuton remain in the middle
like as if he was one of them
that worship still continues today, through this man
the last of his family.He took this pilgrimage to beg forgiveness from the Karrucci line
but to be accepted… like this?
it was unheard of
his ancestors could only dream this, in their ageless coffins long forgotten by the constant dirt“I give my heart to you,” he said gently
Mattia nods.
“I recognize you, human.”Human.
not even on a last name basis.
he accepts it, lucky enough to get this far
being lumped in with the other humans is fine.~ ~ ~
In the garden, he watered the flowers
it was his job, assigned to him by a tall biped yellow dragon with crinkled wings
the wyvern had bowed to him upon first meeting
when he spoke, his voice had the same gentle warmth as Mattia’s silken tones
“your place is in the garden, where your weary soul may rest among the flowers, but you must tend to them,” he said.The man nodded, “I am ever-grateful to be allowed rest.”
The wyvern mimics his action, eyes closed, “yes, yes, but it cannot last.”
The man’s eyebrows creased, his head tilting as confusion reigned his thoughts, “what do you mean?”
hm, concern was starting to dig itself inThe wyvern replied, “when you have recovered physically, and your mind has rested enough, The Prince will have need for your company.”
That didn’t sound ominous at all…
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This week, two SFF authors make their Story Hour debuts! Redfern Barrett and Deborah L. Davitt will transport us to their realms of fiction. Join us Wednesday at 7:00 p.m. PDT! #Bookstodon #StoryHour2020 #ShortStories #ShortFiction #AuthorReading #FantasyFiction #ScienceFiction #SFF #DeborahLDavitt #RedfernBarrett @redfern https://www.storyhour2020.com/
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Behind the Scenes: Part 2
A Quick Look at Our Early Concept Art Before a new scene ever makes it to full color, it starts as a simple pencil sketch. I love keeping these early drafts because they capture the exact moment a story idea begins to take shape. My kids always enjoy looking over these rough drawings during our school day and trying to guess what the characters are doing. I thought it would be fun to share this sneak peek from our latest project with you! Rough Sketch from Sharing Kindness Wherever I Go […]https://heathercongrove.com/2026/09/01/behind-the-scenes-part-2/
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Some of Violet Jacob’s works are available to download as free ebooks via @gutenberg_org
4 novels: Flemington, The Sheep-Stealers, Irresolute Catherine, & The Interloper;
2 poetry collections: Bonnie Joann, and Other Poems, & Songs of Angus and More Songs of Angus;
The Golden Heart, & Other Fairy Stories8/8
https://www.gutenberg.org/ebooks/author/7709
#Scottish #literature #Scots #Scotslanguage #19thCentury #20thcentury #WomenWriters #VioletJacob #novels #poetry #shortstories #shortfiction #fairytales
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Last Limp
Old old old fiction taking place within the Ruggizuomo storyline featured in Dragon Mafia
In the mist of New York, Roland Nikdydobrý was running in the rain. He had neither an umbrella nor a hat. He frantically looked around, as if he was searching for someone. He studied the crowd. There were no signs of steady movement. The people were walking like robots. He ran across the rainy streets, avoiding cars that honked at him but dared not stop. He stumbled into a nearby café. When that little bell rung, everyone slowly lifted their heads to stare at him. Their eyes were a thirsty blood red color. One woman reading a magazine stared at him with emerald green eyes. A teenage boy took his stare away from his iPhone to stare with blue eyes.
Roland gulped. His chest was heaving. He ran out the door but was met with a crowd of people surrounding him…staring at him. He dashed across the street, little light shone in the rainy and cloudy skies. He ran up to a payphone, probably the last of its kind, and dialed a number like a frantic man.
“Rugizzuomo Army, please!”
He constantly checked his surroundings with quick glances. He waited for someone to pick up, and finally a click.
“Maya! It’s Roland! Tell Riley I love him as a brother and I’ll miss him. I need this message delivered to Emperor Aaron. I am going to follow Beatrice to Illinois by posing as an entourage member. Someone is already letting me know they know I’m suspicious. I know because all of New York is possessed! Even when I was on something called the Wendy Williams show and the spell took affect there. Do not send forces until I end up dead and on the news!”
He hung up and frantically looked like someone on the run from police. He searched for a taxi while watching the surroundings. A man across the street stared at him. Another person across the street smiled. Everyone started smiling at him as the rain came down harder and the winds picked up like a hurricane. A newspaper flew in his face. Roland struggled with it, and when he ripped it off a taxi was right in front of him. He forced the door open and scrambled inside with haste.
“Drive!” He commanded as he slammed the door.
The wet man looked in the rear-view window and saw the taxi driver, whom was smiling and had eyes flooded with green colors. Roland stumbled out of the moving car and ran across the street and into the flowing crowd of walkers. They stopped to watch as he entered another taxi. He made his way inside and examined the driver. He smiled, but his smile wasn’t sinister and evil. The car drove off and Roland sighed with relief. As they came to an intersection Roland heard the sound of a speeding car. He looked out the window and another car slammed into the taxi. The left door creaked open and Roland, bloodied from his left cheek to his hand, fell out shaking and trembling. He stood up and limped across the sleek city streets. The world was spinning. Those red eyes still followed him like red neon lights.
There were 3 stories in the Last Limp saga. One preceded this, and was about Roland going to Illinois to monitor Beatrice. In this version Roland, brother of Riley, was investigating a cult of some sort. They called themselves Kuruga. It is left open to your interpretation. I will certainly not play with it.
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Behind The Scenes: Part 1
A Peek Inside the Artist's Sketchbook Ever wonder how a book goes from a quick pencil idea to the final printed page? Today I’m sharing an early sketch from Sharing KindnessWherever I Go. My kids always love seeing the rough drafts before the color gets added, so I thought it would be fun to give you a quick peek behind the scenes! Rough Sketch from Sharing Kindness Wherever I Go You can find Kaylee and more of her awesome art work on her Facebook page! Be sure to subscribe to get all […]https://heathercongrove.com/2026/08/28/behind-the-scenes-part-1/
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The Sun’s Beloved – Àsùnmọ́ (Embrace the Sun)
a half dragon born to Ashuton, Nari and Niccolo
a dragon of the moon and stars, worshipped in the modern day
he was stolen from them and marked as a divine envoy
forced to join the proto-Sun Devourer cult
he is forced to telepathically connect to an emotionally distant serpent god
it is painful for him, but he feels himself growing closer to the seemingly cold god
his followers await his reappearance
even in his absence, they still beg for his guidance under the Big Dipperday after day he completes tasks meant to appease the serpent
writing constant devotions, praises and affirmations
but sometimes he fights against it
he writes his resistance against the serpent
as punishment for his insubordination,
the serpent cursed him to become his divine representative
forsaking his own divinity of the stars and pledging only to him
linking them for as long as he livesbut at the end of his service, Àsùnmọ́ is fated to be devoured
brought before the serpent and eaten, his power stolen in the process
he values his life, he values waking up every morning
he values the moon, the stars, the sky, grapes, the friends he once had
he doesn’t want to die…
he still dreams of having his first kissName meaning
A common Yorùbá oríki, likely meaning someone that you like to be with or be around. (Source)
Read about the Sun Serpent here
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𝗪𝗮𝘆𝘄𝗼𝗿𝗱𝘀 𝗥𝗲𝗮𝗱𝗶𝗻𝗴 𝗟𝗲𝗱𝗴𝗲𝗿: "𝗠𝗲𝗻 𝗪𝗶𝘁𝗵𝗼𝘂𝘁 𝗪𝗼𝗺𝗲𝗻" 𝗯𝘆 𝗛𝗮𝗿𝘂𝗸𝗶 𝗠𝘂𝗿𝗮𝗸𝗮𝗺𝗶 -
3-Word Review:
- Quiet
- Self-Deluded
- PoignantFrictional Posture:
- Across the stories, to what degree are Murakami's narrators blame-worthy for their alienation?
#bookreview #bookrecommendations #readinglist #literature #books #book #reading #bookstagram #frictionalreading #3words #harukimurakami #menwithoutwomen #shortstories #japaneseliterature
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If you did not read There Will Come Soft Rains by Ray Bradbury today - the most appropriate day to read it ever, never to be repeated again - then you'd better get on that right now.
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Faërie ~ Faelings
The Treebard Fairy Quuen banishes the disobedient fae to the hole below the ocean.
Faeries here still cross into our world, by climbing
flying
or swimming on the branches of the light the darkness in the water.
From there the sinkhole extends and crosses until it swallows the earth from the other side.
In the middle of the forest, the banished fae were free to return
They either pushed everyone out
or people were too afraid to approach them, so they departedThe Gàeldīn became the new name for that corrupted patch of forest.
Soon the Faelings had their own queen
This is what happens when they are left to their own devices.She is a reflection of her people
But with the haunting beauty of a female animalShe grew to an abnormal height
A tall fairy among her people
but lacking thickness in the thighs, no birthing allowed for her
Almost a death sentence for a treebard fairy
Her body is brown all over, with a pale-cream underbelly
like an animal
a sweet, sweet lion, sheep or hare
her horns are a darker shade of her exterior color, curved perfectly like as if they had been sanded into shape.She has no eyes on most days
Staring right into the sun, screaming at it with all the internal rage
The sun reinvigorates her eyes.
black cream and goop dither outward and stream down cold cheeks when she isn’t feeling badThis form is not reflected in her people
Instead they walk around with things missing
Missing lower jaws, mouthless faeries scaring anyone who doesn’t look beyond exterior faults
Missing lower arms, a missing eye—or two—more than one thing can go missing“You deteriorate the longer you stay around this corruption.”
This is the punishment
But
Truth is
These particular Fae deteriorate when they are not around love and happiness
They will lose limbs and organs regardless in the face of corruption
But, with love they will last forever
They just need and want an outsider to show them loveTheir throats slide open, tendrils poking out and eager to see you
Don’t hurt him!
He is the last thing you need to run away fromA faerie takes this frightened, wandering boy deeper into the forest
“I will be your father now.”
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Faërie ~ Faelings
The Treebard Fairy Quuen banishes the disobedient fae to the hole below the ocean.
Faeries here still cross into our world, by climbing
flying
or swimming on the branches of the light the darkness in the water.
From there the sinkhole extends and crosses until it swallows the earth from the other side.
In the middle of the forest, the banished fae were free to return
They either pushed everyone out
or people were too afraid to approach them, so they departedThe Gàeldīn became the new name for that corrupted patch of forest.
Soon the Faelings had their own queen
This is what happens when they are left to their own devices.She is a reflection of her people
But with the haunting beauty of a female animalShe grew to an abnormal height
A tall fairy among her people
but lacking thickness in the thighs, no birthing allowed for her
Almost a death sentence for a treebard fairy
Her body is brown all over, with a pale-cream underbelly
like an animal
a sweet, sweet lion, sheep or hare
her horns are a darker shade of her exterior color, curved perfectly like as if they had been sanded into shape.She has no eyes on most days
Staring right into the sun, screaming at it with all the internal rage
The sun reinvigorates her eyes.
black cream and goop dither outward and stream down cold cheeks when she isn’t feeling badThis form is not reflected in her people
Instead they walk around with things missing
Missing lower jaws, mouthless faeries scaring anyone who doesn’t look beyond exterior faults
Missing lower arms, a missing eye—or two—more than one thing can go missing“You deteriorate the longer you stay around this corruption.”
This is the punishment
But
Truth is
These particular Fae deteriorate when they are not around love and happiness
They will lose limbs and organs regardless in the face of corruption
But, with love they will last forever
They just need and want an outsider to show them loveTheir throats slide open, tendrils poking out and eager to see you
Don’t hurt him!
He is the last thing you need to run away fromA faerie takes this frightened, wandering boy deeper into the forest
“I will be your father now.”
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Faërie ~ Faelings
The Treebard Fairy Quuen banishes the disobedient fae to the hole below the ocean.
Faeries here still cross into our world, by climbing
flying
or swimming on the branches of the light the darkness in the water.
From there the sinkhole extends and crosses until it swallows the earth from the other side.
In the middle of the forest, the banished fae were free to return
They either pushed everyone out
or people were too afraid to approach them, so they departedThe Gàeldīn became the new name for that corrupted patch of forest.
Soon the Faelings had their own queen
This is what happens when they are left to their own devices.She is a reflection of her people
But with the haunting beauty of a female animalShe grew to an abnormal height
A tall fairy among her people
but lacking thickness in the thighs, no birthing allowed for her
Almost a death sentence for a treebard fairy
Her body is brown all over, with a pale-cream underbelly
like an animal
a sweet, sweet lion, sheep or hare
her horns are a darker shade of her exterior color, curved perfectly like as if they had been sanded into shape.She has no eyes on most days
Staring right into the sun, screaming at it with all the internal rage
The sun reinvigorates her eyes.
black cream and goop dither outward and stream down cold cheeks when she isn’t feeling badThis form is not reflected in her people
Instead they walk around with things missing
Missing lower jaws, mouthless faeries scaring anyone who doesn’t look beyond exterior faults
Missing lower arms, a missing eye—or two—more than one thing can go missing“You deteriorate the longer you stay around this corruption.”
This is the punishment
But
Truth is
These particular Fae deteriorate when they are not around love and happiness
They will lose limbs and organs regardless in the face of corruption
But, with love they will last forever
They just need and want an outsider to show them loveTheir throats slide open, tendrils poking out and eager to see you
Don’t hurt him!
He is the last thing you need to run away fromA faerie takes this frightened, wandering boy deeper into the forest
“I will be your father now.”
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Faërie ~ Faelings
The Treebard Fairy Quuen banishes the disobedient fae to the hole below the ocean.
Faeries here still cross into our world, by climbing
flying
or swimming on the branches of the light the darkness in the water.
From there the sinkhole extends and crosses until it swallows the earth from the other side.
In the middle of the forest, the banished fae were free to return
They either pushed everyone out
or people were too afraid to approach them, so they departedThe Gàeldīn became the new name for that corrupted patch of forest.
Soon the Faelings had their own queen
This is what happens when they are left to their own devices.She is a reflection of her people
But with the haunting beauty of a female animalShe grew to an abnormal height
A tall fairy among her people
but lacking thickness in the thighs, no birthing allowed for her
Almost a death sentence for a treebard fairy
Her body is brown all over, with a pale-cream underbelly
like an animal
a sweet, sweet lion, sheep or hare
her horns are a darker shade of her exterior color, curved perfectly like as if they had been sanded into shape.She has no eyes on most days
Staring right into the sun, screaming at it with all the internal rage
The sun reinvigorates her eyes.
black cream and goop dither outward and stream down cold cheeks when she isn’t feeling badThis form is not reflected in her people
Instead they walk around with things missing
Missing lower jaws, mouthless faeries scaring anyone who doesn’t look beyond exterior faults
Missing lower arms, a missing eye—or two—more than one thing can go missing“You deteriorate the longer you stay around this corruption.”
This is the punishment
But
Truth is
These particular Fae deteriorate when they are not around love and happiness
They will lose limbs and organs regardless in the face of corruption
But, with love they will last forever
They just need and want an outsider to show them loveTheir throats slide open, tendrils poking out and eager to see you
Don’t hurt him!
He is the last thing you need to run away fromA faerie takes this frightened, wandering boy deeper into the forest
“I will be your father now.”
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Faërie ~ Faelings
The Treebard Fairy Quuen banishes the disobedient fae to the hole below the ocean.
Faeries here still cross into our world, by climbing
flying
or swimming on the branches of the light the darkness in the water.
From there the sinkhole extends and crosses until it swallows the earth from the other side.
In the middle of the forest, the banished fae were free to return
They either pushed everyone out
or people were too afraid to approach them, so they departedThe Gàeldīn became the new name for that corrupted patch of forest.
Soon the Faelings had their own queen
This is what happens when they are left to their own devices.She is a reflection of her people
But with the haunting beauty of a female animalShe grew to an abnormal height
A tall fairy among her people
but lacking thickness in the thighs, no birthing allowed for her
Almost a death sentence for a treebard fairy
Her body is brown all over, with a pale-cream underbelly
like an animal
a sweet, sweet lion, sheep or hare
her horns are a darker shade of her exterior color, curved perfectly like as if they had been sanded into shape.She has no eyes on most days
Staring right into the sun, screaming at it with all the internal rage
The sun reinvigorates her eyes.
black cream and goop dither outward and stream down cold cheeks when she isn’t feeling badThis form is not reflected in her people
Instead they walk around with things missing
Missing lower jaws, mouthless faeries scaring anyone who doesn’t look beyond exterior faults
Missing lower arms, a missing eye—or two—more than one thing can go missing“You deteriorate the longer you stay around this corruption.”
This is the punishment
But
Truth is
These particular Fae deteriorate when they are not around love and happiness
They will lose limbs and organs regardless in the face of corruption
But, with love they will last forever
They just need and want an outsider to show them loveTheir throats slide open, tendrils poking out and eager to see you
Don’t hurt him!
He is the last thing you need to run away fromA faerie takes this frightened, wandering boy deeper into the forest
“I will be your father now.”
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𝗪𝗵𝗮𝘁 𝗜’𝗺 𝗥𝗲𝗮𝗱𝗶𝗻𝗴: "𝗧𝗼 𝗥𝗼𝘂𝘀𝗲 𝗟𝗲𝘃𝗶𝗮𝘁𝗵𝗮𝗻" 𝗯𝘆 𝗠𝗮𝘁𝘁 𝗖𝗮𝗿𝗱𝗶𝗻 -
I've followed Cardin's blog/newsletter for years as he wrestles with the Dark Muse which lies somewhere in the psyche of writing. Time to finally dig into his larger works, beginning with this anthology of stories where art, religion, and horror merge!
#books #bookreviews #bookworm #tbr #tbrpile #tbrlist #quotes #reading #mattcardin #torouseleviathan #shortstories #anthology #horror #art
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Book 54 of 2026
The Mystery of the Wettest Wedding Ever by
C M RawlinsLast book in the series
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A couple of things, including an upcoming free short story
The first draft of my Nancy Drew horror mystery novella cover art work arrived yesterday. I’ve made notes and sent them back. Y’all this is so exciting. It looks fabulous and will continue to improve. Can’t wait to share it with y’all in the near future.
I’ll be participating in the Midsummer Night’s Scream book event by giving away free ebook copies of my short queer YA comedy sci-fi horror story called “Blood Frequnecy.” Mark your calendars for July 18! 🌈 👽
Other authors will be involved in this event as well across Threads and Instagram either with discounted works or free ones.
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My favourite John Wyndham cover. Only The Wheel in this collection of early stories hints at the great writer of apocalyptic fiction that he was to become. Most of the stories are very much tailored to the American pulp magazines he was selling them to.
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Midnight Tea in a Graveyard, A Gothic Collection of Darkness by Andrea Dean Van Scoyoc goes live on 7/20
Long-form ad (book fair / press / Meta long copy) You weren’t looking for another “cozy” read. You wanted something that feels like midnight in a cemetery—beautiful, wrong, and impossible to put down. Midnight Tea in A Graveyard: A Gothic Collection of Darkness by Andrea Dean Van Scoyoc is exactly that invitation. Each story, each piece, each line of prose has been pulled from twisted dreams, waking horrors, and regrets the author can’t shake. This isn’t comfort horror. […] -
ICYMI: T.K. Rex joins Paul Semel to discuss building the interconnected world of THE WILDCRAFT DRONES, assembling a first collection, and the ideas behind its solarpunk cli-fi futures.
https://paulsemel.com/exclusive-interview-the-wildcraft-drones-author-t-k-rex/
#TheWildcraftDrones #TKRex #SpeculativeFiction #ClimateFiction #Solarpunk #EcoFiction #ScienceFiction #SFF #IndiePress #ClimateStories #FutureFiction #BookToot #Bookstodon #SmallPress #StelliformPress #ShortStories #ReadingCommunity #SFFCommunity
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ICYMI: T.K. Rex joins Paul Semel to discuss building the interconnected world of THE WILDCRAFT DRONES, assembling a first collection, and the ideas behind its solarpunk cli-fi futures.
https://paulsemel.com/exclusive-interview-the-wildcraft-drones-author-t-k-rex/
#TheWildcraftDrones #TKRex #SpeculativeFiction #ClimateFiction #Solarpunk #EcoFiction #ScienceFiction #SFF #IndiePress #ClimateStories #FutureFiction #BookToot #Bookstodon #SmallPress #StelliformPress #ShortStories #ReadingCommunity #SFFCommunity
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ICYMI: T.K. Rex joins Paul Semel to discuss building the interconnected world of THE WILDCRAFT DRONES, assembling a first collection, and the ideas behind its solarpunk cli-fi futures.
https://paulsemel.com/exclusive-interview-the-wildcraft-drones-author-t-k-rex/
#TheWildcraftDrones #TKRex #SpeculativeFiction #ClimateFiction #Solarpunk #EcoFiction #ScienceFiction #SFF #IndiePress #ClimateStories #FutureFiction #BookToot #Bookstodon #SmallPress #StelliformPress #ShortStories #ReadingCommunity #SFFCommunity
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ICYMI: T.K. Rex joins Paul Semel to discuss building the interconnected world of THE WILDCRAFT DRONES, assembling a first collection, and the ideas behind its solarpunk cli-fi futures.
https://paulsemel.com/exclusive-interview-the-wildcraft-drones-author-t-k-rex/
#TheWildcraftDrones #TKRex #SpeculativeFiction #ClimateFiction #Solarpunk #EcoFiction #ScienceFiction #SFF #IndiePress #ClimateStories #FutureFiction #BookToot #Bookstodon #SmallPress #StelliformPress #ShortStories #ReadingCommunity #SFFCommunity
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ICYMI: T.K. Rex joins Paul Semel to discuss building the interconnected world of THE WILDCRAFT DRONES, assembling a first collection, and the ideas behind its solarpunk cli-fi futures.
https://paulsemel.com/exclusive-interview-the-wildcraft-drones-author-t-k-rex/
#TheWildcraftDrones #TKRex #SpeculativeFiction #ClimateFiction #Solarpunk #EcoFiction #ScienceFiction #SFF #IndiePress #ClimateStories #FutureFiction #BookToot #Bookstodon #SmallPress #StelliformPress #ShortStories #ReadingCommunity #SFFCommunity
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This week, Mike Allen and Jordan Kurella read us frightening tales of evil and transformation. You can still watch this Story Hour—and many others, some featuring these same authors! #Bookstodon #StoryHour2020 #ShortStories #ShortFiction #AuthorReading #Horror #HorrorFiction #MikeAllen #JordanKurella @mythicdelirium https://youtu.be/LLg-O7It1Yw
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Story Hour tiptoes back to the spooky side with two returning favorites! Mike Allen and Jordan Kurella slink back in to read us horrors. Join us Wednesday at 7:00 p.m. PDT! #Bookstodon #StoryHour2020 #ShortStories #ShortFiction #AuthorReading #Horror #HorrorFiction #MikeAllen #JordanKurella @mythicdelirium https://www.storyhour2020.com/
