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  1. Meet these great indie urban fantasy authors at the Urban Fantasy Genre Indie Authors Starter Pack! If you wish to be included in the starter pack, reply here. #urbanfantasy #writingcommunity #authorsky bsky.app/starter-pack/inventi...

  2. FINALLY!
    The issue with the line on the cover has been resolved! If you were waiting to buy your physical copy of Lost Infernal until I could confirm, you're clear !
    amazon.ca/Lost-Infernal-Shonna

    PERFECTIONISM, AWAY!

    #booknow #urbanfantasy #darkfantasy #bookstagram

  3. City streets, vampires, and werewolves. Ashai hunts down the arsonist to her blood bar, willing to do whatever it takes, until a local gang brings the city into an all-out war.

    books2read.com/ug
    azaleaforrest.itch.io/the-unde
    💙📚 #books #supernatural #urbanfantasy #writing

  4. City streets, vampires, and werewolves. Ashai hunts down the arsonist to her blood bar, willing to do whatever it takes, until a local gang brings the city into an all-out war.

    books2read.com/ug
    azaleaforrest.itch.io/the-unde
    💙📚 #books #supernatural #urbanfantasy #writing

  5. City streets, vampires, and werewolves. Ashai hunts down the arsonist to her blood bar, willing to do whatever it takes, until a local gang brings the city into an all-out war.

    books2read.com/ug
    azaleaforrest.itch.io/the-unde
    💙📚 #books #supernatural #urbanfantasy #writing

  6. City streets, vampires, and werewolves. Ashai hunts down the arsonist to her blood bar, willing to do whatever it takes, until a local gang brings the city into an all-out war.

    books2read.com/ug
    azaleaforrest.itch.io/the-unde
    💙📚 #books #supernatural #urbanfantasy #writing

  7. City streets, vampires, and werewolves. Ashai hunts down the arsonist to her blood bar, willing to do whatever it takes, until a local gang brings the city into an all-out war.

    books2read.com/ug
    azaleaforrest.itch.io/the-unde
    💙📚 #books #supernatural #urbanfantasy #writing

  8. Salognia Sorcerers, Chapter 2

    Three young mages arrive at a psychiatric hospital in the city of Salognia.

    aceade.net/2026/09/05/salognia

  9. Salognia Sorcerers, Chapter 2

    Three young mages arrive at a psychiatric hospital in the city of Salognia.

    aceade.net/2026/09/05/salognia

  10. #TimeTravelingGhost EP 12: Post 130, 1,802,701 CE, Middlesex, UK

    #Wss366 Tall #TimeTravelAuthors 09/5. Plant Grow

    The fairy dance ended as suddenly as it had started. One flute cut off mid-verse, and the other trailed off right afterwards. No one seemed alarmed or surprised. Most stopped in their tracks, while a few continued prancing for a few moments more before joining the rest and slipped away.

    Weena tugged on my arm and gestured at the building behind the trees. “Coome. Hoomee. Eeat.”

    I nodded, and we started toward the woods.

    The whole way, my new friend held my hand and babbled to me in a mixture of melodic syllables and fractured English. After asking a few questions, I realized I wouldn’t learn anything useful. She either didn’t know the answers, couldn’t communicate them, or I failed to make myself understood. As such, I retreated into my thoughts.

    I considered what I’d learned. I knew a fair amount about this world, or at least H.G. Wells’s theories. Meeting the fairies, for that is what I still thought of them as, had been fortunate. If I had followed the path, I might have run into the Morlocks. But about myself, I remained ignorant except for what short flashbacks had shown me.

    It was beyond frustrating that I remembered a “fictional” book more clearly than my own history.

    The woods soon ended, and we emerged into a wide glen with an enormous ruined mansion in the center. Lichen grew thick on its walls, and time had shattered its #tall stained-glass windows. The remaining geometric panes had slumped like wax candles left in the sun. I doubted the fairies had built it. Instead, some forgotten civilization must have done so.

    That thought offered a glimmer of hope. Remnants of that race could still exist. If I found them, I might learn more.

    Returning to my survey, I noted #plants heavy with berries, small fruits, and pea-like pods growing throughout the glen. There was no sense of their being planted by the fairy folk. The herbage sprouted in random swatches or alone, just as the wind had scattered their seeds. Amidst this lush abundance, a wide variety of melon vines snaked along the ground. Here too was an untended bounty of yellow, green, and dappled gourds. At the forest's edge grew trees laden with red, purple, and topaz globes. It was no surprise that the protagonist of H.G. Wells’s story had mistaken this for a utopia at first.

    #TootFic #NMFic #TimeTravel #HistoricalFantasy #UrbanFantasy #Mythpunk #Serial #Sapphic #Slowburn

  11. #TimeTravelingGhost EP 12: Post 130, 1,802,701 CE, Middlesex, UK

    #Wss366 Tall #TimeTravelAuthors 09/5. Plant Grow

    The fairy dance ended as suddenly as it had started. One flute cut off mid-verse, and the other trailed off right afterwards. No one seemed alarmed or surprised. Most stopped in their tracks, while a few continued prancing for a few moments more before joining the rest and slipped away.

    Weena tugged on my arm and gestured at the building behind the trees. “Coome. Hoomee. Eeat.”

    I nodded, and we started toward the woods.

    The whole way, my new friend held my hand and babbled to me in a mixture of melodic syllables and fractured English. After asking a few questions, I realized I wouldn’t learn anything useful. She either didn’t know the answers, couldn’t communicate them, or I failed to make myself understood. As such, I retreated into my thoughts.

    I considered what I’d learned. I knew a fair amount about this world, or at least H.G. Wells’s theories. Meeting the fairies, for that is what I still thought of them as, had been fortunate. If I had followed the path, I might have run into the Morlocks. But about myself, I remained ignorant except for what short flashbacks had shown me.

    It was beyond frustrating that I remembered a “fictional” book more clearly than my own history.

    The woods soon ended, and we emerged into a wide glen with an enormous ruined mansion in the center. Lichen grew thick on its walls, and time had shattered its #tall stained-glass windows. The remaining geometric panes had slumped like wax candles left in the sun. I doubted the fairies had built it. Instead, some forgotten civilization must have done so.

    That thought offered a glimmer of hope. Remnants of that race could still exist. If I found them, I might learn more.

    Returning to my survey, I noted #plants heavy with berries, small fruits, and pea-like pods growing throughout the glen. There was no sense of their being planted by the fairy folk. The herbage sprouted in random swatches or alone, just as the wind had scattered their seeds. Amidst this lush abundance, a wide variety of melon vines snaked along the ground. Here too was an untended bounty of yellow, green, and dappled gourds. At the forest's edge grew trees laden with red, purple, and topaz globes. It was no surprise that the protagonist of H.G. Wells’s story had mistaken this for a utopia at first.

    #TootFic #NMFic #TimeTravel #HistoricalFantasy #UrbanFantasy #Mythpunk #Serial #Sapphic #Slowburn

  12. #TimeTravelingGhost EP 12: Post 130, 1,802,701 CE, Middlesex, UK

    #Wss366 Tall #TimeTravelAuthors 09/5. Plant Grow

    The fairy dance ended as suddenly as it had started. One flute cut off mid-verse, and the other trailed off right afterwards. No one seemed alarmed or surprised. Most stopped in their tracks, while a few continued prancing for a few moments more before joining the rest and slipped away.

    Weena tugged on my arm and gestured at the building behind the trees. “Coome. Hoomee. Eeat.”

    I nodded, and we started toward the woods.

    The whole way, my new friend held my hand and babbled to me in a mixture of melodic syllables and fractured English. After asking a few questions, I realized I wouldn’t learn anything useful. She either didn’t know the answers, couldn’t communicate them, or I failed to make myself understood. As such, I retreated into my thoughts.

    I considered what I’d learned. I knew a fair amount about this world, or at least H.G. Wells’s theories. Meeting the fairies, for that is what I still thought of them as, had been fortunate. If I had followed the path, I might have run into the Morlocks. But about myself, I remained ignorant except for what short flashbacks had shown me.

    It was beyond frustrating that I remembered a “fictional” book more clearly than my own history.

    The woods soon ended, and we emerged into a wide glen with an enormous ruined mansion in the center. Lichen grew thick on its walls, and time had shattered its #tall stained-glass windows. The remaining geometric panes had slumped like wax candles left in the sun. I doubted the fairies had built it. Instead, some forgotten civilization must have done so.

    That thought offered a glimmer of hope. Remnants of that race could still exist. If I found them, I might learn more.

    Returning to my survey, I noted #plants heavy with berries, small fruits, and pea-like pods growing throughout the glen. There was no sense of their being planted by the fairy folk. The herbage sprouted in random swatches or alone, just as the wind had scattered their seeds. Amidst this lush abundance, a wide variety of melon vines snaked along the ground. Here too was an untended bounty of yellow, green, and dappled gourds. At the forest's edge grew trees laden with red, purple, and topaz globes. It was no surprise that the protagonist of H.G. Wells’s story had mistaken this for a utopia at first.

    #TootFic #NMFic #TimeTravel #HistoricalFantasy #UrbanFantasy #Mythpunk #Serial #Sapphic #Slowburn

  13. #TimeTravelingGhost EP 12: Post 130, 1,802,701 CE, Middlesex, UK

    #Wss366 Tall #TimeTravelAuthors 09/5. Plant Grow

    The fairy dance ended as suddenly as it had started. One flute cut off mid-verse, and the other trailed off right afterwards. No one seemed alarmed or surprised. Most stopped in their tracks, while a few continued prancing for a few moments more before joining the rest and slipped away.

    Weena tugged on my arm and gestured at the building behind the trees. “Coome. Hoomee. Eeat.”

    I nodded, and we started toward the woods.

    The whole way, my new friend held my hand and babbled to me in a mixture of melodic syllables and fractured English. After asking a few questions, I realized I wouldn’t learn anything useful. She either didn’t know the answers, couldn’t communicate them, or I failed to make myself understood. As such, I retreated into my thoughts.

    I considered what I’d learned. I knew a fair amount about this world, or at least H.G. Wells’s theories. Meeting the fairies, for that is what I still thought of them as, had been fortunate. If I had followed the path, I might have run into the Morlocks. But about myself, I remained ignorant except for what short flashbacks had shown me.

    It was beyond frustrating that I remembered a “fictional” book more clearly than my own history.

    The woods soon ended, and we emerged into a wide glen with an enormous ruined mansion in the center. Lichen grew thick on its walls, and time had shattered its #tall stained-glass windows. The remaining geometric panes had slumped like wax candles left in the sun. I doubted the fairies had built it. Instead, some forgotten civilization must have done so.

    That thought offered a glimmer of hope. Remnants of that race could still exist. If I found them, I might learn more.

    Returning to my survey, I noted #plants heavy with berries, small fruits, and pea-like pods growing throughout the glen. There was no sense of their being planted by the fairy folk. The herbage sprouted in random swatches or alone, just as the wind had scattered their seeds. Amidst this lush abundance, a wide variety of melon vines snaked along the ground. Here too was an untended bounty of yellow, green, and dappled gourds. At the forest's edge grew trees laden with red, purple, and topaz globes. It was no surprise that the protagonist of H.G. Wells’s story had mistaken this for a utopia at first.

    #TootFic #NMFic #TimeTravel #HistoricalFantasy #UrbanFantasy #Mythpunk #Serial #Sapphic #Slowburn

  14. #TimeTravelingGhost EP 12: Post 130, 1,802,701 CE, Middlesex, UK

    #Wss366 Tall #TimeTravelAuthors 09/5. Plant Grow

    The fairy dance ended as suddenly as it had started. One flute cut off mid-verse, and the other trailed off right afterwards. No one seemed alarmed or surprised. Most stopped in their tracks, while a few continued prancing for a few moments more before joining the rest and slipped away.

    Weena tugged on my arm and gestured at the building behind the trees. “Coome. Hoomee. Eeat.”

    I nodded, and we started toward the woods.

    The whole way, my new friend held my hand and babbled to me in a mixture of melodic syllables and fractured English. After asking a few questions, I realized I wouldn’t learn anything useful. She either didn’t know the answers, couldn’t communicate them, or I failed to make myself understood. As such, I retreated into my thoughts.

    I considered what I’d learned. I knew a fair amount about this world, or at least H.G. Wells’s theories. Meeting the fairies, for that is what I still thought of them as, had been fortunate. If I had followed the path, I might have run into the Morlocks. But about myself, I remained ignorant except for what short flashbacks had shown me.

    It was beyond frustrating that I remembered a “fictional” book more clearly than my own history.

    The woods soon ended, and we emerged into a wide glen with an enormous ruined mansion in the center. Lichen grew thick on its walls, and time had shattered its #tall stained-glass windows. The remaining geometric panes had slumped like wax candles left in the sun. I doubted the fairies had built it. Instead, some forgotten civilization must have done so.

    That thought offered a glimmer of hope. Remnants of that race could still exist. If I found them, I might learn more.

    Returning to my survey, I noted #plants heavy with berries, small fruits, and pea-like pods growing throughout the glen. There was no sense of their being planted by the fairy folk. The herbage sprouted in random swatches or alone, just as the wind had scattered their seeds. Amidst this lush abundance, a wide variety of melon vines snaked along the ground. Here too was an untended bounty of yellow, green, and dappled gourds. At the forest's edge grew trees laden with red, purple, and topaz globes. It was no surprise that the protagonist of H.G. Wells’s story had mistaken this for a utopia at first.

    #TootFic #NMFic #TimeTravel #HistoricalFantasy #UrbanFantasy #Mythpunk #Serial #Sapphic #Slowburn

  15. Chapter 36 is now finished, and two more to go until this draft of my Urban Fantasy is finished! :D Had fun, but might need a nap honestly...

    #IAmWriting #Book #Fantasy #UrbanFantasy #Writing #IndieAuthor

  16. Chapter 36 is now finished, and two more to go until this draft of my Urban Fantasy is finished! :D Had fun, but might need a nap honestly...

    #IAmWriting #Book #Fantasy #UrbanFantasy #Writing #IndieAuthor

  17. Chapter 36 is now finished, and two more to go until this draft of my Urban Fantasy is finished! :D Had fun, but might need a nap honestly...

    #IAmWriting #Book #Fantasy #UrbanFantasy #Writing #IndieAuthor

  18. Chapter 36 is now finished, and two more to go until this draft of my Urban Fantasy is finished! :D Had fun, but might need a nap honestly...

    #IAmWriting #Book #Fantasy #UrbanFantasy #Writing #IndieAuthor

  19. Since we will be cleaning tomorrow, today should be the day I get chapter 36 down and absolutely torture my poor MC's to remind them, and the reader, why the ending is necessary and inevitable. <3 Either they fight, or perish.

    No turning back.
    The plan is in motion.
    And then is only 2 more chapters to go~!

    #IAmWriting #Writing #IndieAuthor #UrbanFantasy #Draft #WIP #Fantasy

  20. Since we will be cleaning tomorrow, today should be the day I get chapter 36 down and absolutely torture my poor MC's to remind them, and the reader, why the ending is necessary and inevitable. <3 Either they fight, or perish.

    No turning back.
    The plan is in motion.
    And then is only 2 more chapters to go~!

    #IAmWriting #Writing #IndieAuthor #UrbanFantasy #Draft #WIP #Fantasy

  21. Since we will be cleaning tomorrow, today should be the day I get chapter 36 down and absolutely torture my poor MC's to remind them, and the reader, why the ending is necessary and inevitable. <3 Either they fight, or perish.

    No turning back.
    The plan is in motion.
    And then is only 2 more chapters to go~!

    #IAmWriting #Writing #IndieAuthor #UrbanFantasy #Draft #WIP #Fantasy

  22. Since we will be cleaning tomorrow, today should be the day I get chapter 36 down and absolutely torture my poor MC's to remind them, and the reader, why the ending is necessary and inevitable. <3 Either they fight, or perish.

    No turning back.
    The plan is in motion.
    And then is only 2 more chapters to go~!

    #IAmWriting #Writing #IndieAuthor #UrbanFantasy #Draft #WIP #Fantasy

  23. Book Quote Wednesday's word is 'appear' #BookQW

    Dan won't let anyone see his dismay, but this isn't good news. When he doesn't know what he's facing, any ally, even a fickle sylph, is worth having.

    The Green Man’s Debt is published 10th September 2026.Visit Wizard's Tower Press for UK and international buying links.

    wizardstowerpress.com/books-2/

    #books #SFF #Fantasy #UrbanFantasy

  24. Book Quote Wednesday's word is 'appear' #BookQW

    Dan does his best not to look out of place at Fin’s sister’s wedding, but honestly he’d rather be facing supernatural monsters...

    The ebook is a UK Kindle 99p deal through September and will be price-matched elsewhere.

    amazon.co.uk/gp/product/B0FNLV

    #books #SFF #UrbanFantasy

  25. Empire of Dragons @dragonshortstories.wordpress.com@dragonshortstories.wordpress.com ·

    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.

    Rate this:

    #Anime #AnimeArt #Art #creativeWriting #FlashFiction #literature #reading #Roland #ShortStories #urbanFantasy
  26. Flyertausch? Du bist #Autor oder #Autorin und hast einen #Flyer #Leseprobe etc? Ich nehme dein #Werbematerial mit zur #Buchmesse und lege es an meinem Stand aus, bzw. packe es Kunden mit ein 🤗.

    Ich schreibe #urbanfantasy bzw. #romantasy - vielleicht haben wir eine ähnliche #Leserschaft? Melde dich 🤗.

    Ich werde auf folgenden Messen sein:
    #fürstenbuch 5.9.
    #zeilentraum 14.11.
    #Winterlesezauber 5.12.

  27. Book Quote Wednesday's word is 'question' #BookQW #BookSky

    Dan Mackmain wants to know why he's been sent to Ireland. He's careful not to give anything away while he searches for answers.

    Visit Wizard's Tower Press for UK and international retailer buying links.

    wizardstowerpress.com/books-2/

    #Books #SFF #Fantasy #UrbanFantasy

  28. Book Quote Wednesday's word is 'busy' #BookQW

    Dan Mackmain can tell he's going to have his hands full any time now. He really would like to get some idea of what's going on here first.

    The Green Man's Debt will be published by Wizard's Tower Press on 10th September 2026

    You can find pre-order links for a wide range of UK, US and international retailers here wizardstowerpress.com/books-2/

    #Books #SFF #Fantasy #UrbanFantasy

  29. Sezon targowy trwa!

    W Opolu w niedzielę 14 czerwca będziecie mogli spotkać się jednocześnie z połówką Sabatu, czyli z Magdaleną Kubasiewicz i ze mną.

    O 12 przepytamy się nawzajem (Scena II Young Adult), a od 13 będziemy podpisywać książki (pod sceną).

    Do zobaczenia!

    #Literatura #Książki #FestiwalKsiążki #TargiKsiążki #Opole #MilenaWójtowicz #UrbanFantasy #fantastyka

  30. Endlich kann ich Band 2 meiner Urban Fantasy Reihe in den eigenen Händen halten. Und ihr könnt das auch! Entweder im Buchhandel bestellen oder am 13.6. auf dem Nachtflohmarkt in Norderstedt Mitte direkt bei mir!

    #ImRauschdesMeeres #meeresrauschen #YoungAdult #YAbooks #MustRead #FantasyBooks #FantasyRomance #Romantasy #UrbanFantasy #FantasticalRomance #DebutAuthor #IndieAuthor #meeresrauschen #debutauthor

  31. Für manche sind auch 7,99 € schon viel Geld. Da mein Roman pro-queere Themen mitbesetzt und eine der Kernbotschaften die Akzeptanz ist, möchte ich während des #pridemonth ein kleines Zeichen setzen. Band 1 & Band 2 gibt es bis zum 30.6. als E-Book für 2,99€.

    #UrbanFantasy #FantasticalRomance #YAbooks #ImRauschdesMeeres #meeresrauschen #YoungAdult #DebutAuthor

  32. Menschenrechte sind nicht diskutabel, Gleichberechtigung nicht optional. Unabhängig von Geschlecht, sexueller Orientierung, Herkunft oder Religion verdienen wir alle das gleiche Maß an Akzeptanz, Respekt und Anerkennung. Das ist eine Botschaft in meinen Romanen und eine Haltung, zu der ich öffentlich stehe.

    #pride #Norderpride #straightally #ImRauschdesMeeres #YoungAdult #YAbooks #MustRead #FantasyBooks #FantasyRomance #Romantasy #UrbanFantasy #FantasticalRomance #DebutAuthor #IndieAuthor