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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