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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

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    Check out this Bookfunnel event - 150+ authors brought you their best!

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    PS: there's an excerpt of my character-driven YA parallel world mystery in there!

    #freebooks #free #ebooks #books #bookstodon #scifi #scifibooks #dystopia #dystopianSciFi #fantasy #sff #fantasybooks #Romantasy #UrbanFantasy #SpaceOpera #SpeculativeFiction #LitRPG #parallelWorld

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  25. Looking for FREE* sci-fi and fantasy ebooks, any and all subgenres?

    Check out this Bookfunnel event - 150+ authors brought you their best!

    bf.sophiemaddon.com/alwaysfant

    PS: there's an excerpt of my character-driven YA parallel world mystery in there!

    #freebooks #free #ebooks #books #bookstodon #scifi #scifibooks #dystopia #dystopianSciFi #fantasy #sff #fantasybooks #Romantasy #UrbanFantasy #SpaceOpera #SpeculativeFiction #LitRPG #parallelWorld

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  26. Looking for FREE* sci-fi and fantasy ebooks, any and all subgenres?

    Check out this Bookfunnel event - 150+ authors brought you their best!

    bf.sophiemaddon.com/alwaysfant

    PS: there's an excerpt of my character-driven YA parallel world mystery in there!

    #freebooks #free #ebooks #books #bookstodon #scifi #scifibooks #dystopia #dystopianSciFi #fantasy #sff #fantasybooks #Romantasy #UrbanFantasy #SpaceOpera #SpeculativeFiction #LitRPG #parallelWorld

    *free with newsletter sign-up

  27. Looking for FREE* sci-fi and fantasy ebooks, any and all subgenres?

    Check out this Bookfunnel event - 150+ authors brought you their best!

    bf.sophiemaddon.com/alwaysfant

    PS: there's an excerpt of my character-driven YA parallel world mystery in there!

    #freebooks #free #ebooks #books #bookstodon #scifi #scifibooks #dystopia #dystopianSciFi #fantasy #sff #fantasybooks #Romantasy #UrbanFantasy #SpaceOpera #SpeculativeFiction #LitRPG #parallelWorld

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  28. #Airisu: The Crow and the Witch

    Himeji Castle (Airisu POV): Post 63
    #Wss366 Treble #TimeTravelAuthors 9/4 Whatever

    Inside the passage hung a feline odor, strong enough to wilt feathers, and paw prints littered the dusty floor. We turned left in the direction most of them led.

    “It’s walking on its hind feet,” Sumika said after a few meters and pointed to where the marks of the forepaws ceased, leaving only the rear ones.

    “Indeed, that’s because it’s a nekomata. Be glad this passage is wood, not stone,” I replied.

    “Why?”

    “Because your ‘cute’ kitty can spit fireballs. I doubt it wants to burn its mistress’s home down.”

    “Oh!”

    “It could be worse. We might have run into a gotokuneko. They’re about #treble the strength.”

    “Treble? What kind of word is that? Just say three times.”

    “It’s a perfectly good word.”

    “Whatever. And what about ‘gotokuneko?’ You’re not making that stuff up, are you?” Mistress asked.

    “Moi? Me? Make stuff up? I’m wounded. No, I studied this kind of thing when I was a woman.”

    “You know you’re a lot more human-like than when we first met. You almost talk normally, barring words like ‘treble.’”

    “Awk, chicka, cawa! Pay attention, there are lights ahead,” I cawed, irratated.

    How could Glinda-chan say such a thing? Hmph! Just when I was thinking she had more than one brain cell, she says utter rubbish. But no, she’s nothing more than a three-toed sloth.

    #TootFic #NMFic #Crows #Otherkin #Fantasy #UrbanFantasy #TimeTravel #Serial #SlowBurn #Sapphic #Folklore

  29. #Airisu: The Crow and the Witch

    Himeji Castle (Airisu POV): Post 63
    #Wss366 Treble #TimeTravelAuthors 9/4 Whatever

    Inside the passage hung a feline odor, strong enough to wilt feathers, and paw prints littered the dusty floor. We turned left in the direction most of them led.

    “It’s walking on its hind feet,” Sumika said after a few meters and pointed to where the marks of the forepaws ceased, leaving only the rear ones.

    “Indeed, that’s because it’s a nekomata. Be glad this passage is wood, not stone,” I replied.

    “Why?”

    “Because your ‘cute’ kitty can spit fireballs. I doubt it wants to burn its mistress’s home down.”

    “Oh!”

    “It could be worse. We might have run into a gotokuneko. They’re about #treble the strength.”

    “Treble? What kind of word is that? Just say three times.”

    “It’s a perfectly good word.”

    “Whatever. And what about ‘gotokuneko?’ You’re not making that stuff up, are you?” Mistress asked.

    “Moi? Me? Make stuff up? I’m wounded. No, I studied this kind of thing when I was a woman.”

    “You know you’re a lot more human-like than when we first met. You almost talk normally, barring words like ‘treble.’”

    “Awk, chicka, cawa! Pay attention, there are lights ahead,” I cawed, irratated.

    How could Glinda-chan say such a thing? Hmph! Just when I was thinking she had more than one brain cell, she says utter rubbish. But no, she’s nothing more than a three-toed sloth.

    #TootFic #NMFic #Crows #Otherkin #Fantasy #UrbanFantasy #TimeTravel #Serial #SlowBurn #Sapphic #Folklore

  30. #Airisu: The Crow and the Witch

    Himeji Castle (Airisu POV): Post 63
    #Wss366 Treble #TimeTravelAuthors 9/4 Whatever

    Inside the passage hung a feline odor, strong enough to wilt feathers, and paw prints littered the dusty floor. We turned left in the direction most of them led.

    “It’s walking on its hind feet,” Sumika said after a few meters and pointed to where the marks of the forepaws ceased, leaving only the rear ones.

    “Indeed, that’s because it’s a nekomata. Be glad this passage is wood, not stone,” I replied.

    “Why?”

    “Because your ‘cute’ kitty can spit fireballs. I doubt it wants to burn its mistress’s home down.”

    “Oh!”

    “It could be worse. We might have run into a gotokuneko. They’re about #treble the strength.”

    “Treble? What kind of word is that? Just say three times.”

    “It’s a perfectly good word.”

    “Whatever. And what about ‘gotokuneko?’ You’re not making that stuff up, are you?” Mistress asked.

    “Moi? Me? Make stuff up? I’m wounded. No, I studied this kind of thing when I was a woman.”

    “You know you’re a lot more human-like than when we first met. You almost talk normally, barring words like ‘treble.’”

    “Awk, chicka, cawa! Pay attention, there are lights ahead,” I cawed, irratated.

    How could Glinda-chan say such a thing? Hmph! Just when I was thinking she had more than one brain cell, she says utter rubbish. But no, she’s nothing more than a three-toed sloth.

    #TootFic #NMFic #Crows #Otherkin #Fantasy #UrbanFantasy #TimeTravel #Serial #SlowBurn #Sapphic #Folklore

  31. #Airisu: The Crow and the Witch

    Himeji Castle (Airisu POV): Post 63
    #Wss366 Treble #TimeTravelAuthors 9/4 Whatever

    Inside the passage hung a feline odor, strong enough to wilt feathers, and paw prints littered the dusty floor. We turned left in the direction most of them led.

    “It’s walking on its hind feet,” Sumika said after a few meters and pointed to where the marks of the forepaws ceased, leaving only the rear ones.

    “Indeed, that’s because it’s a nekomata. Be glad this passage is wood, not stone,” I replied.

    “Why?”

    “Because your ‘cute’ kitty can spit fireballs. I doubt it wants to burn its mistress’s home down.”

    “Oh!”

    “It could be worse. We might have run into a gotokuneko. They’re about #treble the strength.”

    “Treble? What kind of word is that? Just say three times.”

    “It’s a perfectly good word.”

    “Whatever. And what about ‘gotokuneko?’ You’re not making that stuff up, are you?” Mistress asked.

    “Moi? Me? Make stuff up? I’m wounded. No, I studied this kind of thing when I was a woman.”

    “You know you’re a lot more human-like than when we first met. You almost talk normally, barring words like ‘treble.’”

    “Awk, chicka, cawa! Pay attention, there are lights ahead,” I cawed, irratated.

    How could Glinda-chan say such a thing? Hmph! Just when I was thinking she had more than one brain cell, she says utter rubbish. But no, she’s nothing more than a three-toed sloth.

    #TootFic #NMFic #Crows #Otherkin #Fantasy #UrbanFantasy #TimeTravel #Serial #SlowBurn #Sapphic #Folklore

  32. #Airisu: The Crow and the Witch

    Himeji Castle (Airisu POV): Post 63
    #Wss366 Treble #TimeTravelAuthors 9/4 Whatever

    Inside the passage hung a feline odor, strong enough to wilt feathers, and paw prints littered the dusty floor. We turned left in the direction most of them led.

    “It’s walking on its hind feet,” Sumika said after a few meters and pointed to where the marks of the forepaws ceased, leaving only the rear ones.

    “Indeed, that’s because it’s a nekomata. Be glad this passage is wood, not stone,” I replied.

    “Why?”

    “Because your ‘cute’ kitty can spit fireballs. I doubt it wants to burn its mistress’s home down.”

    “Oh!”

    “It could be worse. We might have run into a gotokuneko. They’re about #treble the strength.”

    “Treble? What kind of word is that? Just say three times.”

    “It’s a perfectly good word.”

    “Whatever. And what about ‘gotokuneko?’ You’re not making that stuff up, are you?” Mistress asked.

    “Moi? Me? Make stuff up? I’m wounded. No, I studied this kind of thing when I was a woman.”

    “You know you’re a lot more human-like than when we first met. You almost talk normally, barring words like ‘treble.’”

    “Awk, chicka, cawa! Pay attention, there are lights ahead,” I cawed, irratated.

    How could Glinda-chan say such a thing? Hmph! Just when I was thinking she had more than one brain cell, she says utter rubbish. But no, she’s nothing more than a three-toed sloth.

    #TootFic #NMFic #Crows #Otherkin #Fantasy #UrbanFantasy #TimeTravel #Serial #SlowBurn #Sapphic #Folklore

  33. One more Urban Fantasy chapter down, and THREE more to go before I get to start the editing phase. :D

    This one had me feeling big feelings, and if I was a crying type, I would have probably cried a little for my poor main characters....man do I put those buddies through a wringer.

    #WIP #IAmWriting #book #UrbanFantasy #Fantasy #Bookstodon #indieauthor #Author #writing

  34. One more Urban Fantasy chapter down, and THREE more to go before I get to start the editing phase. :D

    This one had me feeling big feelings, and if I was a crying type, I would have probably cried a little for my poor main characters....man do I put those buddies through a wringer.

    #WIP #IAmWriting #book #UrbanFantasy #Fantasy #Bookstodon #indieauthor #Author #writing

  35. One more Urban Fantasy chapter down, and THREE more to go before I get to start the editing phase. :D

    This one had me feeling big feelings, and if I was a crying type, I would have probably cried a little for my poor main characters....man do I put those buddies through a wringer.

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  36. One more Urban Fantasy chapter down, and THREE more to go before I get to start the editing phase. :D

    This one had me feeling big feelings, and if I was a crying type, I would have probably cried a little for my poor main characters....man do I put those buddies through a wringer.

    #WIP #IAmWriting #book #UrbanFantasy #Fantasy #Bookstodon #indieauthor #Author #writing

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  38. A woman running from her past and her powers suspiciously breaks down in Minnesota and before AAA can get to her she gets caught, literally, in wolf country. Available for pre-order today until September 20th!

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  39. #Airisu: The Crow and the Witch

    Himeji Castle (Airisu POV): Post 62
    #Wss366 Mole #TimeTravelAuthors 9/2 Whatever

    More seriously, we rounded the screen in time to see the cat cross the space beyond and disappear behind a triptych. An image painted on the edge panel caught my eye. It depicted a woman summoning a giant skeleton, with a dog-sized frog at her feet. “Takiyasha-hime,” I thought.

    The portrait’s most interesting detail was the large, yellow tear-#mole below one of her eyes. That was no coincidence. The mark was an inauspicious one, and I suspected the painter had intended the figure to be recognized as ill-fated before the viewer ever noticed the skeleton.

    It was easy to see how a place like this might acquire a sinister reputation, even becoming considered cursed. That would make it an ideal location to hide a secret entrance.

    My supposition proved correct. When we slipped around the partition, we found an alcove draped with drab, dusty wall hangings, and concealed behind one of them was an opening to a narrow passageway.

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  40. 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.

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  41. 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.

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  42. #ScribesAndMakers Sep 1:

    #Introduction

    I am an author of #Sapphic-fueled #Mythpunk serials: #Yuri (Japanese-style lesbian romance), #UrbanFantasy, & #TimeTravel.

    I have 3 complete & 2 new self-published serials (Time-Travel & Urban Fantasy)

    Bijou the Time-Traveling Ghost

    For Love of a Konbini Idol

    My Girlfriend Almost Got Me Killed (R18)

    Arisu: The Girl Who Saw Ghosts

    Airisu: The Crow and the Witch

    • First serialization now on the Fedi. Will be revised for broader release later.

    I also write JP-style #Poetry: Haiku, Tanka, Renga, and Rengay.
    And I am an urban photographer,

    #NMFic #WritingCommunity