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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!

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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

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  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. Bright Dead Things (Bitter Legacies 1) by Hailey Turner | Book Review

    If the forest stares back at you, you’re already prey.

    Bran Gallagher grew up with three rules passed down through his coven: beware forest paths that lead to dangerous mounds, always keep iron close, and never speak of magic.

    Cillian Dunne grew up with his mother’s love, his father’s absence, and secret warnings to never trust a witch.

    In Pelham’s forest, where bright lights haunt the trees and hunt the lost, there are traditions kept for survival and others out of habit, none of which should be broken.

    Bran and Cillian unknowingly broke tradition and ruined each other in the aftermath of a kiss years ago. Reunited in the wake of a family tragedy, they cross paths with something old, something terrifying—something that wants them dead. When Bran’s younger sister is stolen away by a nightmare into the Otherworld, they can only follow and try to keep each other alive in a strange and haunting land.

    Trapped in a dangerous Fae Court, Bran learns being a witch comes with a death sentence. To save him, Cillian must fight against those who seek power from a past he has no memory of, and the only person he can trust is the witch who broke his heart.

    But it might be too late.

    For the Fae have never been kind, and they have always hungered, and this time, what they hunger for is revenge.

    How was it?

    One of the weird things about me, is that when I pick up one of my trusted authors’ books, I sometimes don’t want to know anything about it before diving in. That’s been my approach with Hailey Turner after Soulbound. At most tell me there are witches, Fae, and a new fantasy world to explore, and I’m in.

    Unfortunately, I accidentally read the blurb before starting Bright Dead Things. I say unfortunately because the blurb reveals an event that doesn’t happen immediately enough, and for the entire first quarter of the book, I found myself waiting for that moment instead of fully experiencing the story as it unfolded. It’s not the book’s fault, but it definitely changed my reading experience a little.

    I still got pulled into the story. I sat down to read a few chapters and suddenly found myself around 20% into the book without really noticing, which is a good sign since I’m a slow reader.

    The biggest strength of Bright Dead Things is its atmosphere. The forests is eerie, the Otherworld feels dangerous, and there’s this constant sense that something is lurking in the edges, just beyond sight. Turner is very good at worldbuilding and creating an atmosphere, here it’s a creeping feeling that something is wrong long before the characters fully realize it themselves.

    This book is very fantasy forward, the romance between Bran and Cillian is almost an after thought, yes there’s some longing but it’s a genuine slow burn. I’m happy with that here because the story and world surrounding it is more interesting to me than a second-chance romance. The world, the mysteries, and the hints of larger dangers kept me engaged while the relationship developed at its own pace.

    The one thing I wasn’t entirely sold on was the magic system. It feels a bit loose compared to fantasy worlds with clearly defined magical rules. The casting itself, mostly Bran’s and his witchmarks, often sounded complicated and time-consuming. I feel like Bran could get shot before witchmarking himself a shield, and maybe that’s the point he’s not supposed to duck and hide so he could raise a shield, lol.

    There’s a slow build, with clues and unsettling details scattered throughout the first half, before everything starts accelerating. The first quarter of the novel is largely spent setting up the events described in the blurb, which is why I’m annoyed I read it! It’s really around the halfway point that the pace picks up significantly, bringing more action, revelations, and a clearer picture of the larger threat lurking behind everything.

    I enjoy that gradual crescendo because I’ve come to trust Turner, I know she’s building toward something worthwhile. But I worry about how a brand-new reader would feel about it. If you’re unfamiliar with her talent, the slower first half might require a bit more patience, but if you(re familiar, enjoy the ride.

    I am invested in seeing where this series goes next, despite not being quite as attached to Bran and Cillian as I usually am after the first book of a Hailey Turner series. I like them. They’re good characters, I care about what happens to them. I’d be annoyed if they get hurt or killed but it wouldn’t ruined my day at this point. I haven’t formed a deeper emotional attachment yet.

    However, the mysteries introduced here, the larger mythology taking shape, and the unanswered questions left hanging have me eager to return to this world.

    Overall, Bright Dead Things is a strong opening to a new fantasy series. It’s atmospheric, creepy, full of intriguing folklore, and steadily builds toward something much bigger. If you’re willing to embrace a slower start and enjoy stories where the mysteries unfold piece by piece, there’s a lot here to enjoy.

    Rating: 4 out of 5.

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  35. #BücherSonntag

    Ich lese nun die Trilogie "Die Herren des Schakals" von Roxane Bicker, das ist historische Urban Fantasy mit vielen Elementen aus dem Alten Ägypten.

    Ich habe mir vorgenommen, alle drei Bände hintereinander zu lesen, mal sehen, was aus diesem Plan wird. 🙂

    Roxane (dey) arbeitet übrigens im Fachbereich Altes Ägypten in einem Münchner Museum.

    Von deren Trilogie gibt es bald einen Sammelband:
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