Tag: YA Fantasy
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Whispers from the Realms: Searching for the First Daughter
Whispers of the Realms are fragments—moments caught and carried from across the Sundered Realms. They are not full stories, but glimpses. Echoes of lives lived under the weight of magic, memory and choice. Some are quiet. Some are sharp. All of them belong to the world beyond the page.
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Whispers from the Realms: The Night Won’t Save Anyone
Whispers of the Realms are fragments—moments caught and carried from across the Sundered Realms. They are not full stories, but glimpses. Echoes of lives lived under the weight of magic, memory and choice. Some are quiet. Some are sharp. All of them belong to the world beyond the page. Images are generated using Microsoft Copilot.
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Writing Wrap-Up: September 1-7
Overall, I’m pleased with the progress I’ve made this week: So onward! Into the depths of Selah’s secrets and the downfall of a king!
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Whispers from the Realms: Bone Magic
Whispers of the Realms are fragments—moments caught and carried from across the Sundered Realms. They are not full stories, but glimpses. Echoes of lives lived under the weight of magic, memory and choice. Some are quiet. Some are sharp. All of them belong to the world beyond the page.
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Writing Update: “The Sorcerers’ Bargain”
It’s been a while! Mostly because I have learned that I can’t do all things all the time. That doesn’t, however, mean I haven’t been writing (and plotting … always with the plotting!). “The Sorcerers’ Bargain” is done! And by “done,” I mean my initial draft has been completed, edited and is now being updated…
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Writing Prompt Wednesday
In the theme of giving myself some variety from my current work-in-progress, I’m using these writing prompts to build up some of the ancillary characters in the world of Harbinger. Today’s writing prompt: Write about a wound. The slash on Stephen’s cheek gaped, pale and grotesque. Alric froze as he watched the skin part beneath…
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Random Writing Prompt: Half an hour before sunrise …
The world was still sleeping. The moon hung low and heavy in the sky, her light turning the familiar paths into a much more treacherous journey. He blew out a quiet breath and watched the supplicants come. Even in the moonlight, they were easy to see. The first glowed with the torchlight of his party:…
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The Seer’s Story
So here’s a silly little thing: earlier this year, I finished and published my first short story (The Seer’s Story). I was (and am) super excited about it and proud of myself for having *done the thing*!! But, oddly enough, once I’d *done the thing*, I didn’t really talk about it. Yes, it’s plastered all…
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