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okie okie yall pinky promised!! here is part one of the prologue of 'bovzek and the devil' and you are all required to read it. constructive criticism is encouraged bc im not used to this writing style and I'm still getting used to it. this is very much a first FIRST draft!!

some notes-- this is a dark fairytale esc story taking place around ~1000 AD in eastern eourpe in an imaginary country, Milan-Rosae. the folktale creatures are slavic in origin. tw for misogyny from the pov character, pregnancy, death during childbirth, talk of a baby dying from starvation (the baby does not die!), and a dude seriously having it out for a literal infant

enjoy!

Queen Wenzel was pregnant. Her stomach was swollen, her belly button poking out as stretchmarks made vines across the taut, cellulite-puckered flesh, like ivy creeping up brick. The baby--their baby-- kicked often, shifting beneath the skin of her belly, and Claudius took great pride in feeling the fluttering movement under the palm of his hand as he rested it on Wenzel’s stomach. Their boy (because it would be a boy, Claudius was sure of it) would be strong, with arms as mighty and unwavering as the kicks against the wall of its mother’s womb. Wenzel was due any day now, maybe even any hour. Drowsy spring stretched on outside the castle windows and Claudius could hardly contain his excitement, just as he could barely hold back the growing annoyance he felt towards his wife. Her vomiting, her crying, her whines of pain and backache as she grew larger, her once beautiful body now ruined with child, all grated on him like porcupine quills against fresh bark.

Wenzel and Claudius’ marriage hadn’t been born out of love, but instead a treaty between a rich walled kingdom that gnawed on the tail of the Roman Byzantine Empire, and Milan-Rosae, the heart of the East. Nestled between Pomerania, the fiercely held vassal of the Holy Roman Empire, and the Duchy of Bohemia, back before the Schism of 1212 split the world apart, Milan-Rosae was a place of beauty that, in Claudius’ opinion, rivaled no other. Surrounded by the Šumava, a towering roof of green spruce that clung against the sides of the Murmuring Mountains, and the Vydra, the Mighty Otter, a river that cut through the green and brought with it icy lakes and peat bogs, Milan-Rosae was protected from all. Queen Wenzel and King Claudius the VII had made a loveless marriage into a successful allegiance, one that would soon bear an heir, and Claudias awaited that day with bated breath.

Claudius shifted in his saddle. Technically, a royal hunt could have (and probably should have) been put off until Alois was born, but Claudius couldn’t spend another damn day with Wenzel. If he had to listen to his wife vomit all over her swollen belly again he might tear out what little hair he had left. He’d taken to having her sleep in a guest suite; Claudius couldn’t spend another night listening to her sniveling. No, what he needed was fresh air and the company of his men, not Wenzel’s displaced humors, and a hunt would provide just that. Wenzel had pitched a fit of course, as all women did, whimpering something about how she couldn’t be left alone when the birth was so close, and how frightened she was to pass the boy without a hand to hold, but frankly, Claudius had no intention of being there when she did pop his boy out. Too much blood and shit and organs. He’d much prefer his only memories of his wife naked be when he thrust himself in and filled her with his children, not when she was shitting and bleeding all over herself, thank you very much. As long as he could hold a baby boy soon, he was happy.

The royal hunt was supposed to be to find a great Azhdaya, deep in the forest, after which rClaudius and his men would take down the beast, a demonic wryn with three heads, and make a headboard for the newborn prince from its breastbone. In truth, Claudius was just ready to be alone in the wilderness and wild, with only his vassals and knights by his side, sword in one hand and bow in the other, his hounds gnashing their teeth and yanking on the lead as they smelled the air for the scent of dragon. Claudius was ready to let them loose, to swing his sword and spill blood; Wenzel, as beautiful as she was, was desperate to emasculate, constantly carrying on about the importance of kisses and gentle touches. Claudius did not approve of striking women-- he was a Godly man, after all-- but sometimes Wenzel’s nauseating need to be held at night after fucking tested him. Hopefully, the baby would provide an outlet for her, but until the baby came, Claudius needed an outlet for his pent-up frustration, and dragon hunting would do just that. The hunt called to him, whispering of glory and freedom, and Claudius was more than happy to answer that call.

Claudius clicked his tongue, and with a sharp flick of his reins, the horse moved forward. The spring had been mild, the Ride of the King untouched by heavy rain or wind, a sign of good to come. The festival and parade had been grand, and Claudius had been proud to sit above it all and watch the Pentecostal precession march by. May was nearly halfway through, and soon the breath of summer would blow across the treetops of the Šumava and turn the capital city into a sweltering pit of misery, but until then, Claudius enjoyed what was left over from the peaceful shower that had fallen yesterday. They turned the greenery of the forest a bright emerald, the plants soaking up the rain like a sponge did lye, and the ground was spongey with moss beneath his horse’s hooves. Mist and moisture hung in the air, the humidity almost uncomfortable as it sunk into his chest. Arnold rode in step with Claudius’ horse. The vassal was a good soldier, loyal and reverent with a touch of bloodlust that excited Claudius at every joust and hunt, and, had his family not been as brown-blooded as they came, Claudius would have called the man a friend.

“I smell a storm coming, my liege,” Arnold said, his horse walking a respectable five feet behind and to the left of Claudius’ own. He craned his head back to look at the towering spruces around them, and Claudius took a deep breath in. Yes, he could feel the weight of rain settling in his lungs. It was coming, and soon. Rainstorms meant the Vydra would swell, bringing with her all sorts of creatures, ones that Claudius would very much like to avoid. That was the downside of a forest as majestic as the Šumava. Poets had compared the spruces of Claudius’ forest to giants, creatures of wood reaching up with branches so that they might shake hands with God. With her protection, Claudius need not fear the Holy Roman Empire, nor Pomerania, nor the Duchy of Bohemia. Should the massive trees fail to deter invaders, then her tenants certainly would; after all, it wasn’t just bark and roots and tree nettles that could be found on the forest floor. No, the Šumava carried with it secrets-- grand, dangerous secrets.

Fae. Samojuda and Vila, Baždarica and Rusalka, even Vodník all made their homes amongst Claudius’ trees, on the banks of its river and lakes, up in the branches and down in unmarked graves. Father Michael would surely click his tongue and shake his head to hear Claudius speak of such things, but it was the simple truth. Strange creatures lived in the forest, with too-big eyes and too-long teeth, who spoke with gentle, booming voices. Claudius believed in the fae; it was foolish not to, and now, as they moved through the wet glittering spruces, the creatures felt close.

“Aye,” Gregory said in reply as Arnold repeated himself for the third time. Arnold had a nasty habit of jabbering, a little too fond of his own voice. In contrast, Gregory, the newest and youngest of his knights, was quiet and self-contained. He carried promise, if he’d simply harden his heart a tad. He was too kind, too mushy, and it would bite him in the ass sooner than later, and when it did, Claudius was not going to bail the man out of his troubles. “It reeks of lightning. Should we turn back, my Lord?”

Claudius hummed, peering up at the sky. The sky couldn’t open up, not now when they were so deep in the forest away from warmth and shelter. They hadn’t even heard a sniffle from the Azhdaya, let alone its roar, and Claudius had no desire to return empty-handed. That and, should it rain, his new doublet, a fine green thing that perfectly complimented the foliage, would be ruined by the mud, which would be an absolute shame.

“Give it an hour more,” Claudius said, giving his horse a slight squeeze with his knees and sending it off from a slow, steady trot to a canter. “If the sky darkens anymore, we shall turn back.” The two men nodded, turning in their saddles to repeat the order to the other vassals and knights present. The party pressed closer together and spurred on their horses, moving through the spruce like snakes through tall grass. Claudius was beginning to debate picking up the pace even more when, as if the sky had been waiting for the decision, the clouds split. The grey clouds had been deceptively small-- now, as the rain poured down, Claudius was quickly becoming sure this would be much more than a simple spring shower. Damn it.

Arnold swore, jerking his horse to a stop, with Gregory not far behind. A flash of lightning lit up the sky with a crack. Claudius jerked his horse back. Well, shit. The lightning had been close, dangerously so; they needed to turn around. Claudius turned to shout the order to Arnold when another pearl of lightning came down from the sky, striking a tree not even a hundred yards away in a spray of light and heat. The tree split with a scream, the sound almost drowned out by the thunder. It swayed once before tilting back, then forward; Arnold let out a shout, calling for Claudius, but the tree had already fallen, crashing to the ground between Claudius and his men. Claudius’ horse reared up in surprise, eyes wild and ears flattened, and Claudius struggled to grip its slick leather.

“Easy, beast!” Claudius yelled over the rain, jamming his heels into the horse’s sides. Instead of settling, the creature bolted. Clinging to it desperately, Claudius pressed himself close over the horse’s mane. Still delirious, the stupid beast leaped over the tree that was already taking flame and took off into the trees. Claudius could do nothing but grit his teeth and struggle to stay in his saddle as the horse wove through the trees. The forest had quickly become dark with rain, the sky now completely blanketed with clouds, the only light the blinding flash of lighting every few minutes. The horse squealed at a particularly large flash, rearing back and shaking its head, and the leather was too wet, the rain too thick, the spring air too electric—Claudius’ hands slipped from the reins and as the horse spun directions he was flung off, back into a tree, smacking his head against the bark, ripping hair and flesh as he tumbled to the ground. He didn’t have the time to think of his wife, of his unborn baby, even of Arnold or Gregory; he didn’t think at all before he crashed to the ground, still and dim as a snuffed candle.

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When he woke, the forest was dark. Claudius pulled himself from the ground with a sound of disgust. Mud crusted his new doublet, thoroughly ruining it, and he was soaked to the skin. Moss clung to his beard and vines wrapped around his legs; it took an obnoxious amount of time to free himself from them. He spat out silt, struggling to right himself. The mud had sucked him down like a yearning lover, and with a grunt, he struggled to his feet.

The forest was silent. The rain had stopped. The sky was clear of clouds, but still black, the stars dim and the moon gone. There was no light in this night, no north star, and Claudius frowned as he brushed off his trousers.

“Arnold!” He yelled, turning in a circle, taking in the soaked trees. “Gregory!”

Nothing.

Fuck.

His men wouldn’t abandon him, of that Claudius was sure, and his idiot of a steed—which was now, of course, nowhere to be found—couldn’t have dragged him far. But it had been light when the rain started and now the sky was a black velvet blanket. Claudius was clueless as to how much time had passed. He sighed.

“Arnold! Gregory! I’m here!” He shouted, knowing the words wouldn’t travel far in the soaked moss of the forest. Still, he refused to let his growing concern enter his voice.

“Damn it all, you idiots, here I am!”

Nothing. Not a sound, not even the chirp of spring insects. Perfect silence. He could sit and wait, but then his trousers would get wet, and he was growing anxious. How far had the horse dragged him?

How far from home was he?

Suddenly, a low, mournful sound cut through the silence of the night, and Claudius’ heart skipped a beat. Wolves. He took a steadying breath. He had a sword and knew well how to use it, but one man against a pack of beasts was still unfortunate odds. He could climb a tree and wait the wolves out, but the thought of being surrounded by a pack throughout the night, perched precariously and shivering on high branches as they slobbered and panted, waiting out their hunger was terrifying. Claudius knew he was a strong man in good health, he was unsure how long he could hold himself up.

The mourning voices came again, louder, longer, closer, and Claudius’ well-thought planning left his mind entirely. He turned on heel and ran, breaking through the trees, water and mud sucking at his boots, spruce needles clawing at his face and ruined doublet, and Claudius knew that surly the wolves were just behind him, their foaming gums and teeth gnashing at his ankles.

(The wolves were, in truth, far from Claudius. They gave little thought to the king. After all, the lumberer had died today, her sweet breath gone and her gentle heart stopped. No longer would she run with wolves, no longer would she feed them the finest parts of the deer from her hand. No longer would she scare away hunters and clap in delight at the wolves’ song. The lumberer was gone, dead and cooling. The stars and moon had dimmed their lights in mourning, and the sky opened its clouds in her memory— even the fair folk that lived amongst the spruces wept for h. The lumberer had died and the whole forest hung its head.)

Claudius ran, his blood pounding in his ears. The trees clawed at him, and it seemed to Claudius that the whole forest wished to devour him. He pulled his riding cloak tighter around him in hopes it would somehow protect him from the creatures that stalked the trees at night, until he came stumbling into a clearing he did not recognize. And there, in the center, as if the spruces had politely moved to make just enough room for it, was a house.

House was clearly an overstatement—the wood was warped and swollen, the nails rusted, the door uneven and crooked on its hinges—but the late lumberer’s home radiated warmth, the kind that could never be found in a court or a castle. Piles upon piles of wood, somehow untouched by the rain, sat proudly by the side of the wall, ready to be cultivated into fine lumber, and a sprawling garden of all wonderous things took up the right wall of the home. Vines curled protectively around the pane-less windows. Claudius squeezed the rain and mud from his doublet, straightened the crown on his head, and knocked on the door, kicking the gunk from his boots on the edge of the welcome step.

Nothing.

He knocked again.

“I stand before you as King Claudius Rampars the VII of Milan-Rosae, King of this land and the Šumava forest, and demand you open your door.” He called. He could hear shuffling inside, and the sound of stifled cries, and huffed. How dare they not open when he called? Who did this idiot think they were anyway? He grabbed the doorknob and tested it—unlocked, and unlatched. Very well. If this was what he needed to do to make himself known, then he’d happily let himself in. After all, as king, every door belonged to him. Claudius, with little care of the coming consequences, flung the door open, and stepped inside.

A woman sat by the fire. Claudius immediately turned his eyes—it seemed she’d mistaken living alone for living in heathenry, and sat in just her skirts, her bare flat chest open for all to see, exposing creamy flesh and plump curves of fat that rolled across her hips. She hissed something in some barbaric, unfamiliar language and drew herself up, impossibly tall with clear, too-wide dark eyes and hair the color of starlight tumbling in rich waves down her back. She turned her eyes upon him, and at that moment a word was whispered deep in the back of Claudius’ head: samojuda. But that couldn’t be so. The samojuda, those beautiful women of another world, lived along the Otter, not in shacks in clearings where the closest water was a hand-dug well.

“What in the Great Hells do you think you are doing?” The woman spat. The power in her words raised the hair along Claudius’ spine, a fear he didn’t quite understand-- but then there came a soft sound and a wail from a box nuzzled close to the fire. The woman let out a pained gasp and rushed to the box on the ground, softly shushing it, before gathering up a bundle of wool and skin—a baby. Small, painfully small, no more than a day old, with tan olive skin and bare swirls of auburn, brown-red hair, face scrunched up near in pain as it (he?) screamed.

“Shh, shh, hush little one, all is well, Matka is here,” the woman whispered, bouncing him desperately, and Claudius waited for someone with milk-filled breasts to come from deeper in the home to feed the clearly starving child, but instead the woman just held him close, face pale and shaky, eyes wild.

“Well?” Claudius said, watching the baby’s shriveled up face, “Aren’t you going to feed him?”

“I… I can’t,” the woman said, painfully soft. “I’m not his birth mother. I have no milk to give.”

Claudius scanned the small home for the mother—there was the fire, a loft, and little else, and no mother in sight.

“Then where is she?” He asked and the woman flinched, clinging tighter to the baby.

“She’s dead. I—she was sick, I tried to stop the bleeding, but it all happened so fast, and, and…”

The woman buried her face in the bare chest of the baby. “I don’t know what I’m going to do without her,” she said softly, more to herself than him, “I can’t feed him. I’ve tried with a rag and some goat milk, but he won’t latch. Every child I’ve created from the forest I haven’t thought of for even a moment once I rid myself of them, but he… he has his mother’s eyes, I cannot… I cannot watch him die.”

The woman took a shuddering breath. “I wish he had died with his mother. At least then it would have been quick. Now he will starve, long and slow, and I can do nothing to stop it.”

Slowly, the baby quieted, and the woman’s eyes, glittering in her skull, softened. “My little boy…” she whispered, brushing a finger over his closed eyelid, “my precious little boy.”

Claudius shifted uncomfortably in the doorway.

“Does he have a name?”

The woman let out a bitter laugh. “Why bother? He’ll be dead in a few days.”

“Will he be baptized?”

The woman’s face twisted. “Absolutely not.”

“Why? You’re not some heathen in the woods, are you?” Claudius said with a scoff, and the woman turned her dark eyes to him, shining with something malicious.

“Watch your words, your majesty.” She spat, and Claudius took a step back without thinking too.

“I—”

“You speak to me of baptism? You know nothing of how this forest works, its history, its people, its magic. Nothing!” She said, taking a strong step forward, soon nose to nose with Claudius, her baby nearly pinned between them.

“Leave.” She said, “Leave this place. Forget me, forget the babe, go back to where you came from, king. You are unwelcome here.”

And then the baby began to cry. Weaker this time, quieter, less a wail and more a wrecked sob, and the woman swore, rocking him gently.

“Look what you’ve done.” She hissed, “Won’t you let us die in peace?”

Claudius’ mouth stuttered. “I—”

“Is it too much to ask for a creature and her baby to die, together and warm and unbothered?”

“Ma’am—”

“Don’t ma’am me when you barged into my home!”

The baby’s cries had become screams, and tears had begun to drip down the woman’s face, and Claudius’ insides shriveled. Never in his life had he seen a baby cry up close, and the scrunched flesh and watery eyes gutted him in a way nothing had before. His baby would look like this. His Alois, his son, his heir. Would he die too if Wenzel were to pass before she could hold him to her breast?

No. No, Wenzel wouldn’t pass, and even if she did, God protect her, Alois would have a wet nurse and a million men and women and court folk who would happily hold him to their breast. Alois would have everything, and this woman (Woman? Creature? Samojuda?) would have nothing.

“I am a king,” he said softly, and the woman’s face twisted with a sneer.

“Oh, truly?” She said mockingly, and Claudius held up a hand.

“Please, listen. I am a king—I have access to many resources and many pregnant and nursing nobles who would bend over backward to please me. If I asked, they would welcome your baby into their crest in an instant.”

The woman stopped, mouth hanging open. “I… are you…?”

“It is a generous offer, but one I am willing to hold myself to.”

The woman cradled her baby even closer to her chest. “You would?” She whispered, and Claudius felt himself nod, not even sure he was doing so.

The woman took a step back. Between them, the baby had quieted. She walked back to the fire and slowly sunk down to the box, sitting on its edge, and began to hum. Claudius found himself entranced by her song, her sound, like sweet dew and warm sunlight, and a deep breath after a dip in cold water. She waved him over and slowly, he moved to her side and sat beside her.

“What was the mother’s name?” He asked softly, and the woman took his hand, guiding it to the baby’s head. Claudius wondered at his wispy hair, his dark eyes, and the baby smiled at him. Claudius smiled back.

“She was a lumberer,” The woman said, “She wooed me with little carvings and statuettes, carved them till her hands bled and left them for me to find until I fell in love with the little things and then, slowly, with her. She was beautiful, with skin like an oak leaf, hair like a river, and eyes like starlight. She loved the world unabashedly, loved the wolves and the buzzards and the worms as much as she did the flowers and the larks. She was my little lark. She… she always had a long on her lips, and we joined in bed together, so ready to raise a little one… We were overjoyed when she became fat with child.”

The reverent look on her face faded, replaced with a bitterness that made Claudius shiver. “She grew pregnant, that’s for sure. Then sick, and then bloody, and then dead.”

“My wife, she is with child, too,” Claudius said. “A boy, I’m sure of it, and I will name him Alois, after the mighty warriors, so he will grow to be strong and unbreakable.”

“Strong and unbreakable,” the woman said softly, “isn’t that a wonderful thought? Maybe my boy will be the same. Will you, beloved? Will you be strong and unbreakable?”

The baby gurgled up at them. Claudius was struck with a sudden warmth despite the chill of his wet clothes and couldn’t tear his eyes from the boy. He was perfect in every way, with his olive skin, dark eyes, and auburn red hair.

“He shall be,” Claudius said, and the softness in his chest scared him. Claudius was not a soft person, but beside this baby, his heart felt as mushy as a rotten apple, as sweet as sugar syrup. He felt… weak before this baby, and for a moment a stalk of fear struck him. How could something so small be so powerful? It was almost… otherworldly. Claudius glanced at the baby’s mother and her too-big eyes, her pale hair, her unashamed half-nakedness. What kind of woman was this, alone in the woods with a lumberer as her only company? Who was she, to be so content without civilization, so without civility that she’d sit without anything to cover her chest while before a man, a king? Was her lumberer just as uncivilized?

The baby’s eyes had slipped shut, and the woman ran fingers across his tan cheeks.

“Sleep, worldly king,” She said. “Take the spot by the fire. My boy and I shall take the loft. Enjoy the warmth, and dry yourself. We shall leave early in the morning for your kingdom.”

Claudius perked at that. “You can take me home?”

“Aye. I know these woods better than any else. I can take you to the forest’s edge where the walls that surround your kingdom are. A walled kingdom with a walled capital. How strange—are the bricks to keep all out, or all in?”

Claudius pursed his lips. “The Holy Roman Empire--”

The woman waved a hand. “I have no care for petty human politics. You all die in the end.”

“And you do not?”

The woman looked to Claudius with faraway eyes and gave no answer. Claudius shuddered.

“Take the spot by the fire,” The woman said again, and Claudius nodded without even thinking too. The woman bundled the baby to her chest and moved deeper into the home to the loft, murmuring to the child and not giving Claudius a second glance. Claudius sat, bewildered, and finding he couldn’t speak as he watched the bare back of the woman (samojuda, samojuda, samojuda…). He found his thoughts tumultuous and tangled. The fire couldn’t seem to calm them.

He knew then he would never be able to sleep.

Still, Claudius curled up on the fur on the floor, close to the hot coals, and closed his eyes. He’d take the boy in the morning, but until then… until then he would share a home with a fae and the spring storm howling just outside the pane-less windows.

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Claudius woke slowly, his eyes heavy and his mouth foul tasting, and furrowed his brow. Something low and melodic drifted through the air, and he sat up. Someone was humming. Claudius slowly stood. It was likely the woman, spending as much time cradling her baby as she could before she lost him forever. Claudius approached the ladder to the loft, ears perked, as the woman stopped humming and began to sing in a low, husky voice, heavy and thick with magic. Claudius felt gooseflesh ripple across his skin at the sound of it. It was heavy with power, and Claudius knew in that moment that this woman was far from mortal. The word ‘samojuda’, that beautiful forest spirit, echoed in his head.

Samojuda, samojuda, samojuda…

He stepped up on the first rung of the ladder and strained his ears as the samojuda continued to speak.

“My sweet, brave little boy," the samogude sang to the baby, "Before you leave me forever, I call upon the Fates to bless you and keep you. I ask they give you the gift of creation. May a love for making something out of nothing temper your heart into shining steel. I ask they give you the gift of compassion- may you be just and good to all men.”

The samojuda took a deep, shaky breath, and Claudius could hear love and despair in it.

“Little one… I ask they give you the gift of love, true, deep love, like that of your mothers’. May you find love that never wavers or breaks. May you be loved by great things— may you live lavishly and be loved by someone greater than all else, who can spoil you as much as they adore you. May you… may you love and be loved by a child born to a king!”

The humming returned, the samojuda done with her song and content to simply rock her baby. The creature’s words were shrill in Claudius’s ears.

A child born to a king.

Claudius dropped down the ladder and sunk to his knees. The boy… he was not some starving lumberer’s child. He was a child of a samojuda, and a beloved one at that. This fae women were known for their changelings, for thrusting babies onto unsuspecting parents and drowning the couple’s original children. For a samojuda to wish to keep a child, to protect it… It was unknown, unfathomable, and spoke of terrifying power. The fae had great influence over the Fates, and if those holy women decided something, it was as good as sealed. That damn samojuda, should the Fates follow her wishes, had just damned a king’s child to a wretched fate. To marry a lumberer’s child… Claudius' heart twisted with disgust at the thought of some half-blooded creature marrying into a court.

It was a bastardization of nature, for something so tainted by inhuman blood and poverty to even look upon a king’s child, let alone touch one, love one, breed with one. Claudius couldn’t let that happen. He couldn’t condemn some poor royal to that fate. If something like that were to happen to his own son. The though made Claudius pause. If he took this creature into his court, right after the birth of his own son, his own heir, the chances that... His stomach rolled, and he pressed a hand to his mouth. He couldn't allow it. He wouldn't damn his unborn child to such a life. Fuck promises made, fuck agreements, that child could never step foot in a court. Never.

Claudius would protect his child from such a monstrous fate; the only question was how.

#batd tag #my writing

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terrovaniadorm · 1 year

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Terrovania masterlist 2

Dorm introduction

First list

Characters

Essie Espectre (Spooky from Spooky's Jumpscare Mansion) by @/bloodiegawz

Falina Haunt (Mr Whiskers from Whiskers) by @/another-twisted-wonderland-fan

Vin (Vincent Edgeworth From Vincent: Secret of Myers) by @/authoruio

Maria Alarik (Bloody Mary from Identity V) by @/windbornearchon

Caspian Lycoris (Grim reaper) by @/geminiiviolets

Alice Darius (Lady Dimitrescu from Resident Evil: Village) by @/starry-night-rose

Lilith Winchester (Lucy Westerna from Dracula) by @/starry-night-rose

Azure Peinture (the portrait of the girl with the blue flower from Death Palette) by @/dajana-m

Allen di Angelo (Alice Angel from Bendy and The Ink machine) by @/rosietrace

Trinity Valentin (Tiffany Valentine from Child's play)*duplicate by @/rosietrace

Walton Morrigan (William Afton from FNAF series) by @/rosietrace

Prudence Swallows (Pearl from X trilogy) by @/cutiecrpze

Vitale Delafontaine (Brahms Heelshire from the boy) by @/hey-its-cweepy

Sora Jubeline (Bad End Happy from Precure) by @/shinysparklesapphires

Kyrie Alabaster (Princess from Slay the Princess) by @/the27th

Alaric Yuumore (Elvis from Castlevania: Moonlight Rhapsody) by @/silent-dragon

Vireo Eztli (Orlox from Castlevania: Nocturne) by @/silent-dragon

Claudia Bates (Carmilla from Carmilla) by @/writing-heiress

Written - February 13 2023

Edited - December 14 2023

#WOHOO SECOND LIST IS HERE #If i missed anyone lmk :3c #Masterlist #Terrovania

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tecontos · 2 years

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Ele foi tão gostoso que acabou virando meu amante

By; Claudia

Ola Te Contos, sou de Porto Alegre, tenho 29 anos e sou casada.

O meu marido, o Roberto, adora que eu use mini saias, roupas transparentes e muito curtas e adora mais ainda me exibir para outros machos, sente a maior tesão em me ver sendo bolinada e comida por outras pessoas sejam homens, mulheres ou casais, por este motivo entramos para o mundo do swing e do ménage.

Em virtude de uma foto colocada no meu instagram, que era muito sensual e chamava bastante a atenção, recebi inumeras mensagens, mas uma em especial me atraiu e cativou, era de um homem chamado Renato, que chegou ate a enviar um in box uma foto do seu cacete enorme e muito grosso o que me deixou bastante interessada e com muito tesão, pois adoro sentir um pau enorme na mão, na boca ou em qualquer outro buraco do corpo, me rasgando e me alargando.

Começamos a conversar trocar e começamos a trocar fantasias, experiências e o questionei sobre o que realmente queria, lógico que a resposta era inevitável, queria me conhecer, me chupar todinha e meter aquele pauzão em mim. Ficamos conversando e falando putarias somente por celular durante umas 3 semanas, até que comentando com o Roberto que havia gostado do papo dele e que gostaria de levar adiante a coisa ele deu a maior força e sugeriu que ligasse para ele e que marcasse um encontro num local público o que possibilitaria caso não houvesse afinidade, uma retirada imediata.

Então liguei para ele uma noite e marcamos um encontro no Shopping Praia de Belas, fui com um micro vestido preto e por baixo a pedido dele, fui com a mini tanga com a qual tinha tirado a foto do anúncio, que mal cobria meu rabo e cheia de tesão. O Roberto me levou ao encontro e lá chegando ficou rondando por perto, de olho no que estava ocorrendo, quando o Renato chegou não acreditei (mesmo tendo o visto por video chamada), ele era lindo, moreno tipo árabe, cabelos pretos, muito bem arrumado, perfumado, elegante, olhos lindos e penetrantes e sobrancelhas de menina, cílios grandes e bem delineados que ressaltavam seus olhos e rosto maravilhoso, então ele me convidou para tomar algo e nos sentamos em um dos barzinhos ali existentes, tomamos café e conversamos muito, eu cruzava e descruzava as pernas propositadamente e ele não tirava os olhos das minhas coxas, após certo tempo alegando que não poderíamos ficar a noite toda ali inventei que estava na hora que havia combinado para meu marido vir me buscar e teria que aguardá-lo no estacionamento e perguntei se não gostaria de me levar até o carro e como ele imaginava que eu estivesse sozinha prontamente me acompanhou.

Lá chegando e alegando que meu marido ainda iria demorar um pouco o convidei para sentar a meu lado, para continuarmos o bate papo no carro. O Roberto a tudo assistia de um lugar privilegiado e previamente escolhido, como disse anteriormente eu estava vestindo um mini vestido preto que a esta altura devido a um movimento proposital já estava quase na cintura, ele estava alucinado só me fazia elogios e não tirava os olhos das minhas coxas e da mini tanga que mal tapava minha boceta, embora estivesse de meia calça, pois estava relativamente frio, mas como estava preparada para o que poderia acontecer ali comecei a me insinuar e provocá-lo para ver no que dava e ele não resistindo começou a passar as mãos em minhas pernas e quis saber se eu estava com a calcinha da foto e lhe disse que sim o que demonstrei na hora levantando todo o vestido e então ele me agarrou, me beijou e deitando o banco do carro tirou minha meia calça e começou a lamber e passar a mão nas minhas pernas e coxas, depois colocou a mão por dentro da tanguinha e enfiou o dedo na minha buceta e acendendo a luz interna do carro pediu para mostrar-lhe como ficava a tanguinha enterrada no rabo e na bocetinha.

Deitei no banco de bunda para cima e me exibi para ele, que enfiou a língua na minha racha e na minha bunda, eu por minha vez já estava grudada no seu pau que era realmente enorme, tudo isto ainda ficava mais excitante, pois tínhamos que nos cuidar dos vigias do estacionamento que começaram a ficar de olho em nós dentro do carro há tanto tempo e no maior enrosco.

Ficamos neste amasso e bolinação durante uns 20 minutos e ele aos poucos conseguiu me deixar nuazinha dentro do carro, me chupou, beijou, me bolinou de todas as maneiras, me enfiou a língua na boceta e na bunda e me deixou bem maluca, fiquei num tesão tão grande que estava louquinha para dar para ele ali mesmo no estacionamento, sensação que ficou muito mais forte quando ele me virou de costas para ele, de lado no banco do carro e colocou aquele pauzão no meio das minhas coxas e na entrada da minha bocetinha, esfregando e colocando a cabecinha, me fazendo ver estrelas, mas devido ao movimento dos seguranças recoloquei o vestido e falei que era melhor deixar para outro dia, pois ali estava ficando muito arriscado e perigoso, além do fato que me lembrei que já era muito tarde e que meu marido já estava lá fora fazia mais de uma hora, devendo estar com frio e com o saco dolorido de tanta tesão.

Ele queria me levar a um Motel, mas disse que naquele dia não seria possível e ele perguntou como ele iria embora e se eu não tinha dó de deixá-lo daquele jeito, então coloquei o pau dele na boca e chupei e lambi até ele gozar rios de porra no fundo da minha garganta que eu engoli até deixar bem limpinho, depois nos despedimos com muitos beijos e amassos e ele me surpreendendo me puxou para o seu colo, levantou meu vestido e sem que eu esperasse colocou o pau na entradinha da minha boceta encharcada me puxou contra ele, enfiando todo cacete dentro de mim em uma só estocada, me beijou e disse que era só para que eu tivesse uma amostra do que estava reservado para mim no próximo encontro e tirando de dentro se despediu com um grande beijo, levando minha calcinha como recordação e prometendo me entregar na próxima vez que nos encontrássemos.

Quando foi embora o Roberto entrou no carro e enfiou dois dedos em minha buceta super alagada, me beijou e me bolinou e eu dei uma chupada no pau dele até encher minha boca de porra, fomos para casa e com o tesão que nós estávamos acabamos transamos várias vezes, dei minha boceta e cuzinho de todas as posições possíveis e imagináveis, enquanto lhe contava com detalhes tudo que havia acontecido no carro.

Continuamos conversando por telefone e alguns dias depois o Renato ligou e me convidou para almoçarmos e aceitei, pois estava louca para saber se ele sabia usar toda aquela ferramenta que tinha no meio das pernas e que já tinha sentido dentro mim tão rapidamente e eu imaginava se seria tão bom como imaginava, então marquei um encontro e saímos.

Ele me pegou no seu carro durante a tarde em uma Avenida de Porto Alegre e eu estava com um mini vestido que mais mostrava tudo do que tapava, uma mini tanguinha vermelha e um sutiã da mesma cor, logo que entrei no carro ele me agarrou e me beijou, passou a mão nas minhas pernas e eu já me agarrei no pau dele dando umas mordidas e chupadas.

Ele me levou a um motel e foi muito simpático e delicado com um belo papo de conquistador, ao chegamos lá começou a me beijar, me agarrar me apertar, me pôs de frente para o espelho e começou a tirar meu vestido, eu me esfregava nele como uma vagabunda, ele tirou o pau para fora e o pôs no meio das minhas coxas, esfregava aquela cabeça enorme no meio do meu rabo, se esfregava na minha boceta, nos meus seios e na minha cara.

Agarrou-me, me apertou, me beijou, me fez muitos carinhos, me colocou na cama e começou a me beijar toda, chupou e mordeu meus seios, pernas e minha boceta me deixando cheia de tesão. Eu por minha vez passava a mão em seu corpo, mordia agarrava aquele pau enorme e bem duro me deixando mais maluca ainda deitou por cima de mim se roçando todo, esfregando o pau nos meus seios e na minha cara, ai não resisti mais, agarrei puxei e coloquei o que pude na boca, fui chupando e passando a língua na cabeça, abocanhava até onde podia quase sufocando, apertava e lambia o seu saco e ele quase gozou em minha boca.

Após me colocou de quatro e meteu tudo de uma só vez, enlouqueci, parecia que ia me rasgar toda, me chamava de putinha, de vagabunda, e eu rebolava, sentindo aquele pau maravilhoso, tocar meu útero, bem no fundo, não resistimos muito tempo gozamos alucinadamente e ele me encheu de porra.

Após fomos tomar um banho, ele aproveitou e pediu uma garrafa de vinho, da qual tomei meia garrafa e fiquei mais louca ainda, com tesão redobrada e doidinha para come-lo.

Esta vez quem começou a boliná-lo e chupá-lo foi eu, fui beijando e chupando aquele pau enorme, coloquei tudo na boca, depois sentei em cima ficando de frente para o espelho vendo o cacete entrando e saindo todinho de dentro de mim, gozei varias vezes ele , tirou de dentro e me colocou deitada de costas, me mordeu, chupou enfiou a língua no meu rabo e na minha boceta até que gozei em sua boca, quando ele subiu para cima de mim e meteu novamente o cacete bombeando até gozarmos juntos novamente.

Deitamos para descansar um pouco e ele começou a se esfregar na minha bunda e beijar e morder minhas costas e pescoço, botou o braço por cima de mim e me abraçava e acariciava, ficamos conversando e eu fui me ajeitando, colocando o cacete novamente no meu buraquinho, rebolando e forçando a entrada, começamos a nos beijar, nos acariciar, e quando me dei por conta estava tudo dentro do meu cuzinho, após ele me mandou ficar de quatro e terminou de atolar no meu rabo todo aquele caralhão e sem ter dó nem piedade começou a fazer um violento vai e vem, parecendo que estava me rachando ao meio, sentia que tinha um poste no rabo e me senti rasgada, arrombada e gozei, que sensação maravilhosa.

Ele continuou me comendo por muito tempo, entrava e saia de mim de forma alucinante e eu me derretia em gozo e já me sentia desfalecer e quando ele foi gozar tirou o pau do meu cú e gozou na minha cara, boca e seios e eu lambi e engoli tudo o que pude.

Não tinha forças nem para caminhar, estava toda ardida e escorria porra em todas as partes do meu corpo, da minha cara, boca, seios, bunda e da minha boceta alargada e do cú ardido saia um rio de esperma.

Fomos tomar um banho onde ainda teve muita chupação, língua na boceta, na bunda e muito bolinação e ele me comeu novamente, logo após o Renato me levou para casa, já era noite e ainda rolou mais uns amassos e chupei novamente o pau dele no carro e ao chegar em casa meu marido já estava me esperando de pau duro e ansioso para saber o que tinha acontecido.

Sem muita conversa me jogou na cama e atolou o pau na minha boceta, foi uma penetração fácil, pois minha boceta estava encharcada de porra e arrombada pelo cacete do Renato.

Trepamos diversas vezes enquanto lhe contava tudo que o Renato havia feito comigo pois ele adora quando conto em detalhes as situações ou histórias eróticas ou de putaria que acontecem comigo, enquanto estamos fazendo amor.

Cheguei a tentar um encontro onde o Roberto estivesse presente e convidamos o Renato e mais um amigo para ir a nossa casa uma certa noite e fazer uma suruba, mas ao que parece ele não curtiu muito e creio que ficou até meio constrangido ou com medo sei lá e acabou dando uma desculpa e indo embora logo após ter chegado.

Depois disto ainda acabei saindo outras vezes com o Renato e ele acabou virando meu amante ocasional por quase um ano, o problema é que acabamos nos envolvendo emocionalmente e acabei praticamente me apaixonando por ele e isto e acabou criando uma situação bastante complicada no meu casamento, até que resolvi dar um basta e terminei tudo, mas passado tanto tempo, ainda lembro com saudades de tudo e acho maravilhoso relembrar o que ocorreu entre nós.

Enviado ao Te Contos por Claudia

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Marvel - Any either from the Movies, Series or Comic Books (Female Characters Only)[except for Kate Bishop]

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The School For Good & Evil: Leonora Lesso & Clarissa Dovey

Fast & Furious: Cipher, Riley Hicks, Gisele Yashar, Ramsey, Letty Ortiz, Mia Toretto, Hattie Shaw, Tess, Margarita, Monica Fuentes & Elena Neves

Jujutsu Kaisen: Maki Zenin, Yuki Tsukumo, Kaori Itadori, Mei Mei, Shoko Ieiri, Mai Zenin, Manami Suda, Nagi Yoshino, Utahime Iori & Saori

Pokémon - Jessie, Aldith, Cassidy, Bea, Nessa, Nemona, Professor Sada, Rika, Cynthia, Diantha, Carmine, Raifort, Dendra, Eri, Mela, Briar, Miriam, Perrin, Tulip, Klara, Melony, Alexa, Bryony, Carrie, Cherie, Clair, Cogita, Officer Jenny, Jupiter, Lorelei, Lusamine, Malva, Onia, Palina, Professor Burnet, Shelly, Sima, Skyla, Soliera & Wicke

The Little Mermaid: Ariel, Queen Athena, Arista, Attina, Adella, Alana, Andrina & Aquata

Ghostbusters: Jillian Holtzmann

Wednesday/Addams family: Larissa Weems, Morticia Addams & Marilyn Thornhill

Winx Club - Icy, Darcy, Stormy, Bloom, Stella, Daphne, Diaspro, Selina, Venomya, Cyan, Kalshara, Kalima, Nebula, Vertigo, Virus, Banshee, Obscura, Stoney, Sinka, Veronique, Zulema, Roxy, Stella, Musa, Tecna, Flora & Aisha

Monster High: Nora Bloodgood, Clawdeen Wolf, Clawdia Wolf, Scary Stone, Cleo De Nile, Nefera De Nile, Toralei Stripes, Meowlody, Purrsephone, Abbey Bominable, Draculaura, Elissabat, Frankie Stein, Lagoona Blue, Amanita Nightshade, Ari Hauntington, Avea Trotter, Sirena Von Boo, Bonita Femur, Catrine DeMew, Catty Noir, Dayna Treasura Jones, Gigi Grant, Djinni (Whisp) Grant, Gooliope Jellington, Gory Fangtell, Jane Boolittle, Jinafire Long, Skelita Calaveras, Rochelle Goyle, Moanica D'Kay, Operetta, Robecca Steam, Silvi Timberwolf, Spectra Vondergeist, Venus McFlytrap, Wydowna Spider, Astranova, Batsy Claro, Clair, Luna Mothews, Honey Swamp, Kala Mer'ri, Peri and Pearl Serpentine, Posea Reef, Kiyomi Haunterly, River Styxx, Vandala Doubloons, Marisol Coxi, Viperine Gorgon, C.A. Cupid, Casta Fierce, Lorna McNessie, Mouscedes King, Scarah Scream, Iris Clops, Teresa Thornwilliow & Principal Revenant

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Once Upon A Time - Ruby, Emma Swan, Belle, Blind Witch, Regina Mills, Maleficent, Zelena, Anna, Elsa, Blue Fairy, Mulan, Jack (Jacqueline)

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Tinkerbell - Vidia, Spike, Zarina, Chase, Glimmer, Queen Clarion & Nyx

Star Wars - Captain Phasma, Rey Skywalker, Ahsoka Tano, Hera Syndulla, Sabine Wren, The Armorer & Chewbacca(Platonic)

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Criminal Minds - Emily Prentiss & JJ

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Diretora abandona o Balanço Geral após briga e berros com Gottino

Claudia Aied Valadão largou o comando do telejornal no meio e foi embora após se desentender com o apresentador

Um verdadeiro caos se instaurou nos bastidores do Balanço Geral, da Record, na última segunda-feira (4): o apresentador Reinaldo Gottino se desentendeu com a diretora Claudia Aied Valadão por motivos triviais da condução do programa, e a conversa subiu de tom, até chegar ao ponto dos dois ficarem aos berros um com o outro, deixando toda a equipe constrangida.

O clima ficou muito pesado. Gottino estava no estúdio, e Claudia no switcher. Eles repassavam as pautas e orientações, quando o apresentador fez uma reclamação mais ácida. A diretora não gostou e o bate-boca começou. O episódio foi ouvido e presenciado por algumas pessoas, e a coluna conversou com dois funcionários que acompanharam o barraco e relataram as mesmas cenas.

Contrariado com os direcionamentos de sua chefe, Gottino disse que reportaria a situação a Antonio Guerreiro, vice-presidente de Jornalismo da Record. Claudia, que é funcionária de confiança do executivo e atua na emissora há 32 anos, não baixou a guarda e ameaçou tomar a mesma atitude.

Mas o resultado disso foi outro: Claudia ficou enfurecida, largou o programa e foi embora para sua casa. Ela não voltou ao trabalho ontem (5) e nossas fontes dentro da emissora disseram que hoje (6) ela também não foi vista lá na Record. O que soubemos é que a diretora espera por um pedido de desculpas de Gottino, além de um tempo livre na agenda de seu superior para tratar do caso.

A coluna tem diversos amigos no Jornalismo da Record, e todos os ouvidos disseram que Claudia é uma profissional extremamente generosa e educada no dia a dia. E que vê-la em tom de destempero não é algo comum. Gottino é muito querido pela alta cúpula da casa, sobretudo pelos bons índices de audiência do Balanço Geral, que é o único programa linear da grade que costuma incomodar a Globo.

Resumindo: são dois profissionais tidos como essenciais para o Jornalismo, mas que há algumas semanas já não falam a mesma língua. Gottino segue trabalhando normalmente, e Claudia optou por se afastar.

#bacchi #beleza #carol #casa & decoração #leandro-hassum #moda #notícias #riosmais

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What Did I read This Year? A 2023 Retrospective

Ok, so this was a big year for my Tumblr blog, so I thought it would be fun to go over what I read this year! The rules for the retrospective are thus:

Only book reviews count, because I actually read or reread those books this year. First Lines, meme, and quotes do not require that, so they're not counting. Little reading updates and thought posts also don't count. So let's see what I read this year!

January 3: Legends & Lattes by Travis Baldree

January 5: One for All by Lillie Lainoff

January 8: Iron Widow by Xiran Jay Zhao

January 10: Shadowfell, Raven Flight, and The Caller by Juliet Marillier (trilogy, so counts for three!)

January 13: Raybearer and Redemptor by Jordan Ifueko (duology)

January 19: Magic's Pawn, Magic's Promise, and Magic's Price by Mercedes Lackey (trilogy)

January 22: No Dominion by CE Murphy

January 29: Half a Soul by Olivia Atwater

February 5: The Walker Papers by CE Murphy (series of 9 books because I'm counting by the original publishing order, not the rebrand and republish, where it's 10 books)

February 12: Wildwood Dancing and Cybele's Secret by Juliet Marillier (duology)

February 19: Shakespeare Saved my Life: Ten Years in Solitary with the Bard by Laura Bates

February 24: The Cardinal Rule, The Firebird Deception, and The Phoenix Law by CE Murphy (trilogy)

February 27: The Gallagher Girls series by Ally Carter (seven book series)

March 3: Legendborn by Tracy Deonn

March 6: Imzadi Forever by Peter David

March 17: The Bright and Breaking Sea and A Swift and Savage Tide by Chloe Neill (first two books of a series)

March 19: The Harp of Kongs, A Dance with Fate, and Song of Flight by Juliet Marillier (trilogy)

March 24: Bloodmarked by Tracy Deonn

March 26: The Jasmine Throne by Tasha Suri

March 29: Kenobi by John Jackson Miller

March 31: Spice Road by Maiya Ibrahim

April 2: Jessica's Guide to Dating on the Dark Side by Beth Fantaskey

April 5: The Phantom of Pemberley by Regina Jeffers

April 9: The Blood Trials by NE Davenport

April 12: Arrows of the Queen, Arrow's Flight, and Arrow's Fall by Mercedes Lackey (trilogy)

April 19: Dracula by Bram Stoker

April 26: Artemis Fowl by Eoin Colfer

April 30: Master & Apprentice by Claudia Gray

May 3: When He Was Wicked by Julia Quinn

May 7: Scales and Sensibility by Stephanie Burgis

May 14: The Cruel Prince by Holly Black

May 17: Star by Star by Troy Denning

May 21: The Protector of the Small Quartet by Tamora Pierce (four books)

May 28: That Self-Same Metal by Brittany N. Williams

May 31: Artemis Fowl: The Arctic Incident by Eoin Colfer

June 11: Through the Fire by CE Murphy

June 14: The Song of the Lioness Quartet by Tamora Pierce (four books)

June 18: The Circle of Magic Quartet by Tamora Pierce (four books)

June 21: The Circle Opens Quartet by Tamora Pierce (four books)

June 25: Uprooted by Naomi Novik

June 28: The Immortals Quartet by Tamora Pierce (four books)

July 2: Artemis Fowl: The Eternity Code by Eoin Colfer

July 5: Storm Front by Jim Butcher

July 9: The Will of the Empress by Tamora Pierce

July 12: Sir Callie and the Champions of Helston by Esme Symes-Smith

July 16: An Offer From a Gentleman by Julia Quinn

July 19: Battle Magic by Tamora Pierce

July 23: Tempests and Slaughter by Tamora Pierce

July 26: Anne of Green Gables by LM Montgomery

July 30: Melting Stones by Tamora Pierce

August 2: Claws and Contrivances by Stephanie Burgis

August 6: Gladiator Bear by CE Murphy

August 9: Artemis Fowl: The Opal Deception by Eoin Colfer

August 13: Red, White & Royal Blue by Casy McQuiston

August 16: Ten Thousand Stitches by Olivia Atwater

August 20: Long Shadow by Olivia Atwater

August 23: Fool Moon by Jim Butcher

August 27: Grave Peril by Jim Butcher

August 30: Artemis Fowl: The Lost Colony by Eoin Colfer

September 3: The Blonde Identity by Ally Carter

September 6: It's In His Kiss by Julia Quinn

September 10: On the Way to the Wedding by Julia Quinn

September 13: Artemis Fowl: The Time Paradox by Eoin Colfer

September 13: The Artemis Fowl Files by Eoin Colfer

September 20: Dark Water Daughter by HM Long

September 24: X-Wing: Wraith Squadron by Aaron Allston

September 27: X-Wing: Starfighters of Adumar by Aaron Allston

October 1: Summer Knight by Jim Butcher

October 4: Maskerade by Terry Pratchett

October 8: Fourth Wing by Rebecca Yarros

October 11: Artemis Fowl: The Atlantis Complex by Eoin Colfer

October 15: A Shadow in the Ember by Jennifer L. Armentrout

October 18: The Secret Shanghai Series by Chloe Gong (four books, two novellas)

October 25: Heat Wave by Richard Castle

October 29: Raven Heart and Polar Heart by CE Murphy (two books in a series)

November 1: A Light in the Flame by Jennifer L. Armentrout

November 5: The Phoenix King by Aparna Verma

November 8: Icebreaker by Hannah Grace

November 12: Iron Flame by Rebecca Yarros

November 15: The Dragon Prince of Alaska by Elva Birch

November 19: The Dragon Prince's Librarian by Elva Birch

November 22: Bookshops & Bonedust by Travis Baldree

November 26: Wildfire by Hannah Grace

November 29: Artemis Fowl: The Last Guardian by Eoin Colfer

December 3: A Fire in the Flesh by Jennifer L. Armentrout

December 6: The Mask of Mirrors by MA Carrick

December 10: The Dragon Prince's Bride, The Dragon Prince's Secret, the Dragon Prince's Magic, and The Dragon Prince's Betrayal by Elva Birch (four of a series of six books)

December 13: Empire of Sand by Tasha Suri

December 17: Death Masks by Jim Butcher

December 20: Percy Jackson and the Olympians: The Lightning Thief by Rick Riordan

December 24: A Christmas Like No Otter by Zoe Chant

That's about where I got to this year, and it has been a wonderful year in reading. I'm so looking forward to next year! Leave your favorite book from 2023 and your most anticipated 2024 book in the tags, and may you have a Happy New Year!

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