#fantasy writeblr

[so-many-ocs]

do i even have to write a plot. is it not enough to give a pretty woman a sword and call it a day

[writeblrfantasy]

Reintro!

I've been on writeblr four years, I figured it's time for a reintro! a lot of the folks who were here when I first came to this wonderful community aren't here anymore, and it's time to meet some new lovely people!

I'm Lila, she/her, and I am a queer fantasy romance author! I'm an indie author with two books currently out and another in preorder! they are:

All of those are available here! This is my author website, and my author instagram!

I have a general taglist that i use semi-often, so please let me know if you'd like to be added to that! you can find more details about my finished/unfinished works here!

I'm also a frequent fanfic writer, so dm me if you want my ao3 or my fandom blog!

I am always looking for new writeblrs to follow and wips to track! please especially reblog if you're a writer who fits any of these:

is an indie author (ALWAYS looking to support more indie authors)

writes mostly fantasy

writes queer romance

is active and posts about their wips often

but of course, all writers are welcome, even if you dont fit those points! boosts are encouraged!

GENERAL TAGLIST: @worldbuildng @muddshadow @nikkywrites @47crayons @directionoftime @chayscribbles @magic-is-something-we-create @rodentwrites

[thepenultimateword]

Prompt #241

“Welcome, what can I get for you to—”

Customer interrupted the barista with a gently raised hand. “I heard you make…other things here?”

Barista cocked their head, confusion painted across their entire face. “Other things?”

“N-not coffee. Like…” they lowered their voice into a whisper. “…stronger? In the…heart area?” They burned as they said it. Did they get the wrong place? Or was there more than one barista? They were an idiot. They shouldn’t have—“

“Oooh, you want a Lavender Bliss.”

“What? No? Maybe? I…I..”

The Barista slid a new menu into their hand, palm-sized completely different from the one posted on the wall. “Why don’t you give that a quick look?”

They winked.

Customer heart beat almost painfully against their ribs; for several second they barely understood the items they skimmed. Eventually their eyes fixed on a picture of cloudy purple drink that took up most of the top right corner of the page. Among the couple lines of description the words “love”, “permanent”, and “instantaneous” stood out most.

Oh. So they did need a Lavender Bliss.

[serpentarii]

looking for fantasy writeblrs ! 

heyyyy, so my dash has been kinda dead lately and most of the taglists i’m on have gone inactive, so if any of the following applies to your wips, please reblog/reply ! boosts and recs are also welcome ❤️‍🔥

dark fantasy and/or adult fantasy 

no romance arcs (or romance is not the primary focus of the novel or the main relationship) 

myth, fairy tale, and folklore retellings 

in-depth and unique worldbuilding 

second-world low fantasy 

standalones !! 

[marrowwife]

A WRITEBLR RE-INTRO

Welcome to my cozy little corner of writeblr!

You can call me Marrow or Ollie, I'm 23, I use all pronouns (mostly they/them), and I'm a middle child from a small town upbringing

I'm a queer fantasy writer who writes queer fantasy stories :)

Currently (and always) obsessed with the Crane Wives, The Goblin Market by Christina Rossetti and collecting strange knickknacks from secondhand stores

HOUSEKEEPING

This is not my main, if I send any asks I'll tag this blog so that people know who I am

Ask and tag game friendly! May take a while to respond but rest assured I am working on it and I always appreciate it!

Currently working on getting intros out for all of my wips, most of them are reworkings of my old wips :)

wips and taglists under the cut

WORKS IN PROGRESS

- PRIMARY WIPS

WIP: LOTUS EATERS na urban fantasy, dark academia witches, queer

The lives of three complicated women become intertwined when they all join a magical secret society at their university

@houndmouthed @moonscribbler @lockejhaven @aeipathys @cryptid-s-wips @seven-little-constellations @asralieswritingcorner @these-starrynights @dreamwolves @oblolongue @andromedatalksaboutstuff @thelittlestspider @serenanymph @athenswrites

WIP: RAVENOUS na fantasy, exploration of the chosen one trope, queer

What makes someone a saviour? The origin of their power or the way they use it?

@houndmouthed @tragicbackstoryenjoyer @philocalizt @waestlandbaby @andromedatalksaboutstuff @writingmoth @serenanymph @moondust-bard @ashfordlabs @carnocus @real-fragments7

WIP: UNRESTFUL small town fantasy, gothic academia, queer

Gothic boarding school fantasy where the ocean is evil and trying to eat you probably

@dreamwolves @inkingfireplace @kaiusvnoir @saltwaterbells @touchingmadness @andromedatalksaboutstuff @thelittlestspider @writingmoth @serenanymph @silhouettecrow @stesierra @ashfordlabs

- SECONDARY WIPS

WIP: THE GABRIEL RATCHET ya faerie fantasy, folkloric inspiration, queer

Faerie story where everyone has an agenda and there's also a quest

@tieflingtea @philocalizt @cactusmotif @houndmouthed @cream-and-tea @dreamwolves @inkingfireplace @touchingmadness @whimsy-of-the-stars @silhouettecrow @andromedatalksaboutstuff @writingmoth @serenanymph

WIP: SWORD & SERPENT na cozy(ish) fantasy, found family, queer

A knight, a mage, and a wayward heir take way longer to get back home than they should have because of the god damn plot

@tieflingtea

[hangfiretales]

💙 ARCs for Rare Birds are available! 💙

Before the book's print and eBook release in July, I'm giving away some advance copies. Check my pinned post for full info about the book, including the blurb and presale links.

How does it work?

Comment on this post with a blue heart and at the end of the month (April 2024) ten readers will be chosen at random. I'll DM you with the link for Booksirens where you'll be able to safely download your eBook ARC (advance reader copy) and can later leave a review if you want to.

Is the review required?

Nope! For a start, many book review sites discourage paid reviews. But mostly I don't think reviews should be a chore or obligation. If you're in the mood to tell the world how you felt about the book, please do so! Your absolute honesty is highly valued. But otherwise this is just a free copy.

Is an ARC the real actual book?

Yes - it's the final version of Rare Birds. But just in case there's any last-minute typos to tweak, publishers usually reserve the right to make changes in the final *final* copy.

I can't wait to see what you think of it 💙

[vanessaroades-author]

back in Kindle Unlimited...and I want to read your books

If any of you have published in KU feel free to reply/reblog with your stories!!

(Until May, at least)

What I like to read:

Fantasy exclusively, just imagine all the next bullets have "fantasy" on them

Short novels/novellas/short stories

Gaslamp/steampunk/not-just-medieval timeframe

Either super funny/cozy

...OR super dark horror gorefests

Whump tbh

Queer characters!!!

Especially asexual characters, bonus if there's a romantic element

(I just like the queer element to be discussed and pretty important, even if it's not a coming out story)

Polyam/reverse harem

Retellings of myths and fairy tales

Elves that remind you more of The Dragon Prince and Dragon Age than ACOTAR (all my love to ACOTAR)

Magical creatures that aren't often the leading folks in books (centaurs? Satyrs? Succubi? I could go on)

Hyperspecific: beautiful posh boys who are vile wretched little creatures

If any of this sounds like you please help me stock my Kindle 🙏 I must consume new indie stories

PS. If I like it I can guarantee you that I'll write a review

And if I don't like it I can guarantee you that I'll flip through all the pages regardless so you get your coin

[alistonjdrake]

Do You Want To Read About Fictional Queer Historical Figures? A 20-Year Long Feud? Medieval Sex & Religious Drama? I'm Officially Opening A Woman of No Importance for feedback

If all those things sound like fun to you then you might want to take a peek at A Woman of No Importance! My "historical" spec fic written through the tired eyes of Cierra Dimmock, the findings of various historians, court documents, primary sources, wills, and letters.

Split into chunks of 25k words, there is no time limit here to read the draft or to even give me your feedback. This is purely for curious/interested parties who have been watching from afar as I write this story to finally be able to interact with it and the path I'm taking with it. You can find a summary below and shoot me a message if you'd like to read or join the hastily made discord for the wip and follow the link there.

The Early Ages were a fragile time for a country, and the long-gone kingdom of Vilsland had a fate no different from all the others. In trying to uncover the mystery of a lost country, one historian becomes captivated by the fates of two elusive figures. A Half-Year Queen and Ill-fated regent Princess Matilde and the solitary Duchess Cierra Dimmock, whose rivalry and hatred for one another is the only thing that still thrives centuries after their story is over. But one day, twenty years after the beginning of their feud, Princess Matilde relies on the pity and hospitality of her old enemy and spends the night in her house. What happens that night will change them both forever.

[distortedsense]

Art for my fantasy novel The Day My Dream Died

[daughter-of-inklings]

Since we got there in the book and she's finally made an appearance in the chapter, I went and redrew my favorite murder deer:

Fable ₊˚⊹♡

A doe, with such unnaturally white fur that it seemed to be glowing against the darkness of the trees, which threatened to swallow it whole if it stopped moving. It thrashed like a demon, as if it had a fire in its veins, its kicks grazing past the boys around it almost.. purposely. As if it meant to just scare them, not hit. If it connected, Rosely suspected it’d break bone. It appeared to be stuck, one of its hooves caught on a piece of the loose wiring. It froze for a moment, its ears perking up in Rosely's direction. The breath went from her lungs as it turned its head towards them, as if it’d felt Rosely staring. Its eyes had no pupils, only a greyed out milk color that consumed the entire of its visible eyeball.  Blind magick deer. That was new.

[dreaminggoblin-yells]

OC Kiss Flörke x Yrden

“Did they hurt you?” he demanded. I wanted to say yes. In that moment, I wanted to tell him everything that had happened to me, everything between Faern and me, everything I had been made to do that made my sword feel heavy in my hand even when I just sparred. Instead, I walked to the chest at the foot of my bed, and lifted the glass hawk out of it. Yrden narrowed his eyes. “What is that?” “Something I was given,” I said. “By someone I thought understood me. I thought I could trust him.” I had buried it all deep inside for a long time, under layers and layers of ice. I held the bird up to catch the sliver of moonlight that found its way through the shutters of my window. “What did he do to you?” Yrden's voice grew quiet. “He hurt you, didn't he?” “He tried to kill me,” I whispered. “First, he tried to chain me so that I would continue fighting. Then, when I fled, he found me, and tried to kill me.” My hand closed around the bird. Its talons cut into my palm. I flung it into a corner, and it shattered. Yrden closed the distance and pulled me into a hug. “You won't have to fight anymore,” he whispered. “I won't ever make you fight, I promise.” “I want to believe you. I want to.” I buried my face in his shirt. I didn't want him to see me cry. “Then do.” He lifted my chin until I met his eyes. Gently, he kissed my forehead. “Believe me. I won't make you shed blood ever again. I swear it. On my name, my blood, my kingdom.” I closed my eyes, and forced my trembling shoulders to still. “I believe you.”

Flörke and Yrden are characters from a writing project that's currently on ice but not forgotten! And I remembered writing this scene for one version of that project, so I dredged it up from the depths of my documents folder for this year's OC Kiss Week. It's my first year participating! Hi everyone! I swear I also write stories with non-traumatised characters sometimes. Flörke is just... a victim of the plot. Oops.

There might be more scenes coming, I have a few ideas, but life is life, so I can't promise I'll get round to all of them

[memento-morri-writes]

Fantasy doesn't just mean magic and monsters and castles or quests and far-away lands. Fantasy means "this is my fantasy, and if I can't live it, I'm going to let my characters live it for me."

[writeblrfantasy]

hey there!

do you want to support a queer indie author?

do you want to read a fantasy book about a melodramatic cursed king searching for a husband? with magic, alchemy, love triangles, oh my?

I have the book for you!

THE RED KING'S MYSTICAL SUITORS is out October 24th, and you can preorder it here!

The Red King is known around the world for being a wise diplomat—and for being tragically single.

King Randall III has everything one could want: power, charm, beauty, and enough diplomatic wit to earn him the nickname 'Emperor of the Continent.' The one thing he's lacking is a husband.

When Randall's sister invites men far and wide to woo him, only three make the cut: a noble sorcerer, a royal alchemist, and a mysterious easterner who reveals nothing of himself other than a name. A fourth lingers in the shadows, dreaming of the chance he's been too afraid to take for four years.

Each of them is hiding a secret, including King Randall himself, who falls victim to a beastly curse when night falls. As pasts are revealed, relationships formed, one thing becomes clear: no one will leave the Red King's court the same they entered.

Once again, you can preorder it here!

RED KING TAGLIST:

@transmasc-wizard @synthesizer-dyke @magic-is-something-we-create @tc-doherty @softbroiled-doomdesire @somealienquill @sagasofazeria @super-writer-gal @ren-c-leyn @crazy-like-us @ashen-crest @shrunkupthejams @themundanemudperson @sarahlizziewrites @faithfire @hungryslothwrites @thegrandeurofstories @poetinprose @kingkendrick7 @roman-roy-apologist @thegreatobsesso

GENERAL TAGLIST: @worldbuildng @muddshadow @nikkywrites @47crayons @directionoftime @myhusbandsasemni @chayscribbles @magic-is-something-we-create

[thepenultimateword]

Sweet as Sugar, Sharp as Fangs Part 2

Thank you @creweemmaeec11 for helping come up with the title!

Part One

The ada who opened the door wore nothing but a barely knee-length bathrobe and a pink boa. Luckily, he had enough thick gray fur, meticulously brushed and fluffed, that Maeve didn't feel quite so much like she was staring at a bare chest. His ears were like a jackal's, very long and pointed, only varying in their curled tips, but that was where the canine features ended: flat face, coonish paws, and no tail that she could see. And she was staring. Stupid. She couldn't just stare people up and down like pieces of...

Her gaze froze halfway toward the ground.

Cradled in the plush crook of one arm, so bundled he camouflaged in the fur and fabric, was her baby.

"Dio!" the ada said brightly, eyes fixing on the Dionyus.

"Finch!" Maeve cried simultaneously.

The ada's attention shifted onto her, flashing a smile full of short sharp teeth. "Oh, are you mum?" He adjusted Finch's weight in both hands to hold him out to her.

Maeve made no hesitation to pull him into her own arms, giving him a quick once-over.

The ada leaned forward, the scent of cinnamon wafting off his robe.

"He had an itty bitty little raw spot on his nose," he said, pointing a clawed finger, "but I spread lemon balm on it and since then he's been sleeping like a dream. You're different than I was expecting. Dio did say human, but he described you smaller and more deadish, but looking at you right now, you're quite lively. I can see it in the eyes, baby's got your eyes, lucky eh? I read that eyes are a person's most important feature because they're so central. They often carry the weight of a first impression. Speaking of, maybe you'd like some lemon balm with you for your own raw spots? I have lots and lots so if you'd like a jar, feel free to take one."

"Flor," said Dionyus, promptly stopping the other ada from finding another topic. "This is Maeve. Maeve this is Flor."

"Yes! Do come in!"

"We just came to pick up--" Dionyus started, but Flor was already starting back into the sitting room.

"So what is a human doing all the way out here at the wall? Sorry, silly question, it's obvious why. What's baby's name?"

Maeve glanced at Dionyus, ignoring his shaking head as she stepped after him. "Finch."

"How adorable. It really suits. Tea? I just heated some water."

Maeve blinked. A week ago she was isolated and fleeing for her life, yesterday she was trying to live just long enough to deliver Finch to safety, and now, an ada in a bathrobe--the third ada she'd ever properly met--was offering her tea. It was such a strange turn of events she could barely get out more than, "Er...I..well...I suppose?"

"Excellent! Dio?"

"As long as it's not any of your homemade blends."

Maeve startled to find the dark ada over her shoulder. So he'd followed her after all.

Flor let out a gentle huff as he bent for the teapot. Turned out he did have a tail, bobbed and only just peeking from his robe. "You know, Saren likes my blends. He uses them to stay alert on tower duty. You'd get used to them if you drank them enough. But alright, I won't force you. What sounds better ginger lemongrass or hibiscus blossom? " His tail flicked as he talked, lifting the hem of his robe.

"Flor, shouldn't you put something on?"

"Hm?" Flor glanced back at Dionyus with oblivious gray eyes. "No, I'm fine."

"I didn't mean for you."

"Ohhh." Flor smirked. He grabbed both tea boxes, hooking a couple teacups on his fingertips along the way, and balanced everything stressfully, but surprisingly well to the sitting table, plopping to the couch with a pof! of overstuffed cushions. He looked at Maeve as if imparting a secret. A particularly silly one. "Dio is shy. He never undressed in front of anyone the entire time we were in academy. He always arrived extra early. If we had a surprise drill, he waited until the armory was empty no matter the punishment for lateness."

"I'm not shy." Dionyus's feathers raised a fraction poking out like quills. "I'm simply not shameless like you."

Flor laughed, but ultimately ignored the hint, measuring out the herbs into a strainer over the first cup.

Maeve watched his nimble movements with lip-parted awe. She'd never seen an ada so comfortable in his own skin. Magnum had always seemed half-ready to climb out of his.

And she was staring again.

She shook herself. "Um...he--" Maeve nodded in Dionyus's direction, unable to bring herself to say his name like someone familiar and not a stranger only a few sentences deep into acquaintanceship. "--said you know a lot about children. Do you have your own?"

"Aw, Dio!"

"I never said a lot. I said more."

"Coming from you, that's still a compliment." Then to Maeve. "Short answer, no. But I am a chirr."

"A...chir?"

"Yeah, it's the type of ada I am."

"There are types?"

"Of course," Dionyus said. "We may look jumbled to you, but it's not like we turn out by chance."

"And how am I supposed to know that?" Maeve snapped. "By absorbing knowledge through mere presence?"

Dionyus glared but Flor continued cheerily as if the exchange hadn't happened.

"Dio is a shadowghast; if I may be so bold, Finch looks wolfbane. There many many types of adas, and despite what Dio said, we can get rather jumbled if types intercross, but most tend to stick to their own. You see, we all do things a little differently, so it's ideal to find a partner who shares those practices."

"Humans do that too," Maeve said. She stroked her fingertip down Finch's snout--smiling at his tiny yawn--perfectly aware of how she had not. She'd probably gone as far from familiar as she could go. The village called her a witch. Others a demoness. Her family favored the side of "broken-minded."

"For instance," Flor launched, passing a finished, floral-scented cup toward Maeve. "For chirr's, babies are a boy thing. We raise the kids and the mums do that hunting thing. Better because they've got us surpassed in size and teeth. Anyway, I grew up with lots of siblings so I've got lots and lots of experience. No mate yet, fingers crossed, but if you wouldn't mind putting in a good word for me around town that I'm very baby prepared?"

"She's not staying."

Maeve and Flor turned toward Dionyus together.

"She's not?"

"I'm not?"

Dionyus's feathered were straight up now, tufted ears flared and flattened. His long tufted tail lashed the floor. "Of course not! This is the Wall, specifically designed to keep humans out. She's lucky I even brought her this far, imagine the chaos if the inner city found out."

Panic crawled up Maeves throat, but she swallowed it hard before it could turn audible. Instead it writhed like snakes in her stomach. She'd done everything, risked everything, to get here. The trip had only proven what she already knew, there was no place for ada on her side of the wall. Not as equals anyway. And she didn't know if she could do isolation again after Magnum... Looking over her shoulder all the time, spooking at every sound, raising Finch afraid and hidden.

"Then what am I supposed to do?" she said.

"Leave."

"She can't do that!" Flor said for her. "She has a baby!"

"Finch can easily be set up in a wolfbane family. They're all about taking in strays. He'll be healthy and happy and--"

"I'm not leaving him." Maeve growled it, eliciting a small, sleeping cry from Finch as she held him tighter. "I didn't intend to live this long, but if I've made it this far, I'm seeing it through. I'm not just abandoning my son to a bunch of random creat-- adas. I'm especially not entrusting him to big, black feather duster who only helps as far as it's comfortable."

Dionyus shot upright, sloshing tea over the rim of Maeve's teacup as he hit the table. "You and your mutant child are none of my business. I did a good deed bringing you here, a far better deed than almost anyone else here would have offered you. Now, an ugly, bald-faced human isn't going to go unnoticed for long, so you're going to make a decision: leave the child as you intended or go together."

"Neither. You're just going to have to live with seeing my ugly bald face around town. I'm staying, and you can't make me go."

Dionyus scoffed. "How quaint. You think I'm what's denying you access? I'm a soldier. This is a council-level inquiry, and you'll never reach the building let alone get an audience."

Maeve glanced at Flor for clarification. The ada's long ears had gone sideways and he scrunched a little in his seat.

"The council are judges," he said quietly. "The big law deciders of the wall. Anything big questions are brought to them. They're located in the seat. That's in the center of the beyond, in the inner cities. Humans...technically aren't allowed."

"And I'm not vouching for you," Dionyus said.

Maeve stood abruptly, glaring firmly into the dark ada's narrowed eyes. "Then I'll talk to the council myself."

Master Taglist:

@moss-tombstone @crazytwentythrees-deactivated @just-1-lonely-person @the-vagabond-nun @willow-trees-are-beautiful @cocoasprite @insanedreamer7905 @valiantlytransparentwhispers @whovian378 @watercolorfreckles @thebluepolarbear @yulanlavender @kitsunesakii i @deflated-bouncingball l @lem-hhn @office-plant-in-a-trenchcoat @ghostfacepepper @pigeonwhumps @demonictumble @inkbirdie @vuvulia a @bouncyartist @lunatic-moss-studio @breilobrealdi @freefallingup13 @i-am-a-story-goblin @ryunniez @rainy-knights-of-villany @distractedlydistracted @saspas-corner @echoednonny @perilous-dreamer @blood-enthusiast @randomfixation @alexkolax x @pksnowie @blessupblessup @wolfeyedwitch @thedeepvoidinmyheart @cornflower-cowboy @bestblob @a-chaotic-gremlin @espresso-depresso-system @prompt-fills-and-writing-spills @paleassprince @takingawildbreath @yindo @psychiclibrariesquotetoad @harpycartoons @pickleking8 @urmyhopeeee @goldenflame2516

Halfway through writing, I realized that this is literally Flor:

[lividdreamz]

INSANE ASYLUMS, CANNIBAL PROPHETS, ELDRITCH CULTS, & SELF-PROCLAIMED GODS GALORE

A WIP INTRODUCTION — OF ILL REPUTE

GENRE; Dark Fantasy, Occult Horror, Romance (?)

TARGET AUDIENCE; Adult

STATUS; Outlining and Drafting

TARGET WORD COUNT; 40K — 60K

CONTENT WARNINGS; gore, violence, torture, cannibalism, abuse and exploitation of mental patients, sexual content

SUMMARY; When a new patient who calls himself Yoska Menik and boldly declares he is a god arrives at The Maker’s Sanctuary—an insane asylum with a reputation built on less than holy monks, shrieking lunatics, and inhumane practices—he is quickly dismissed as a madman. While everyone believes Yoska Menik’s another deluded lunatic, Valentin, a fellow inmate harbouring a dangerous secret of his own, finds himself inexplicably captivated by him…even as increasingly strange occurrences begin to unfold around the asylum. As his relationship with Yoska Menik deepens, blurring the line between madness and sanity, Valentin must learn to navigate the treacherous path between his forbidden desires and the dangers they present.

THEMES/TROPES; Faith, Belief, (Abuse Of) Power, Revenge, Rebellion, Religion, Identity, Tradition, I-Don’t-Like-You-Very-Much To I-Will-Serve-You-All-My-Days, Found Family (Kind Of…)

CHARACTERS;

Valentin — Alleged cannibal. Prophet. Performer of strange blood rituals at midnight. He’s also an opium addict, but we don’t talk about that.

Esa St. Edvin — A god (self-proclaimed) with dubious eldritch powers (unconfirmed). If you call him Yoska Menik, it’ll make his day.

Martja'ysa Bruheimer Isko-Sanni — A formerly wealthy divorcée who may or may not be able to commune with spirits. Moody, melancholic, prefers solitude.

Johannes St. Lendzell / Ly — Purported victim of demonic possession. Cried and clawed at walls often. Friend of Valentin. Dead.

Pia St. Ørjan — A woman who believes she’s made of glass. Approach with caution.

Jin ij Phanom Sieng — Valentin’s younger brother. Merchant. Rebel fugitive and woefully bitter about it.

Father Paavali — The Maker’s Sanctuary Monk #1. Cruel, contemptuous, and violent.

Father Mika — The Maker’s Sanctuary Monk #2. His kindness, compassion, and love for his wardens often mask his perverted urges.

STARRING A CAST OF;

Creepy monks

Creepier cults

Strange supernatural happenings disguised as miracles

Ritualistic cannibalism

Blood magic

Wacky religious prophecies

Cruel and unusual punishments

Opium addicts

Failed rebellions

Surreal sex dreams

A gothic insane asylum

One (1) ghost

TAGLIST; Ask To Be +/-

MAIN TAG; Forthcoming!

OF ILL REPUTE is a WIP I began working on in 2018 and promptly dropped (for many reasons). However, as you can clearly see, I’m picking it back up again! If you’d like to know more about it and it’s world, here are two posts where I go into more detail about its setting. More posts about its worldbuilding (and characters) to come!

[dreaminggoblin]

New Project Announcement

And the Winner is.... How (not) to talk to The Dead

With the Badly Summarised WIP Poll having come to an end, you guys have chosen my next big project for this blog, badly summarised as ‘If the death gods don't want me breaking their rules they should've said so��

Here’s the idea you voted for:

Assistant Necromancer Helen Laird struggles with her job and her love life. She can’t raise the dead to save her life, and her profession scares off just about all dates. When the head Necromancer Soren Nundus fires her, all seems lost. But then her neighbours, the mediums Luna and Marcus Arthan, ask her if she’d like to join them for a séance, and Helen discovers a new side of herself: She may not be able to raise the dead, but she sure can enter the Realm of Death to pay them a visit. For a while, having joined the mediums’ business, things are looking up. But the gods of death take note of their frequent and decidedly not dead visitor and all the rules she keeps breaking.

This project is in its early planning stage. This means I have no complete outline yet, but I have an idea to work with and a few notes about some characters and the setting.

Writing a book takes time, of course. That was true for Wolventraum, and it will be true for this, especially since I don’t have a good title for it yet. When that day comes, this post and corresponding tags will be edited accordingly.

While You Wait:

Check out my novel Wolventraum, available entirely for free on this very blog. You can start with Chapter 1 here, and there is Bonus Content available as well.

Updates on this project will be posted on my side blog, @dreaminggoblin-yells, so be sure to check that out as well!

February Update: the project now has a name! How (not) to talk to The Dead. An outline is in progress. I have an ending, but the middle part is still lacking.