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[zeithforge]

A snippet from Chapter 12 of Shadow’s Embrace – The Mysterious Butler.

They fell onto the bed, limbs tangled. She moved with the precision of someone practiced — fluid, effortless. Her body pressed against his. It was too much, too overwhelming. It made him dizzy. Between breaths and surrender, he whispered, “I never got your name.” She smiled. Her finger traced his cheek, soft, almost reverent. Her lips brushed his ear. Her voice was a silken whisper that slithered into his mind: “Elena.” The name itself felt like a caress. Then — a sharp intake of breath. A pause that stretched. And then the world shattered into a flood of sensations.

A mix of searing pain and impossible pressure bloomed inside him — as if he were being emptied and filled, broken and made whole, all at once. Whispers, ancient and strange, curled around him like smoke — like leaves rustling in a forest that had never known time.

Heat flooded his veins. Then cold. A terrible, soul-deep cold that threatened to freeze him from the inside out. His senses twisted. Reality warped — a maelstrom of ecstasy and terror, confusion and violation.

And then— darkness.

[sasakuranewmoon22]

Sasuka (Snippet)

Here is another snippet of the story I am currently working on following the life of an Orionite soldier. Enjoy!

Standing in front one of the tall, wide windows, Sasuka watched the force field outside vibrate and ripple, the suns setting behind it and the smoke clearing actually made a beautiful scene. But the ruins of the kingdom stole Sasuka's gaze, and he found himself boring into them helplessly. Voices echoed across his mind,

"It's gonna be okay,"

"It won't happen again,"

"But how do you know?"

Those were not Sasuka's thoughts. He blinked, gulping down, and turned away from the window. He knew he needed something else to distract him from his misery.

"Sasuka," a soft female voice echoed across the dark halls. The only light source came from the windows.

Sasuka turned around to see Ming entering, but alongside her were the two Lyrans. Their human-like figures translucent and shining slightly, they glided along beside Ming toward Sasuka.

He found himself unable to speak. All he'd ever heard were stories, stories about what the Lyrans were. Mysterious, and wise creatures, but naive, and more vulnerable to danger than any other civilization. But he'd never seen one in person. Ancient and knowledgeable as they were, Sasuka didn't trust them. Not after everything he'd heard about them from the queen: after the Draconians destroyed nearly the entire Lyran population, they became selfish and cold toward others, traumatized. Not only that, but the Lyrans had destroyed a great amount of Orion during the Lyran-Orion wars. But he questioned himself; if all of those things were true, why had the queen brought them into the kingdom?

Sasuka narrowed his eyes, watching Ming and the Lyrans closely. Where was Queen Isolde?

The Lyrans looked at each other for a short moment, then back at Sasuka, who suddenly had the intuitive nudge that they had been reading his energy.

"Keep your eyes off my aura!" he scowled, taking a few steps back.

"Sasuka," Ming began.

"Why are you here?" the soldier continued to question, but to his own surprise, the Lyrans retained composure. He whipped his head around to frown at Ming, "Why are they here?!"

"Tone… calm down," Ming firmly said, stepping forward. "They were invited, and they are here to help us."

"Orion is strong as is!" Sasuka recited the words Queen Isolde had always declared in times of hardship. "Did you forget about everything they did to us?!" he jabbed a finger at the Lyran queen.

Ming frowned, "You best not go over your head. You should remind yourself that a decision like this is not just made, it is planned." she glared at Sasuka, who was instantly scorched under her heated gaze. "For hundreds of years, we've needed help. That's why we're still fighting this cursed war,"

"Princess," the female Lyran spoke gently, and her eyes fell upon Sasuka. She smiled softly, "Hello, young soldier," and bowed her head, and her long, sleek blonde ponytail swayed lightly. "I apologize if we have frightened you. I am Queen Anais, of the Lyran civilization- well, you seem to have figured that bit out on your own,"

"Greetings of peace, young man," The male Lyran stepped forth, his dense, white mane and fur glimmering like crystals in the light of the setting suns, "I am King Haco, pleasure to meet you," he stared at Sasuka with a commanding, yet warm, look.

Sasuka's eyes widened. Not only was this Lyran so much taller than him, but his voice was deep, serene, calm. Like nothing Sasuka had ever heard before. He was sure he could fall asleep to it. And Queen Anais's presence felt like being in the Healing Chamber times one thousand. Her aura was nothing but benign, her smile endearing, her eyes reflected a mother's comfort. Sasuka found himself wondering what it'd be like to have her as a mother, or a mother at all.

He began to realize that these Lyran folk were nothing of the sort he'd been told all his life- they were far from cold and reserved, they were grounded, tranquil, and friendly. Sasuka couldn't imagine that the queen could mistake the Lyrans for anything else. "I… uh…" his eyes were caught on the queen's. A comfort like nothing he'd felt before, there was no trace of hostility in her warm, concerned gaze.

She blinked at him quizzically, and King Haco rose a brow at him.

Sasuka flushed, "I-I'm sorry," he quickly stared at the floor.

Ming turned her confused face to the king and queen, and Queen Anais spoke, "No apologies needed, child. It is not often that Orionites meet beings from other civilizations,"

Sasuka cleared his throat, ignoring the queen's words, "Why'd you guys meet me here? Is it because I saw you earlier?"

"That is part of it, yes," Ming nodded, but barely. "And Queen Isolde wanted to give you an apology for trying to wipe your memory earlier. She says her reasoning was clouded by panic, is all,"

Sasuka peered past Ming and the Lyrans for a sign of Queen Isolde, but she was absent. He was puzzled, "Couldn't Queen Isolde have just apologized to me herself?" but his words came out more curt than he'd intended.

Ming paused for a second, blinking back disappointment on her face, "Apparently not," she mumbled, "But as you know, the queen is very busy today…"

"I expect we will be meeting with her soon?" Queen Anais asked Ming, who nodded in reply. "Good. Then we shall see about this Draconian mess,"

"Ah, and that reminds me," King Haco turned to Sasuka, who found himself straightening up a little at this, "Sasuka, Queen Isolde, Queen Anais, and I politely request that you do not disclose this encounter with anyone you meet,"

Sasuka's face twisted and fell.

"For condifential reasons, of course, and to protect the emotional wellbeing of the Orionites. Your people have been through enough today, and the knowledge of our presence will only bring more disorder."

Queen Anais smiled at Sasuka, "But if you'd like, you can meet with King Haco and I anytime. Something tells me you'd like to know more about us,"

Thank you for reading!

[autumnbrambleagain]

Do you have any other literary (I think thats the right term in this context?) works publicly viewable? Proselytize is still kicking around my mind and I find the way you write fascinating

Long answer no with a yet, short answer yes with a but!

Most of my actual serious effort-works aren't online because I just honestly don't know what to do with them. My biggest is a story called the story with ruth in it, which, before revisions, was sitting at 337,000 words. I started that back in 2011 and did NOT have a solid plan until the end, so the early sections especially ended up being a super sloppy mess.

I'm still in the process of going through and kind of rewriting it from the base up to be a lot more internally coherent! Some of the writing is 10+ years old in there and not nearly as good as my current stuff, but at its core it's pretty decent! It deals with a lot of what Proselytize would in different scales: what it means to have an outsized amount of power and be able to affect the world with almost no consequences and how fucked up that ends up being. While that was a side-theme in Proselytize it's the main theme there.

I have no idea what on earth to do with it when I'm done with my rewrite because it's going to end up at over 350,000 words and it isn't fandom-related so I don't know if Ao3 is a good place for it (i know you can put original works up there but also they say to not do that so like ? ? ?) but i have no illusions of getting something this weird published so I might just put it online somewhere if we all live that long!

I have a bunch of scattered storysnippets on my furaffinity (obvious obligatory warning about linking to the furry porn website) but the problem with that is they're very much scattered bits and also some of them are a lot more darker than Proselytize or more X-rated and also none of them really ever got finished (i'm very serious about the darker warning my gallery has some of that old school ultraviolence and what-have-you the deeper back in the past you go into it (we've gone through like 5 different character arcs but we keep the same furaffinity so you go back far enough and it's essentially a different person's gallery after certain points))

the problem is, i can like. i can doodle. i am not an artist. and people on furaffinity mostly care about 1: furry porn art, and 2: see 1. so most of the projects i have on there kind of stall out once i start getting diminishing returns of like, 4 people looking at something i spent hours on writing. ive recently just given up on making stuff for FA for a while in frustration.

especially since, like, if i DONT doodle something as a "cover image" for a story upload, it gets like, 80% less views, which translates from like 30 people looking at it to 4 people looking at it.

BUT.

i still stand by Yhelm's Story in there which isn't complete (because, again, writing for an audience of 4 is kind of depressing) but which is a fun bunch of mess about a local crimedog and her sex-shifting songferret partner dealing with the consequences of their life of organized crime. Hits with themes of family abandonment, generational trauma, romances that you know are a bad idea but you do it anyway, racism, trying to not be the bad guy while being the bad guy, and existing in a really fucking weird fantasy world which is normal to everyone but the reader.

her overall gallery is here (linking to the second page of it) but to actually read it chronologically it you would have to go to the back of the gallery and read from the back forward and there's also just a lot of doodles mixed in. a lot of the writing is in the image descriptions. like a lot of the images in her gallery are just basically chapter-cover-images to trick people into clicking and WOOPS. now there's a story you're scrolling through.

it's not really very navigation friendly but that's furaffinity unfortunately!

watch this space (tumblr) for announcements on future writing projects i guess tho!

[richarddevon]

The Fall of Crowncordia

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[urdubooks24]

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[lphoenixspiritl]

Artist: unknown - could not find, even via reverse image search :( There was a knock at the door, "The carriages are ready my Lord." a voice spoke through the closed door.

"Thank you." The Fire Lord himself called back.

"I have to go." she told him quietly.

"I know." he folded her into his arms gritting his teeth against the dull pain that spread through his chest. Was it from the nearly fatal blow he took to save her life or was this what it felt like to have your heart crack in two? He wasn't quite sure.

"You could stay." he whispered against black brown waves.

"He needs me." her words cracked as she spoke them.

She had already broken her promise not to cry.

"I need you." Zuko pulled her tighter as he fruitlessly prayed to Agni to never have to let her go.

Katara pulled back from him and brought a hand to his scarred cheek. Tears streamed down her face as she searched his golden eyes for some way to make this hurt less.

"You belong here." she gave him a faint smile, "You are strong Zuko, you'll be a great Fire Lord, I know it."

"I can be a great Fire Lord with you by my side." he nearly pleaded.

Katara shook her head, "You have your destiny and I have mine." She placed her hands on his chest trying to steady herself. Doing her best to anchor herself against pain of her rending heart, "There's so much more to do, the world, it needs us. We can't. Not right now."

But someday.

Pressing a kiss to her temple Zuko gripped her shoulders and rested his forehead to hers, "Even though we didn't end up together, you'll never change the fact that you changed my life forever."

Zuko watched as her tears continued to fall trying to memorize every detail of her while he still could.

Somewhere, Katara found a spark of bravery among the tears that threatened to drown her. Standing on her tiptoes she fisted the silk of his tunic in her hands pressed her lips to his. She poured everything she felt for him into that kiss and prayed to Yue he understood how much of her heart he held in his hands.

The kiss felt like being struck by lightning all over again. Thrilling, powerful and over almost as soon as he  realized that it had begun. She hugged him close one last time.

"I have to go." she reminded him.

"Come back to me." Zuko pressed one more kiss to her forehead before he unraveled her from his arms and let her go.

He dropped his head in his hands as the door shut behind her. The ache in his chest was replaced with heavy void of nothingness. The dark ruin was all that was left of where the shards of his broken heart had left on the tides with her.

…

The ship pulled into the docks nearly a day too early, much to the captain's chagrin. An eager waterbending master was to blame for their premature arrival. He swore she would have jumped off the bow and swam the rest of the way if she could. The young woman hefted her knapsack onto her shoulder and all but ran toward the gangplank. Somewhere on the dock a hooded figure spotted the blue painted canvas bag and long black brown waves dash onto the dock. He gripped the leather reins willing himself to stand still.  If he drew any attention to himself he risked being discovered. If Suki found out that he had snuck out again, she'd make him eat her fan, both of them.

Katara scanned the crowd and her stomach dropped. The royal guard wasn't here and there was no Kyoshi green and gold among the sea of red either.

No one was here.

Had she sent the messenger hawk too late? In the wash of sunlight the back of her neck prickled making her turn around. Across the dock stood a hooded figure near an ostrich horse. She'd recognize him anywhere, even in that pathetic excuse for a disguise. He had gotten taller, his shoulders had broadened and his inky black hair was almost as long as hers. Their time apart had been good to him. Wasting no time, she strode across the wooden planks of the dock doing her best to not break out into a run.

Dropping the reins he reached out and pulled her close, wrapping her familiar form in his arms.

"You're back." he whispered against her black brown waves.

"I'm back." he could hear the tears in her words.

He drew her impossibly closer, "I missed you." he murmured in her ear.

Katara pulled back and brought a hand to his scarred cheek. Tears streamed down her cheeks as she searched his golden eyes. The scared young Fire Prince was gone, in its place stood a confident Fire Lord. She couldn't be more proud.

"I missed you too." she gave him an elated smile despite the tears streaming down her face.

You have your destiny and I have mine In four years she had changed the world, there wasn't a corner of the globe she hadn't visited. At every stop, she had left things better than she had found it. Her small efforts had multiplied and the nations were better for it. He would forever be in awe of her.

Katara gripped the linen of his cloak trying to anchor herself. A part of her was scared that this wasn't real. That she would once again wake up and find herself in some far flung town, alone. But calloused fingertips brushed her cheeks and warm lips pressed kisses to her temples. The warm sun and balmy air clung to her skin, they were really here. They were finally together.

Come back to me

Zuko looked at the woman in his arms and brushed a lock of hair from her face. Leaning into her, he did the one thing he had waited one thousand four hundred and sixty nights to do. He kissed the woman who held all the pieces of his heart.

It had been four years since she left the Fire Nation. Four years of reminding herself that they were under the same moon, of putting her heart on hold. It took four years for her to return and this time, it was to stay.

[acorntops]

#FantasyIndiesFebruary (@l.v.russell_author @ChesneyInfalt) Sweet gestures in a Saturday snippet for my WIP, An Impossible Dream. Fra uses sewing pins as an excuse to talk to Sare. He often keeps them in his pockets. #bebookseries #animpossibledream #bookseries #booksnippet #bookquote #bookstagram #booksofinstagram #authorsofinstagram #authorgram #readersofinstagram #readingcommunity #upcomingnovel #bookpreview #storysnippet #snippetsaturday #readingofinstagram #readerscommunity #authorcommunity #writersofinstagram #writingcommunity #writingofinstagram #writerscommunity #sweetgestures #sweetromance https://www.instagram.com/p/Co3mKIlLY0B/?igshid=NGJjMDIxMWI=

[dangerouslyexpressive-blog]

The moment Cameron walked into the room the smell that hit him nearly made him stagger. It was the scent of a man; of gun powder, blood, old spice, and a scent that is indescribably unique to that specific person. He recognized it. He'd smelt it three years ago, when hunters had killed his younger sibling.

The man before him was the one who'd shot Tay. His face was a vague memory, but the scent Cameron would never forget.

The sudden anxiety that seeped into his skin caught Cameron off guard. He'd expected rage, vicious visceral reactions of wanting to rip the hunter's throat out. Instead the acute dread and anxiety crawled up into his chest and nested there. He started at the man in shock.

He could just feel Tay's blood running through his fingers.

"Hey, White," the man grinned. Cameron flinched involuntarily. The hunter and his crew had called him that when they realized that as a wolf, Cameron was purely white and extremely valuable. They had gone after him because his dead body could catch a pretty penny on the black market.

He couldn't take his eyes off the grinning hunter, but belatedly he realized he could smell Esther as well, and noticed her in his peripheral. Betrayal hit his heart and spread like a poison, but he was still stuck on the hunter.

"You killed Tay," he muttered, still feeling shocked. He never thought he'd ever see any of them again. He'd thought he could put it behind him, move on.

The hunter snorted, and sickeningly Cameron could smell his amusement. He could also smell Esther's surprise. He had told her that Tay had died in a mugging.

"You mean the bitch with you?" the man asked callously. "What? Was she your girlfriend?" Finally that anger built up like it was supposed to.

"They," he growled. "They were my sibling." Out of the corner of his eye he saw Esther tense, could smell the sudden worry coming out of her pores. It took him a moment to realize that it was not for him, but the hunter. She thought he was going to hurt the hunter, but she didn't care that the hunter was there to kill him.

That hurt like a vicious blow to the chest.

Cameron's anger deflated and tears gathered in his eyes.

"They were human," was all he could mutter weakly.

"So?" The man's laugh was dark and cold. No regret or remorse. "She might as well haven't been, sympathizing with the likes of you."

"They," Cameron said again. He wasn't going to let it go. If the hunter wouldn't feel remorse for killing them, he was sure going to respect their basic right to identity.

The man shot his pistol into the air, clearly tired of the correction, and Cameron cringed a little too obviously for his liking. He wondered if that was the pistol that had killed Tay.

[lethe-draws-things]

I could see it in the spaces between her teeth. When she looked out the window it would flash by, just beyond my reach. Blue skies, city concrete, tacos. I knew of them...well, she knew of them. But in reality "she" was just a part of "we", and if "I" am too then why don't I feel like I know? Complex thoughts like that were the reason she was so tired. Better for me, when she yawns I get to see more.

What’s Inside, by Lethe Vytari

[featherscharm]

Hello everyone! It’s #throwbackthursday time! Today’s post is highlighting a story snippet I thought of...like...at the beginning of the year. It was supposed to be a short story that was written in 20 minutes, but I couldn’t finish in the time, so it ended up being a story snippet! So, have you ever felt like the victim at the beginning of a horror film, and just wanted to get out...yeah, it’s something along those lines. So I dare you, read this snippet, and try to write a story around it! Don’t forget, tag me in your stories so I can read them! Well, that’s it from me today, I’ll see you guys tomorrow! And don’t forget to like, subscribe, follow and share for more updates and new posts on featherscharm.com! The link is in my bio! With love, Feather . . . . . #featherscharm #blogpost #storysnippet #creativewriting #tbt #tbthursday #writing #story #snippet #creative #amysteriousnoise #noise #horror #novel #author #writer #halloween https://www.instagram.com/p/CGFNphZBQP5/?igshid=1ufz6o996j6oz

[jesdenart]

It took her a full day to reach the city. Exhausted and sore she slipped quietly through the streets, taking particular care to avoid any areas where she might see a familiar face or two.

Soon enough she stood before the small house, fumbling in a pocket and hoping she still had her key that she’d been given a mere day or two before. A sense of relief settles over the woman as her fingers curl around cold metal, withdrawing it and getting the door open a second later. She wastes no time in getting inside, pausing to listen. Empty. He wasn't home. She was torn between being sad and grateful - both desiring and fearing his presence. How would he react to this all? Not well - that much she was certain of.

Closing the door behind her she goes to clean up - stripping stained and torn clothing and scrubbing herself until her skin burns. She doesn't dare look into a mirror - not even wanting to be met with the sight of those sickening bruises which mar her skin. Finally she slips on one of those oversized shirts of his she'd come to favor so much, padding on bare feet into the main room and rummaging through the nearby liquor cabinet. She chooses at random, uncorking it as she crosses to the other side of the room and stares into the unlit fireplace. Warmth. Maybe that would finally rid the terrible chill from her bones that even the hot water had not been able to cleanse.

Ten minutes later she'd be found sitting on the floor rug and cradling her aching head in her hands, the alcohol stinging her busted lip. Her tired mind drifts, finally considering herself safe enough to rest as she listens to the comforting sound of the crackling fireplace at her side. For now - it was over.

[acorntops]

#FantasyIndiesFebruary (@l.v.russell_author @chesneyinfalt)- Well, when someone asks for some "whump" from my book, I'm tempted to just give them the whole manuscript. Given it's February, I figured I'd go for some emotional and romantic whump from An Impossible Dream. #WriterFriendsChallenge- This or That? Plotter or Pantser? I am 100% a pantser. My method is to write what comes, put it in the manuscript where I think it might fall, then quilt the individual scenes together! #SpilltheSweetTea (@myth.hikari) - OC's and their favorite treats... * Elsbie- raspberry candies * Maybell- blueberry muffins * Sare - Cinnamon honey candies & cinnamon honey muffins #bebookseries #animpossibledream #whumpquotes #bookseries #booksnippet #bookquote #bookstagram #booksofinstagram #authorsofinstagram #authorgram #readersofinstagram #readingcommunity #upcomingnovel #bookpreview #storysnippet #snippetsaturday #readingofinstagram #readerscommunity #authorcommunity #writersofinstagram #writingcommunity #writingofinstagram #writerscommunity #muffinquote #candyquote https://www.instagram.com/p/Cod1FAqr27x/?igshid=NGJjMDIxMWI=

[dangerouslyexpressive-blog]

Cameron knew the risk he had been taking when he transformed in front of Esther, meaning to protect her from the three men in front of him. Though he knew the risk, there was actually little thought to the whole thing as he leapt in front of her mid-shift, lavender eyes glowing brightly as he growled at the danger.

They meant to kill Esther, he knew. He could smell it, although he did not know why they meant her harm.

What he did know, was although this was a dangerous move, he loved her and it was somehow second nature to protect her.

He could hear the beat of her heart as it thumped hard and fast, and he could smell her surprise, and her fear.

The men just sneered at him, aiming their pistols like it meant something. He hit one of the men back with his hip, skidding to a stop as the man fell back onto the pavement. With his large paws he knocked the one beside him, aiming his gun with a slight tremor, into the brick behind them with his large paws, effectively knocking him out.

He rounded on the third just as he was about to take a shot at Esther. He jumped on top of him, sending the gun skittering away. He took the guy's shirt gently in his jaws and threw him against the brick next to his companion.

When they were all unconscious, though not dead, he shifted back, looking at her with wide eyes.

It was then that the events truly caught up with him, fully realizing the implications of what he'd done. And though he didn't regret it for a second, she knew now, there was no turning back.

He walked up to her, uncaring of his nakedness - the alley was dark and abandoned, no one else would see him - and felt like he'd been punched when she took a step back. He heard her heart stutter in her chest.

"Esther," he murmured tears gathering in his eyes. He didn't make any more attempts to get closer. The ball was in her court now. Whatever she chose to do, Cameron was unsure he would fight back.

Indeed, she pulled a large hunting knife out of a sheath Cameron hadn't noticed was there, though she made no movements of advancement.

The knife was intricately crafted, and the handle was almost the color of dried blood. Nausea swept through him at the sickly determined look on her face.

She took a step forward, and he took a stumbled step back.

"Cameron," she said, and her voice was sad and confused, and a whole litany of emotions that made his chest ache.

"I'm sorry," and the words were moaned from his throat like a final cry. He didn't honestly know what he was apologizing for. Was he sorry that they met? That he lied to her? Or that her eyes were looking at him like he was a monster.

And for a moment betrayal flicked across her face, quick but strong. Unexpected anger suddenly flared up in Cameron. Esther felt betrayed? She who had murdered their friend in cold blood? She who held a knife on him now? The man she was supposed to love?

Cameron felt very certain that he was the one who should have felt betrayed.

"You lied to me," her voice was hard, but her eyes gave away her hurt in the water that gathered in them.

"You would have killed me." he said simply, looking away to avoid the pools in her eyes. Despite himself, he couldn't stand that he had put them there. Esther gave no reply. She put her knife back in it's sheath and bent down to pick up one of the forgotten pistols. Cameron's breath hitched and he took another step back, heart thumping hard in his chest.

She really was going to kill him.

She looked physically pained to see him frightened by her, and another spark of frustrated anger rushed his veins.

"You should run," she said with little emotion in her voice, purposefully blocking herself off from him. Cameron wasn't sure if he should be relieved. He shifted, knowing he would be much faster.

"Yes," she murmured to herself. "It will be much easier this way."

Cameron ran.

[thestoryweaver]

"...And so they lived happily ever after." "Didn't they ever fight?" "Sure; but happiness is so much bigger than smiles, that didn't stop them." #storysnippets #lovetruelove #kindnessmatters #storytelling #relationshipgoals #liveagreatstory https://www.instagram.com/p/BnR9iH_HaC-/?utm_source=ig_tumblr_share&igshid=v8o1u0bn8ncf

[bornangelauthor]

A black and white render of the picture I had stuck in my brain after my blog post last night. That is my MC Kalista in the club at the opening of the #StorySnippet that I posted. The link is in my Instagram bio. #dazstudioiray #dazstudio #Daz #3DArt #DeviantArtist #KalistaIliana

[acorntops]

#FantasyIndiesFebruary- @LydiaVRussell @ChesneyInfalt A beta-reader has said "There's no one as tragic as Clary." A roughly, recently written snippet of her heart breaking a little more in Where the Heart Is! #bebookseries #wheretheheartis #heartbreakquotes #bookseries #booksnippet #bookquote #bookstagram #booksofinstagram #authorsofinstagram #authorgram #readersofinstagram #readingcommunity #upcomingnovel #bookpreview #storysnippet #snippetsaturday #readingofinstagram #readerscommunity #authorcommunity #writersofinstagram #writingcommunity #writingofinstagram #writerscommunity #tragicromance #tragedynovel https://www.instagram.com/p/CoVEou7vds6/?igshid=NGJjMDIxMWI=