Catching Up on New Urban Fantasy Releases
We’ve had a couple of urban fantasies drop in the last couple weeks of 2023, and it’s about time we highlight them!
An Angel Loses Her Wings
Eager for an novel biblical in its scope? Look no further than Wingless by David M. James!
When Joan awakens from a nightmare to find a Fallen Angel in her room, she finds out that the nightmare has just begun…
One of her own, a Wingless, Heavenly Angels…
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Crucible of Shadows - chapter one (excerpt)
Greasy sweat coated Fedor’s back and neck as he stared half-focused at the Rusty Sail’s back room wall. Peeling gloss revealed bare pine beneath, the wood’s knots and whorls shifting and expanding in time with his heartbeat.
His eyelids drooped again and the top of his head pressed against the wall behind him as a wave of pleasure washed up from the base of his spine, triggering sparks inside…
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ok but why is the very idea of pirates of the Caribbean such a turn on like it makes me YEARN to be a woman with a pirate ship and a big silly hat and amazing boots but also to have Elizabeth Swann’s hair how do I tell the adult world I know what I want to be when I grow up but that kind of piracy (stylish adventure hair flowing kind) isn’t really accessible in this day and age
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❧ post-endwalker, pre-dawntrail
Dear Diary...
The word I've been looking for is "yearning."
I know not how much longer I can live my life like this. Mother says she wishes for me to take over the shop when she grows older, meanwhile father insists I find a fisherman to marry for that same purpose and I just...I don't know. I love them, but I can't lie to myself.
I want more than this.
The same rocky outcrops, the same white pathways, the same shop stalls, the same everything, every damned day...no more. I need adventure. I would go sign right up with the adventurer's guild but that isn't something I can do in secret. Everyone knows everyone in this strip. Mother and father would know of my plans before I'm so much as out the gates.
Is it daft to wish for some dashing hero to come and simply spirit me away? To take me aboard his ship, sailing off to some faraway shores to adventure, to explore, to simply live a different life together?
Mother would call me foolish for wishing for such things. Call me "irresponsible." Or even worse, "childish."
But I'm allowed to yearn for more, aren't I?
It had been many years since Ashen finally allowed himself to read through his parents' old tomes and journals. Many of them were rather uninteresting; local nautical maps, journals about when to plant and harvest certain vegetables, market schedules, the like. But right when he had nearly given up on finding anything intriguing, he stumbled upon what quickly revealed itself to be his mother's old diary.
He was hesitant to flip through the pages at first, unwilling to learn any embarrassing details of his mother's youth, but after a handful of page-turns, he came across a rather lengthy entry. Golden eyes flicked across the worn pages, before reality finally dawned on him.
"A pirate lord, yearning for a life of adventure...mother, did you-"
He continued to read, before closing the diary, setting it on the table. Resting his head on his hands, he could do naught but laugh.
"I'll be damned, mother- a pirate's lover? Really??"
He laughed, and he laughed, and a tear fell through the laughter.
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Terminal, a digital pirate action game, is now funding on Kickstarter
Written and designed by me, illustrated by the brilliantly talented Gormengeist and edited by the wonderful Alyssa Ridley.
It's a game about fighting the controlling simulation keeping humanity trapped, is now funding on Kickstarter.
Shatter the nightmares, take back your lives, crash the world.
It's the Matrix crossed with Black Sails, with influences from Twin Peaks and Paprika thrown in. It's about feeling crazy and the forces that want you to feel that way. It's about finding out what you'll burn down to build the future you need.
Nothing is real and everything is at stake.
Go to terminal.ratwave.uk and help us fund!
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Dawn of Assassins - chapter one (excerpt)
Gaslamps illuminated the flagstones with dull light, bringing with them the constant hiss of the Nordturm night. Fedor raced across Kathryn Square when a pair of patrolling constables disappeared from view.
He knew their route well, their timings, their patterns, their habit of doling out violence before asking questions. He’d been at the receiving end more times than he could count, but nothing…
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