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There was no anger, no hope, no betrayal. She expected nothing from him, and that hurt more than what he was risking. Maybe it was his fault. How could she trust him when she didn’t feel like she could ask him for anything? It went beyond not wanting to ask for his help, it was not even thinking she could. 

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by Melanie Lihen-LaMoy

Coming Soon! {Prob Oct}

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Sabine had saved her life, kept her secrets, and despite only being here for a few months, they did their best to be family. They would kill Sabine and Thea would spare her the fate of their mom. She wouldn’t be alone when they took her life.  ∘✧✦───{ In the Dark of the Night }───✦✧∘

by Melanie Lihen-LaMoy

Coming soon! {possibly Oct}

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On today's itteration of me being my own biggest hater

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Author jump scare! Gonna be editing my novel for a few hours! If you're seeing this, please drink water!

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Editing one of my favorite chapters, focused on these star-crossed lovers. Darling Catholic and an elegant forbidden monster. I love them dearly

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I feel a frustration of readers with the complexity of fantasy decades ago compared to now. The answer is money, more fundamentally, capitalism. Back then, people had access to jobs that gave them excess money and generally lower cost of living. Things like advances could go further in keeping authors afloat. A lot of words to say that authors had more time. On top of that, I think social media has played a roll as well. We get so caught up in the aesthetic and the romanticization of being an author, we look for the most recent and newest book that everyone is talking about and consider those who tell us that there is merit in reading classics, elitist, and we witness a disproportionate amount of youthful success stories of people living the lives we want, while fighting an increasingly debilitating relationship between addiction and loss of attention span. What we get is a generation of fantasy authors who chase fleeting youth, push hard to finish books quickly to have a back log big enough to support them in this economy, and in turn we fail to set these artists and visionaries with the tools and access to take 10 years to make a language for their fantasy novel. We can't, and I won't, blame authors for writing fantasy novels in a year, I will never complain about the feeling of empty worlds or compounding clichés, because I promise you if they had the time, these world would be richer than the pockets of those who killed every avenue that turned that life into a dream.

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Thea suspended

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Won't let him wake up alone, Doggie came to join us. GOT CHP 15 EDITED!!

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Snippet Update

{ Chapter 13, Draft 4 }

He struggled to drag the air back, but it was almost impossible when his head was forcibly thrown back by the burning of heavy metal against the underside of his chin. The burning in his lungs and the burning under his chin made him dizzy, but he nearly forgot about both when he got a good look at her.

She was crouched over him, both knees pinning his arms, her hair covering her face until she had to lean up to throw her hair back with her now available hand. She sucked in breaths and looked down at him and the minute their eyes met.

The universe aligned. 

Like something snapped and it was like all the chaos of their lives, all of the loud screams of dreams unknown and shouts of everything that ever went wrong and still could, ceased to exist. The mind was better than blank, it held an ethereal thrum. 

One which was promptly shattered by a gun going off.

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By Melanie Lihen-LaMoy

Coming Soon!!

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When I cry, for the state of everything in my lifetime, I remember that its not all terrible. There are people to cry for, there are injustices because their are good people, innocent people. As bad as it gets, there is someone to cry for. Your friend, your parents, your neighbors, the children on the street, the groups who need it, and if no one else, yourself. While you breath, there will be someone to cry for. We are lucky to have so much to lose.

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Chaotic and deadly as their lives are, before then, they had each other. For a few months, they were far from perfect, but they had peace. Sometimes the only way to survive is to try to remember what you're fighting for

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Draft 4, Chapter 13 snippet:

“It would be slow and special” he whispered ominous and deadly, a threat like everything else. Harsh and volatile, it sent her body into a blaze, snapping the last of her coherence. Her legs gripped his waist, twisting. The solid ancient wood creaked dangerously and shouted like an explosion against the floorboards as one of the chairs toppled over.

The next moment she was on top of him. Going back and forth between swinging, clawing her way out of his grasp, and pinning limbs before losing them all over again. She couldn’t keep track of her limbs anymore. By the time she registered what happened to one, the other had moved faster than she could stop it. A calm settled over her, one that never had before.

'Not so funny now’ 

She froze. Anxiety clenched deep in her bones and the dread swallowed all her air like a black hole in her lungs. Eyes flitted over to a deep cut in the wood. She threw her hands off of him as fast as she could. Nearly threw herself from the table when she looked down at his body where her hand had been and where the hilt of her blade stuck out. 

He gave her a hard glare and she could hardly keep down the lump in her throat because she deserved it. The blackholes consumed her air until she choked, until she felt like she was breathing through a pinhole and the light in her eyes died, darker than obsidian. 

This is why she couldn’t risk getting worked up. She didn’t know who she was when she became like this. She took in a shaky breath before planning her escape. Before she could move, he sat up faster than she could register and gripped both of her wrists in an iron grip. 

“You were holding back this whole time?” he hissed. She nearly short circuited when he got that close to her face, angrier than she had seen in a long time. Once she registered what he said, she wanted to throw up just as much as she wanted to laugh at the absurdity. 

“I-” she couldn’t think of what to say. This was a side of herself she never wanted him or anyone to see.

“I have to,” she tried to explain the best she could without revealing everything. One of the darkest secrets she hid from everyone but especially him. 

“Not against me. You seriously think you can hurt me?” He spit, pulling the blade out and throwing it onto the table next to them. She gasped, trying to pull her hands from his grip to stop the bleeding, that thing in the back of her head purring at the idea, but there was no blood. 

The stabbing was the furthest thing from his mind, but this proved his hunch, how weak she thought he was. He was a Bastion! If the Night hadn’t found a way to kill him after thousands of years, then Thea couldn’t even make him bleed. Yet at every opportunity, she took the worst route. 

“You don’t understand. I have to hold back. I’ve always had to hold back” she argued trying and failing to not get worked up about it. 

“You can’t risk holding back like this on missions!” he scolded like he was cursing at her instead of looking out for her. He was already disappointed, she couldn’t make it worse but she had no strength left to hold back. 

“I couldn’t live with myself if I hurt someone I cared about,” she let slip. It was her worst fear and an easy reality if she let go for a little too long, loosened a little too much. It wasn’t something she had to worry about until she moved here. In gaining hope, she gained fear. 

“You won't survive if you keep doing this,” he said annoyed, but softening as he registered her tone change. It took him a moment to see how tired she really looked. The look behind dulled eyes was one that made him wonder if she was older than him. She lacked the energy to try to hold back, forcing her open. 

“I don’t have a choice. I don’t want this to be who I-” she couldn’t stop the sob from breaking through, she had to stop, but she didn’t have anything left. The force of the sob drowned her next sentence as she tried to hold back the memories of violent thoughts that had scared her for her eternity. 

“This can’t be who I am,” she cried like a debt she owed, but could never pay. His hands sagged for a moment and she took them to cover her face as soon as she could. ‘I’m so pathetic’ she wailed across her consciousness as she did her best to rub the tears away but they wouldn’t stop. Cypress brought his hands up to her wrists again, moving them slowly but firmly away from her face so he could wipe her tears. She collapsed as soon as he wiped the first few. She wasn’t sure if she was seeking comfort or if the exhaustion finally got to her. Against his chest, as tears sunk into his shirt, he brought his hands up to hold her in a loose hug, he didn’t want her to feel trapped. 

“Why are you so scared?” he whispered softly into her hair. Those last moments were full of potential, nearly perfect in every way. He didn’t know what was more unbelievable, that any Night could be this good or that she was scared of the one thing that could save her life. 

“I don’t want to be like this. I-” she took a moment to cough away the wobble from the lump in her throat “- I’m violent. There’s-” she didn’t want to admit it but she had gotten this far and it would be so much worse if she stopped “-There’s a part of me that is and I don’t want that to be who I am.” 

{ In the Dark of the Night } ~ By Melanie Lihen-LaMoy

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This is Thea! She's the main character of my debut novel

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Coming out sometime this year!