Nothing makes me wanna write more like getting comments on my work from people I don't know, it genuinely feels so nice like yes I have been working on this fic in the back of my head for a year, I have put so much effort into all the little nuances, thank you for noticing
When Ifrit, a killer with a knack for subtlety and seduction, realizes her best friend's father in-law is ALSO a killer for hire she must navigate the deadly web their employers are weaving around them without either of them getting caught. While keeping Stacey and Kaylee out of the line of fire and also in the dark, of course. Things only get more complicated as her past crimes threaten to overwhelm her. What's a girl to do?
Chapter One - Universal Truths on AO3
Mike pulled up to her apartment building, but as she wordlessly reached for the door he held her back. His hand, hot like the desert sun, wrapped around her forearm. “If you wanna make a change in your life, you’re gonna have to leave all this behind. You can’t change your life surrounded by exactly what made you this way. Do you understand what I’m saying?”
Ifrit frowned deeply, her eyes widened a little as she reckoned with his advice. “Mike, I don’t have anyone else. This is it, and I can’t ask—”
“Ifrit, that’s what I’m sayin’. You got into this life to provide for yourself and your family, to keep ‘em safe. As long as you are here, where they are, you will continue to be what necessity has made.” As she settled back into the car he paused thoughtfully before adding, “whatever you decide to do, it has to be all or nothin’. You gotta decide, and you gotta decide before the decision is made for you.”
Her head swam, his words flooded in like ocean water at high tide. She turned to face him, to really truly look at him under the lights along the street. “If you could do it all again, what would you choose?”
Mike’s mouth pressed into thin, hard line as his hand fell from her arm. “I can’t make the choice for you. It’s gotta be you. Take some time to think it over.”
Ifrit took a deep breath in through her nose, as though steadying herself. “Okay, Mike.” She opened the door and this time he didn’t stop her. The woman carefully gathered the last of her things and stepped onto the sidewalk, hesitating before she shut the door. “And thank you again, for everything.”
“No sweat. I’ll see ya around.”
She scampered off, only turning back to watch his car when she got to the second story landing. It surprised her to see that he stuck around until she had turned to close the door behind her.
For the first time in like a month, I finally have the drive to work on The Trilogy again. I figured out some of the biggest plot holes that would have become more evident as time went on, but I still have so much to do, and the first book is so long already. I know where the book has to end, in fact I have a rough draft of a rough draft written out for the end scene, but I still have another 20k words or so to go.
The first draft is already about 64k words, and I still have 20k to go, on a first draft. Dustlings the first draft was about 65k, and the final book is about 130k, for reference.
I've been silently working (again) and it looks like the newest book is going to be about 146k-186k, ish. I don't know how long it will be sustainable to write this much, but I do know that this book, this trilogy means so much to me.
I don't know how to sum it up, but this first book is so important to me after the last year and everything I've been through.
Writing a book a year wasn't something I would have thought possible, but I'm doing it. I wonder what I would have thought about this commitment even five years ago.
You're not ready for how hard I'm about to go on Dragon Age and Fable. Fable was what made me realize I was trans the first time and I will not be shutting up about it.
For the first time in like a month, I finally have the drive to work on The Trilogy again. I figured out some of the biggest plot holes that would have become more evident as time went on, but I still have so much to do, and the first book is so long already. I know where the book has to end, in fact I have a rough draft of a rough draft written out for the end scene, but I still have another 20k words or so to go.
The first draft is already about 64k words, and I still have 20k to go, on a first draft. Dustlings the first draft was about 65k, and the final book is about 130k, for reference.
Elise (She/They), Bridget (She/Her), Aldric (He/Him), Sinew (She/They/It), and Wilrick (He/Stone/Stoneself) are excited too!
Dustlings by Dante Atlas is out for pre-order now! So what can you expect? What is it about?
Dustlings is a clean and wholesome fantasy romance novel, and a journey of self rediscovery. Bridget, having just ended a long term relationship with her boyfriend Jason, ends up in a magical world after falling through a portal and off of a cliff on her parents' property. She must navigate this new world, on top of being newly disabled, on top of trying to get home undiscovered.
In this new world, she must rely on others, whether it's trusting them to keep her secret or helping carry her on her journey. She's offered fresh perspective, and uncovers a history she couldn't have learned anywhere else.
I'll be releasing character profiles and more information as the time comes (and as I get them done) so look forward to those!
Art Credit, ID, and pre-order link under the cut. Is that still how it works? Do people still say "under the cut?"
[ID/ A group photo of the Dustlings cast sitting all together on a stone brick wall in the warm golden glow of an evening sky. They are all holding and drinking from wooden tankards as they appear to be celebrating and enjoying each other's company.
All of them appear to have their pinkies up to make the whole thing fancier.
From left to right:
Elise is a tall orc woman with bronze skin, dark blue hair styled into an undercut, long pointed ears that stick out from her head and blue eyes.
She is wearing a plum colored shirt with light blue trim and black pants as she straddles the wall and reclines with one eye on the group and her cup raised to her lips.
Bridget is a small white woman with light brown hair, brown eyes and a big smile on her face as she holds her drink in both hands. She wears a light blue shirt and jeans, along with some sensible black hiking shoes.
She's laughing and leaning into Aldric as they share a little moment together.
Aldric is a tall elf with pale yellow skin and long flowing lilac purple hair, his long ears are pointed up as he laughs and leans into Bridget with one arm around her and the other bringing his cup to knock into hers. He is seated with his legs on the opposite side of the wall and his drink appears to be rainbow colored in the cup, some kind of fancy elven drink surely.
He wears a simple white linen shirt, black pants and black gloves.
Sinew, my beloved, is a tiny red goblin standing up on the wall and ready to cause trouble with her two cups raised triumphantly over her head and ready to spill at any moment.
Her design is based around a poison dart frog, red with black spots and the extremities of her body dipped entirely in black.
Her hair is a shaggy black mullet styled Lesbianly, her ears stick straight out from the sides of her head, she wears a simple white tank top and brown pants.
It's little feet grip the wall with self assured force, but even so, Wilrick's hand firmly grasps her to prevent her falling.
Wilrick is a handsome, short and stocky dwarf with purple/plum undertones to his skin. He has long indigo hair and beard which reaches the middle of his back and his beard is braided at some points, though largely obscured by his drink in a birch wood cup.
He wears a simple brown linen shirt, vest, black pants and boots and the hands that holds the cup, like the rest of them, has his pinky straight in the air.
Despite the impending chaos to his left, he appears to be at ease as he enjoys the evening. /END ID]