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In which Oksana asserts her leadership and authority in helping her comrades feel better but also we gotta hustle these prizes aren’t going to win themselves.
Lavender, book 1 is available now from Amazon! US - UK
Kindle not required!
This has been a long time coming. I started writing Lavender in October, 2011, whilst taking a break from another book that was giving me grief. This was an idea that came out of nowhere, the sort that wasn’t going to leave me alone until I caved in and wrote it. So I allowed myself a chapter.
Inevitably, more followed, and I’m very glad they did. Now here, in August 2015, the journey from that evening is… Well. It’s finished. Book 1 is done.It’s over. It’s out. So why should you read it?
Lavender knows what her family expects of her.
She just doesn’t know how to avoid it.
All her life, Lavender has wandered the forest outside her home, climbing its tall and ancient trees and following its brooks. Yet now her father has betrothed her to a boy in her village: Erkin, son of the village Elder. For Lavender, who hates being stuck indoors, has no knack for cooking, and would far rather be exploring the high branches of the forest, marriage is a fate worse than death. But fate is rarely so simple, and a chance argument reveals a secret at the heart of the forest that could change everything she thought possible.
Sometimes, friends can spring from the most unlikely places, and the biggest fears and the greatest evils don’t need to come at the point of a sword. For Lavender, the struggle to make her own path has only begun.
For as long as I’ve been reading fantasy literature, I’ve wanted novels that don’t involve special destinies. Don’t involve characters with superpowers or hidden magic talent - or even, necessarily, any magic at all. Make no mistake, I enjoy those books tremendously, but I wanted to write something a little different. I wanted to get into the head of one specific girl, and explore her desires, her wants, her loves and her deepest fears in a society that doesn’t have any time for them. With Lavender, I think I’ve succeeded in crafting an intimate, psychological work, blending something genuine and emotional with a (generous) dash of the fantastical. There are no worlds saved in this book. No prophecy to fulfil. There are relationships. Friendships that don’t come easily, that time has faded or pressure worn. There is adventure and danger too, set in a world with plenty to be discovered, and mysteries of its own.
I’m the author, of course, so I’m bound to say this. That’s why you can read the first 3 chapters of the book (in an admittedly earlier form here ) or use amazon’s look inside tool, if you’d rather. I’m confident that if you take a look, you’ll see why I’m so enthusiastic for this book! If you have any questions about it, I’d be happy to try and answer them.
Lavender, book 1 is available now from Amazon! US - UK - DE - FR
Kindle not required!
This has been a long time coming. I started writing Lavender in October, 2011, whilst taking a break from another book that was giving me grief. This was an idea that came out of nowhere, the sort that wasn't going to leave me alone until I caved in and wrote it. So I allowed myself a chapter.
Inevitably, more followed, and I’m very glad they did. Now here, in August 2015, the journey from that evening is... Well. It’s finished. Book 1 is done.It’s over. It’s out. So why should you read it?
Lavender knows what her family expects of her.
She just doesn’t know how to avoid it.
All her life, Lavender has wandered the forest outside her home, climbing its tall and ancient trees and following its brooks. Yet now her father has betrothed her to a boy in her village: Erkin, son of the village Elder. For Lavender, who hates being stuck indoors, has no knack for cooking, and would far rather be exploring the high branches of the forest, marriage is a fate worse than death. But fate is rarely so simple, and a chance argument reveals a secret at the heart of the forest that could change everything she thought possible.
Sometimes, friends can spring from the most unlikely places, and the biggest fears and the greatest evils don’t need to come at the point of a sword. For Lavender, the struggle to make her own path has only begun.
For as long as I've been reading fantasy literature, I've wanted novels that don’t involve special destinies. Don’t involve characters with superpowers or hidden magic talent - or even, necessarily, any magic at all. Make no mistake, I enjoy those books tremendously, but I wanted to write something a little different. I wanted to get into the head of one specific girl, and explore her desires, her wants, her loves and her deepest fears in a society that doesn't have any time for them. With Lavender, I think I’ve succeeded in crafting an intimate, psychological work, blending something genuine and emotional with a (generous) dash of the fantastical. There are no worlds saved in this book. No prophecy to fulfil. There are relationships. Friendships that don’t come easily, that time has faded or pressure worn. There is adventure and danger too, set in a world with plenty to be discovered, and mysteries of its own.
I’m the author, of course, so I’m bound to say this. That’s why you can read the first 3 chapters of the book (in an admittedly earlier form here ) or use amazon’s look inside tool, if you’d rather. I’m confident that if you take a look, you’ll see why I’m so enthusiastic for this book! If you have any questions about it, I’d be happy to try and answer them.
Want to spend your summer reading something super gay? For this month only, Dragonoak: The Complete History of Kastelir – a fantasy novel all about necromancers and knights and normalised queerness – is just $2.99, reduced from its normal price of $4.99! Better yet, you can read the first third of the book for free, here.
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I’m super tired so I don’t have any new cool words that I haven’t already said about why you should get this excellent book. I just want to reblog the sweet art.
As always, I’m exceptionally fond of this comic! Girls on adventures, exploring new places and cities in a lovingly crafted world, what’s not to appreciate?
It’s my pleasure to announce that Lavender, my first novel, is available for preordering from Amazon! (If it’s fiddly, just give it time. It can take a while for a book to be availble across all of Amazon’s various sites, and To Clarify: You don’t need a kindle to buy or read from amazon! They have an app that’ll work on most everything.) I’m hugely excited for this, and I’ve been eager to show it off to you for sometime. If you’ll permit me a blurb...
Lavender knows what her family expects of her.
She just doesn't know how to avoid it.
All her life, Lavender has wandered the forest outside her home, climbing its tall and ancient trees and following its brooks. Yet now her father has betrothed her to a boy in her village: Erkin, son of the village Elder. For Lavender, who hates being stuck indoors, has no knack for cooking, and would far rather be exploring the high branches of the forest, marriage is a fate worse than death. But fate is rarely so simple, and a chance argument reveals a secret at the heart of the forest that could change everything she thought possible.
Sometimes, friends can spring from the most unlikely places, and the biggest fears and the greatest evils don't need to come at the point of a sword. For Lavender, the struggle to make her own path has only begun.
~
Lavender is - blurb’s over, by the way, and the rest of this post is largely recycled from an earlier one - Lavender is a very low magic - yet quite fantastical - fantasy novel about a young girl by the name of Lavender. At the start of our tale, she discovers that despite all the attempts she’s made to appear as unmarriagable as possible, her father has betrothed her to the son of the village elder. It’s a story about growing up; about discovery, bravery, adventure and heartache. I hope it’s a story for you.
If you need further convincing, then you can find the first 3 chapters of Lavender here! I’ll also be taking a little more time in this post to cover some details.So, I’ve already said that it’s low magic. What does that mean? Bluntly speaking, there’s no spells. No dragons. The world more or less operates as you’d expect.Well. More or less.
What else? Well, this isn’t quite Young Adult. Nor is it not YA. With Lavender, I’ve tried to craft a story that doesn’t care how old you are. That won’t patronise younger readers or use its younger cast to dodge difficult questions and situations. On the contrary, I think the younger cast lets me dive in with both feet. I’ve felt the category of YA is increasingly nebulous, and whilst there’s much in the way of YA fiction I adore, I find myself not quite sure what it is in order to assuredly categorise my book as such. Regardless, if you’re the sort of person who usually spurns child protagonists, then try the sample chapters. I hope to convince you otherwise.
More than that, I am a proudly feminist author. There’s women in my books, and lots of them. I’ve toyed with saying this outright. There’s a concern that by even squeezing it into this little mini-FAQ I’m constructing that such a declaration will give the impression that by reading Lavender you’re opting in to a morality tale. Instead, what I’d like to say is this. If you’re bored with fantasy as swords for boys. If you read blurbs just hoping for a book with an interesting fantasy premise that doesn’t give the title role to the gruff guy with the shaggy black hair and the stubble and the destiny, then I’ve got a book for you.
So, It was Gigidigi’s birthday a while back, and I wanted to write some really... terrible nightmare_child level fic. Long story short, I couldn’t do it justice. So I’ve tried a different approach, and it sort of yielded this. I hope I’ve written something that’s hopelessly self indulgent, and also sincere.
Behind the curtain, the seats begin to fill. He let it fall back from where he was peeking out, and returned to pacing a trench into the stage.
“Ugh, do you have to? You're making me dizzy.”
“Ah.” Carrot stopped abruptly, an apologetic wince on his face, but Almond took no notice of it, rolling her eyes and admiring the very bottom of the set.
“This isn't even going to be tough! Hope you're not getting comfortable, Cuco. We'll have this bogus crocus before Mr R can say...”
“Fabulous work, darlings. You've made it to the Final Round.”
“Right!”
Almond's eyes went big as saucers. She spun, and came face to stomach with Mr R himself.
“I hope I'm... fashionably late for the pre-contest pep talk. As you know, the other contestants have retired. But the show must go on. Simply being the last contestant standing isn't enough for a royal performance. And the crocus...” A lazy gesture to the top of the massive tower. His glasses glint in the stage lights. “It gets misplaced so easily. A princess and her... companions must scale many obstacles. Some more literal than others.”
“Excuse me, Mr R, Sir. Why are you holding the microphone?”
“Ladies and gentlemen. I give you The Height Of Fashion.”
“But I thought-” Cucumber began, before the gasp of the audience silenced him. The curtains fell away, and rising up, through the roof and into the sky, was the tower. A light glistened at the top.
“Beautiful, isn't it? The symbolism, of course, is perfectly pedestrian. But the challenge will require a majestic effort, my darlings.”
“Er. P-pardon my asking, but isn't this... dangerous?”
“I'm so glad you asked,” Mr R replied, without the first hint of gladness. “To bare ones soul in honesty...”
He clenched a fist. “It’s powerful. Bold. I love it. But isn't life dangerous? Isn't struggle such a pure form of expression? Isn't that why we are all here, tonight?”
“Huh.” Almond snatched the microphone from Mr R. “I'm here for the flower, pal!”
“Which – which, Almond, is a fake, and contains no-”
“Which gets us a five star trip to the next kingdom! Weren't you listening? Can't you imagine? The food!”
“The spa,” Nautilus added.
“The beds,” Groaned cucumber.
A breath ebbed out of Carrot, and he took a long look up at the tower. “Of course.” His lips twitched up in something a long way from a smile. “W-worth any danger.”
They were already in front of him, the three of them. Sizing themselves up against the tower of perils made for them. It was...
He swallowed.
Formidable.
Yet he had to forge ahead. For them. They were only children. Frightfully small. Filled with all the bravery he lacked.
“One last gift. Before your climb.”
With a snap of his fingers, one of Mr R's assistants stepped forward, holding a map on a silver platter.
“I – I – I'll carry that!” Carrot darted over, plucking the map into his hands before anybody else could reach for it.
“Hey!” Almond jumped for it anyway, mercifully out of reach. “What's the big idea!”
“Amongst the knights, I was known to have some skill at navigation,” Carrot explained. “With Princess Nautilus's keen intellect, Cucumber's magic, and your... energy, and skill with a blade, this seemed... sensible? Now, c-come along, ch-”
“Enough talk! I want to see what this thing's got!”
Almond bolted to the outer edge of the tower, scaling its first walls and platforms without losing place. Nautilus and Cucumber followed, leaving Carrot...
Alone. With the map. At the back.
~
“So what's up first? Pit of robo-piranhas? A temple of cool ancient magic? Oh! A spike trap? From the walls! Pow!” Almond's sword came out, and she brandished it wildly on the narrow path they walked along. They were high up, already. Clouds swirled over the side – the effect only slightly ruined by the small, humming boxes that created them.
“Let me see. Ah. Hmm.”
He looked again at the map. It... definitely said that.
“The first challenge is called the, ah, lava falls.”
Almond lit up. Cucumber and Nautilus did the opposite. “Lava? Cool!”
“Very droll, finalist.” One of the clouds parted, and a small box hovered in front of them, displaying a picture of Mr R sat behind a table. “Will you be showing us a hot new look tonight?” He asked, steepling his fingers. “Or are your plans to reach the crocus about to go up in flames?”
A perfectly manicured finger pressed a small red button on the table. The ground shook, then split. Quick as a flash, Carrot was back against the wall, one hand around Nautilus, the other around Cucumber.
“C-careful, children!” He called to them. The first blast of heat reached them, an orange glow lighting the side of the tower.
“Woah!” Almond was teetering at the edge of a yawning gap. Her arms windmilled, but it wasn't enough. Time slowed, and Carrot could only watch in horror. She would fall. Unless – unless he acted. Unless he did something.
Carrot tried to move, but his legs were stone. Arms trembling, he reached out, tried to lever himself far enough from the tower wall far enough to get a hand – a finger – to her and-
She tipped back. Reach. Reach.
His arm grasped the neck of her shirt and tugged. She tumbled backwards end over end, crashing into the wall beside them and landing in a tangled heap.
“Oof!”
“Watch your step. That's Mister R's tip.” The box turned around, and it flew off, disappearing back into the clouds.
“Sir Carrot!” Nautilus gasped. “That was very brave of you!”
“Err,” Carrot groaned, slumping to the ground. The world swam dizzily, so he shut his eyes. It didn't help. “Was it?”
“I suppose it could've been braver if you'd moved, but yes! It was! You have done your best today, Carrot. We shall not forget.” She paused. “On purpose.”
“Uh,” Almond picked herself up, shaking the fog from her head. “That map of yours say anything about the way past?”
“I'm afraid not, Almond,” Carrot answered without opening his eyes. “It was not a very precise map.”
“What about a spell?” Cucumber offered.
“Unless you make a plug that can do lava, Cuco, I think we're going to have to jump for it!”
“Goodness!” Carrot's eyes snapped open, and he reached out for Almond. “I'm sure we can search for another answer!”
“Perhaps there's a clue,” Agreed Nautilus. “Or a puzzle.”
“Boring!”
For a very short while, there was quiet, as the four of them thought on a way past the lava. The gap between them and the far side was far past acrobatics, and it oozed down from the side of the tower and off the side, leaving no way past above or below. Lava falls, indeed.
“Anyone want pizza?”
Almond's stomach growled loud enough to be heard over the lava's burbling.
“I fear that might be a yes,” Nautilus answered for her.
“I never thought lava could be so dull!” Yelled Almond, tossing a rock into the flow. It hissed, and vanished. “Where's the hanging vine, or an awesome rope bridge that's on fire, or – anything!”
“Now, Almond, I'm certain if we only apply our minds-”
“You'll come up with something?” She shot back angrily. “Maybe you'll cry us a way across?”
She stared angrily, and very slowly, realised what she'd said.
“Wait!” Nautilus said. “That's it! Cucumber, your wand, with Splashmaster's power!”
She stepped towards the edge of the flow, beckoning cucumber over. Splashmaster's stone was set in it, and Nautilus braced her arms to his.
“I think we'll have to run.”
The wand came up, and a blast of water nearly sent them flying backwards. But they held firm, and it sending it into the lava with a tremendous hiss. At first, nothing happened. But slowly, the surface of the flow darkened. Where the jet hit, a crust began to appear.
“This is more like it!” Grinned Almond, her quarrel with Carrot already forgotten. “Go, Cuco! Blast it!”
The surface blackened more, stone shrieking and cracking as it cooled. The spray from the wand slowed, then stopped entirely.
“Wonderful work!”
“I-indeed. Is this... safe?”
“It won't be for long, scaredy-butt!” Almond called out, and with a whoop, she hurtled over the stone bridge, leaping for the far side!”
“Oh oh!” She tugged off her boots, blowing at their soles. “Still hot!”
Carrot swallowed a lump in his throat. If only he had an ounce of their bravery. He could do so much more. Be of more use than a... map holder. Perhaps if he'd been braver he would... still see her.
He laughed, to himself. If Peridot's statues still saw anything. But he wasn't braver. He was here. With a map, and three children who didn't need him in the slightest. Three children that as a knight, he was responsible for, each and every time they rescued him, and all he had done was weep and run and hide.
He scrunched it the map in his hands – then carefully neatened it back out again.
I will run, he told himself. I will run, to show Cucumber and Nautilus there's nothing to fear.
I will run.
“Will you hurry up?” Demanded Almond. Flanked by Nautilus and Cucumber.
Well done, Carrot. You've saved the day again.
~
“I didn't mean what I said. About crying.”
“It was true.”
“I nearly fell into lava. You pulled me back. That was fun.”
“Not the word I would have chosen.”
~
“I applaud you on traversing my lava falls, Royal finalists. As well as defeating the lake of cake, and mastering my mirror maze.” Mr R's face said. Behind him, an assistant clapped three times. “But let's not get ahead of ourselves. In the world of fashion, it's a long way to the top. So it has been for you. My dear man with the map and the daring retro look. Step forward.”
“D-daring? Thank... you?”
“Don't. There's no points for effort in this contest. Why don't you read out the final point on our journey to the top.”
“Ah. Of course. The summit. That's... all it says.”
A glimmer of amusement. “Then that is all you need to know, Finalists.”
His face vanished. The little box that displayed it fell from the sky. Up here, the glow from the false Crocus lit the night, and the snow that had begun to fall. Down below, the stage was a tiny splash of light. Instinctively, Carrot edged away, just in time for a breeze to whip around him, and sweep the map off into the night.
“Err!”
“Who cares about the map! We're here!”
Almond's feet kicked loose clods of snow as she pulled herself over the edge, then she vanished, without waiting to help the rest of them up.
“Up we go,” Carrot made a foothold of his hands, pushing first Cucumber, then Nautilus, up after Almond. “What's... err, up there?”
More snow fell, more quickly. The wind blew, fiercer. Louder.
“Children?”
But not so loud he shouldn't hear their reply.
“Children, wait!”
He grabbed the edge, hauling himself over the lip. Nothing was there but the Crocus.
“Children? Where have you gone?”
He turned in a wide circle, once, twice, checking and double checking there was no hidden nook he might have missed. There wasn't. They were gone. Suddenly, inexplicably, gone.
“Have you lost something?” A voice spoke in his ear, an amused laughter on her lips. “My, my. How careless.”
“Rosemaster! Where have you taken them!”
“Me?” She was before him, now, a hand across her chest. “I'm defeated, dear. You were... there.”
“Please! Have some mercy! Show me where they've gone! I can-!”
“Save them?” A smile broke across her features, lined with teeth. “I think you're backwards.”
“What is this? How can you be here, if we beat you?”
“Did you?” She laughed. “Did you really beat me? Perhaps that's the problem. Perhaps I'm here because you lost. You couldn't save anyone, really. Such a trite tragedy.”
“No.” This was wrong. It was all... wrong. “It can't be. I don't want to defeat anyone. I don't want to save anyone! I know that I'm not brave! I know that I'm no warrior! I don't want anyone to be in danger to begin with! I do not want to be the hero, I just want my friends back! Here! With me!”
Rosemaster was already gone, and his friends were returned, arranged before the Crocus, neatly in the snow.
~
“That was weird.” Almond sat up with a start. Her eyes glittered as they settled upon the Crocus. “Dibs on the biggest room!”
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Charmwitch has done a few great pictures for me, and I’ve always been exceedingly fond of her work - there’s a lot of life and character to her art, with a great eye for colour! Take a look!
Dragonoak is a high-fantasy, low-magic trilogy, and the first book, The Complete History of Kastelir, is out now!
Follow the story of Rowan Northwood, a necromancer who runs away with a passing Knight after months of being ostracised by her village. Sir Ightham takes Rowan along grudgingly, but has her reasons for doing so. Not that it’s easy to get much more than a few words out of the woman.
What begins at a desperate attempt to find a better life quickly becomes something much more troubling–but in all fairness, Rowan never asked whether Sir Ightham was in exile or not.
Dragonoak takes place in a fantasy world without the limitations of the real world. The majority of the cast are queer women of all kinds, spread throughout all levels of society. It’s a story free of sexual violence, that still delves into issues like PTSD, depression and addiction. Being queer is entirely incidental; this very much isn’t a coming out story.
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I had the good fortune to be amongst the first people to read this book, and what can I say? There’s not many books where sometimes I just sit around thinking about how cool certain character developments - or just characters, top to bottom - are. Beyond my own writing, it’s probably the book series I’ve thought more about than any other! It’s good. It scratches an itch for fast paced, well written queer fantasy, with larger than life characters, a great, world travelling plot, and tons of fun stuff to see and explore. It’s a good time, you should have it.
I should also add, if anybody has any questions about Lavender or the world she’s in, I have an askbox :) No guarantees I won’t be evasive, though. I mean the book’s not even out. Dang.
It had to happen sooner or later, and I’m thrilled to announce that my first novel, Lavender, is going to be on sale very soon! I’m looking to be publishing via amazon and other outlets, at a price of about £4, or the equivalent in what your local currency might be. I’ve been working on this series of books for many years now, and though I actually finished Lavender a while back, I haven’t been in a position to actually sell it until now! Very excited, as you might expect.
For those of you who aren’t yet aware, Lavender is a very low magic - yet quite fantastical - fantasy novel about a young girl by the name of Lavender. At the start of our tale, she discovers that despite all the attempts she’s made to appear as unmarriagable as possible, her father has betrothed her to a boy in her village: Erkin, the son of the village Elder. For Lavender, who hates being stuck indoors, has no knack for cooking, and would far rather be exploring the high branches of the forest beyond her home, marriage is a fate worse than death. But fate is rarely so simple, and a chance argument reveals a secret at the heart of the forest that could change everything she thought possible.
Lavender is a story about friendship in unlikely places. It’s a story about growing up; about discovery, bravery, adventure and heartache. A story that acknowledges that sometimes our biggest fears and greatest evils don’t need to come at the point of a sword. Ultimately, it’s a story about a young girl named Lavender, and her struggle to choose her own path.
I hope it’s a story for you.
If you need further convincing, then you can find the first 3 chapters of Lavender here , and I’ll be talking more about it, and a couple of the characters within it, in the run up to release! I’ll also be taking a little more time in this post to cover some details.
So, I’ve already said that it’s low magic. What does that mean? Bluntly speaking, there’s no spells. No dragons. The world more or less operates as you’d expect.
Well. More or less.
What else?
Well, this isn’t Young Adult. Nor is it not YA. With Lavender, I’ve tried to craft a story that doesn’t care how old you are. That won’t patronise younger readers or use its younger cast to dodge difficult questions and situations. On the contrary, I think the younger cast lets me dive in with both feet. I’ve felt the category of YA is increasingly nebulous, and whilst there’s much in the way of YA fiction I adore, I find myself not quite sure what it is in order to assuredly categorise my book as such. Regardless, if you’re the sort of person who usually spurns child protagonists, then try the sample chapters. I hope to convince you otherwise.
More than that, I am a proudly feminist author. There’s women in my books, and lots of them. I’ve toyed with saying this outright. There’s a concern that by even squeezing it into this little mini-FAQ I’m constructing that such a declaration will give the impression that by reading Lavender you’re opting in to a morality tale. Instead, what I’d like to say is this. If you’re bored with fantasy as swords for boys. If you read blurbs just hoping for a book with an interesting fantasy premise that doesn’t give the title role to the gruff guy with the shaggy black hair and the stubble, then I’ve got a book for you.
I think this post has gone on quite long enough, though.
Dragonoak is a high-fantasy, low-magic trilogy, totalling around 470,000 words. It follows the story of a necromancer by the name of Rowan Northwood, who runs away with a passing Knight after months of being ostracised by her village. Sir Ightham takes Rowan along grudgingly, but has her reasons for doing so. Not that it’s easy to get much more than a few words out of the woman.
What begins at a desperate attempt to find a better life quickly becomes something much more troubling–but in all fairness, Rowan never asked whether Sir Ightham was in exile or not.
Dragonoak takes place in a fantasy world without the limitations of the real world. The majority of the cast are queer women of all kinds, spread throughout all levels of society. It’s a story free of sexual violence, that still delves into issues like PTSD, depression and addiction. Being queer is entirely incidental; this very much isn’t a coming out story.
PRE-ORDERS ARE NOW OPEN! BUY VIA SMASHWORDS or AMAZON UK • US • CAN • FR • DE
For the duration of the pre-order period, Part I of the book (60,000 words) is free to read now! Available from Smashwords via epub, mobi (Kindle), and online reader.
As someone who’s already read this book, I can offer you some advice on ‘should I get this book’? (Whilst acknowledging I’m also a friend of the author.)
Yes. You need this book. The fantasy genre needs this book. It’s got cool knights! It’s got a super cool take on necromancy! It has a great world, ripe for exploring, with cities and cultures and histories vividly depicted! it does fantasy without just using it as a crutch to import real world prejudices! Yeah! And the protagonist is proper lovely. It’s a good time, and you should treat yourself to it.
Dragonoak is a high-fantasy, low-magic trilogy, totalling around 470,000 words. It follows the story of a necromancer by the name of Rowan Northwood, who runs away with a passing Knight after months of being ostracised by her village. Sir Ightham takes Rowan along grudgingly, but has her reasons for doing so. Not that it’s easy to get much more than a few words out of the woman.
What begins at a desperate attempt to find a better life quickly becomes something much more troubling–but in all fairness, Rowan never asked whether Sir Ightham was in exile or not.
Dragonoak takes place in a fantasy world without the limitations of the real world. The majority of the cast are queer women of all kinds, spread throughout all levels of society. It’s a story free of sexual violence, that still delves into issues like PTSD, depression and addiction. Being queer is entirely incidental; this very much isn’t a coming out story.
PRE-ORDERS ARE NOW OPEN! BUY VIA SMASHWORDS or AMAZON UK • US • CAN • FR • DE
For the duration of the pre-order period, Part I of the book (60,000 words) is free to read now! Available from Smashwords via epub, mobi (Kindle), and online reader.
Some pretty catastrophic car payments have left me more than a little strapped for cash, so I’m opening commissions again! I’m offering two types–character pieces and landscapes. Here are some examples to give you an idea of what to expect:
Characters–$35 (plus $15/additional character)
Landscape–$25
I do take NSFW commissions as well so if that interests you, please check out my NSFW art blog.
I will gladly draw any and all characters (e.g. monster, anthro, mecha, etc.), but please provide ample reference by way of images or detailed description if necessary. Backgrounds and scenery may be added for additional charge.
If you wish to commission me, my email as well as my paypal are [email protected]. Payment must be received in full before I start the piece, but please do not send payment until I’ve sent you a confirmation email.
Thank you so much for your interest and as always, reblogs are greatly appreciated!
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