#mirrorwoven

[dumpsterhipster]

Hello Tumblr, delighted to share with you (and simultaneously doxx myself with) the breathtaking UK and Commonwealth cover of my debut novel, Mirrorwoven, out July 2 2026 from Harper Fire! (Update Feb 26: North Americans, see my reblog below)

Art by the incredible @eliotbaum.

Mirrorwoven is a sapphic young adult fantasy in a Renaissance Venice-inspired setting, pitched as The Priory of the Orange Tree meets Gossip Girl. The blurb and further info below the cut:

You are cordially invited to the Dragon Masquerade…

Del has two rules. One: stay away from royalty. Two: don’t fall in love.

The first – because Del is secretly a runaway princess. After the death of her sister at the hand of her boyfriend, Del flees her family, home and all the responsibilities that come with being the queendom’s new heir. With a magically constructed mirrorwoven face, Del is now unrecognisable, and disappears to the faraway opaline lagoon-city of Salato.

The second rule – because the enchantment hiding Del’s identity can only be unravelled by true love’s kiss. But that’s just fine. Del’s had enough of love anyway.

When Del breaks Rule One and becomes court bard to the newly widowed First of Salato, she is resolved to keep her head down. But Clara is naïve and trusts too easily, and soon Del finds herself having to guide Clara through the shoals of court life, somehow without revealing her own secret.

As Del grows closer to both Clara and Nasca, Clara’s brilliant, dangerous sister-in-law, it will only take a push to bring Del’s house of cards tumbling down.

Like, for example, breaking Rule Two.

You can expect:

✨ A Renaissance Venice-inspired setting

✨ A sapphic love triangle

✨ A protagonist who is very good at music and very bad at everything else

✨ Court intrigue

✨ Mirror magic

✨ True love's kiss breaks the spell

✨ ...which must be avoided at all costs

✨ Angst, angst and more angst

✨ Two (2) good jokes

✨ One hundred and fifty-seven (157) bad ones

✨ That clip of Marie Kondo saying 'I love mess'; that's it, that's the whole book

Preorders are live for the UK and Europe from your preferred retailer; North America and ANZ watch this space. If you're interested in the book I would be extremely grateful if you preordered a copy or asked your library to buy it - preorders are really important for debut authors in particular as they signal to a publisher that readers are excited for the book, which can matter a lot for how the publisher chooses to allocate resources. (Waterstones and B&N both have preorder sales a few times a year with very nice discounts.) Alternatively you can add the book on Goodreads if you like, or follow me on Instagram @/sorrynotbori for book updates and cat pictures.

Those of you who were following along with my writing may remember that I initially reworked my fic A Fistful of Stars and tried for publication with it - this is obviously not that (it had structural issues that made it unsuitable for tradpub, which I do one day intend to see if I can fix) but a completely new story that's wholly mine from the ground up.*

I'm so excited to announce this book here. Fandom communities were my very first writing communities, and the encouragement and enthusiasm I received on my early ventures into writing via fanfiction are a big part of what gave me the confidence to pursue traditional publishing. Thank you so much to anyone reading this who ever left me a comment or a kudos or just silently read and enjoyed my fics - this book exists in large part because of you.

- B xx 🐸🌈✨

* eagle eyed TES readers however may spot the influence of a character or two 😏

[chechula]

another commission for @dumpsterhipster :3 Illustration for her novel Mirrorwoven!

My commissions are open!

[definitivelydrivel]

An online friend of mine had their sapphic romance published!

Mirrorwoven

Del has two rules. One: Stay away from royalty. Two: Don’t fall in love.The first is because Del is secretly Adeleine Ventris, runaway princ

Mirrorwoven

You are cordially invited to the Dragon Masquerade … D…

Sapphic isn't my speed but I plan to nab a copy and check it out. It looks gorgeous! I'm so excited for Bori OMFG.

If it looks like your kind of thing please check it out!

[bookshelvesandtealeaves]

🏳️‍🌈 BOOK REVIEW 🏳️‍🌈

Mirrorwoven by Bori Cser

⭐️⭐️⭐️⭐️⭐️

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This one comes out tomorrow in Australia!!!

Thank you so much to Harper Collins Australia for sending me a copy of this one. All thoughts are my own.

This was an absolutely fantastic romantasy! I was hooked from the start and it only got better the more I read.

The politics at play in this book were fascinating. I was so intrigued by how it all worked and Nasca’s reveal had me completely shook! I didn’t fully trust her but I didn’t expect where that went at all.

I loved Del’s relationship with Thaddeus and his family so much. They gave real found family vibes and I won’t lie, my heart broke a little when they became less present in the middle. I was so, so glad Del went back to them and I loved how instrumental they were to everything.

But the romance between Del and Clara was the beating heart of this story for me. I absolutely loved them together. I felt like they brought out the strength and braveness in each other and I adored them.

[chechula]

commission for @dumpsterhipster Lovely characters from her novel Mirrorwoven

My commissions are open :3

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It seems silly, to give him of all people something on Christmas but it doesn't stop the petite Shinigami from handing the tall, rather fearsome arrancar a carefully wrapped gift and a small bag. Nothing too big or fancy, a bottle of alcohol and a family scroll of hers that chronicled him. Not much else, but that was probably for the best. "Enjoy."

She approached him out of nowhere near the outskirts of Rukongai where he had found himself wandering recently. He hated staying in Hueco Mundo, hated that overwhelming pressure that could make him sick to his stomach. He often found himself on the move, traveling through the desert sands like a nomad. Sometimes he would wind up in the Human World or sometimes he could be found here, staring off into the distance at the bland little rooftops of the Rukongai District. He liked coming here to gaze out across a familiar sight, one he had looked upon many centuries ago when he had first invaded the Soul Society. It was quiet here, a place he could come to in order to collect his thoughts and formulate his newest and greatest plans. His reiryoku was slowly returning to him and he could feel himself on the cusp of a grand new strength. 

He had decided to stay away from the Human World as it was covered in a mysterious white film. The town he frequented was also adorned with bright and flashing lights. There was a different air about, one he didn’t welcome or feel at peace in despite the jolly looks on everyone’s faces. He much preferred his dark and solitude, perhaps from spending an eon underground in a place void of a n y t h i n g. The swirling winds out on the edges of Hueco Mundo kept him company, embracing him like the prodigal son. He felt much more at home here. Until she arrived, of course. 

He possessed no idea of what she wanted, though he did in fact recognize her as the Shinigami that had helped him when all had been lost. She was the one who allowed him to escape into the treacherous yet accepting sands of Hueco Mundo. If not for her, he didn’t know if he would be here at this very moment. As such, he simply raised his head at her appearance, knowing she wasn’t there to challenge or harm him. He kept his back straight, TOWERING over her nonetheless. She still believed that he was one to be feared, perhaps the only person left who thought of the name Arturo Plateado and trembled. For that, he was oddly…g r a t e f u l. At least someone understood that he was not to be reckoned with. 

However, when she handed him a beautifully wrapped box and a similarly decorated bag, he was a little bit more than baffled. She didn’t provide him with any details, a single word slipping past her plump lips, which proceeded to curl up into a grin. He blinked at her, a question ripe on the tip of his tongue, but it was one he never got to ask as she was gone in an instant, flash-stepping far away from him and the murky sand. He was left to wonder alone in her dust, the weight of the items in his hands the only thing that reassured him that he hadn’t imagined her. 

With nothing better to do, he plopped himself down into a dune, a pillar of sand raising up behind him as his weight settled onto the mound. He pulled the drawstrings of the bag apart, lifting a brow when he saw that she had given him sake. He hummed in the back of his throat. While he had never touched the stuff he was well aware of the fact that it was often drunk during times of celebration. The gifts themselves represented that as well. What were they celebrating? Was there a festival happening in the Soul Society? And if so, why did she feel the need to provide him, of all people, with anything? 

He shook his head, not caring to think about the silly thoughts that must have flittered through that woman’s mind. He lifted the lid off the box, a hefty bow weighing it down. His eyes widened at what he saw inside. He reached his hand in, pulling out an embellished golden scroll. Even more confused now, he wondered if she was providing him with some valuable information? Why would she betray her own colleagues though? It didn’t make any sense. He unruffled the wrinkly yellow paper, his eyes immediately going to skim over the polished calligraphy. Each line he read only further fueled the raging inferno of his soul. A wicked smirk stretched across his features, and by the time he reached the end of the scroll, he had to cover his own face to control himself. A cackle slipped out of him nonetheless, and he couldn’t help but shake his head at that blasted Shinigami’s antics. 

His chest was swollen with pride so much so that he cracked open the bottle of sake to sample it, filling his belly with a lethargic burning. And as he went to take another swing of the luxurious drink, his eyes once again swept over the first sentence of that ancient scroll: 

Precisely one thousand years ago, an impeccable threat loomed over the horizon by the name of Arturo Plateado, the first and most fearsome arrancar.