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35|she/her|💖💜💙|🖤🩶🤍💜 Debut YA Fantasy/Dystopia BLACKBLOOD out now!! https://linktr.ee/kreesullivan "A Riveting Story of Redemption" -Kirkus Reviews

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Going on vacation and dealing with the age old question of how many books I should pack 🤔

04.08.2025 18:47 — 👍 2    🔁 0    💬 0    📌 0
Cover of When the Wolf Comes Home by Nat Cassidy

Cover of When the Wolf Comes Home by Nat Cassidy

Just started Nat Cassidy's When the Wolf Comes Home, and it was so hard to put down to sleep!

04.08.2025 05:07 — 👍 8    🔁 1    💬 0    📌 0
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Q&A: Kree Sullivan, Author of 'Blackblood' | The Nerd Daily We chat with author Kree Sullivan about Blackblood, which is a queer western inspired fantasy story! PLUS we have the first chapter to share with you at the end of the interview!

The Alt-text got kind of messy, so if it doesn't work, you can find the whole thing at the bottom of my interview here as well: thenerddaily.com/kree-sulliva...

31.07.2025 19:49 — 👍 1    🔁 0    💬 0    📌 0
ARMINA The Rabbit’s Day festivities haven’t wound down an inch despite the fact it’s hotter than a cook pan under the desert sun. Noisy children rush past where Valaina and I parked the semi half up on the curb, and I jam a finger in the ear not pressed against the pay phone’s receiver so I can hear the voice on the other end. “I ain’t entering Wallton for shit,” the man says. He has a squawk like an old fox, the kind that got half its voice box ripped out in a game of chicken with a coyote. “The artifact’s not worth the traffic.” I flip my messy ponytail over my shoulder and scowl despite the fact that the man can’t see it. I hope he feels it as I respond, “So you’d rather us brave the traffic and drive . . . where, exactly? Last I checked, the Blackblood was doing you a favor.” “I’m less than fifty miles from the city, outside the Wrendrop Community. There’s a rest station with a tavern called The Skeletal Mare. Can’t miss it—’s got a horse skull dangling out front.” I run a hand over my face, wiping away my irritation along with the noontime sweat. “Fine. Today, evening, Skeletal Mare outside of Wrendrop.” The man hangs up without a goodbye. As I return the phone to its cradle, something warm slaps into my free hand. A greasy square of waxed paper full of twisted cinnamon bread heats my palm almost unbearably, and I wince as molten sugar drips onto the base of my thumb. Valaina stands above me, her own hunk of bread hanging out her mouth, her sunglasses shielding her brown eyes from the sun. She looks pretty today, with her sugar-stained mouth and the wind tugging at her curly black hair. If the sight of her didn’t make me want to start a fight for no reason, I might even feel inclined to kiss her. Rabbit’s Day is for romance, after all, and we used to be— “Any luck?” She leans against our semitruck’s scrubbed-metal side. My truck. The Blackblood. Averard’s truck.

ARMINA The Rabbit’s Day festivities haven’t wound down an inch despite the fact it’s hotter than a cook pan under the desert sun. Noisy children rush past where Valaina and I parked the semi half up on the curb, and I jam a finger in the ear not pressed against the pay phone’s receiver so I can hear the voice on the other end. “I ain’t entering Wallton for shit,” the man says. He has a squawk like an old fox, the kind that got half its voice box ripped out in a game of chicken with a coyote. “The artifact’s not worth the traffic.” I flip my messy ponytail over my shoulder and scowl despite the fact that the man can’t see it. I hope he feels it as I respond, “So you’d rather us brave the traffic and drive . . . where, exactly? Last I checked, the Blackblood was doing you a favor.” “I’m less than fifty miles from the city, outside the Wrendrop Community. There’s a rest station with a tavern called The Skeletal Mare. Can’t miss it—’s got a horse skull dangling out front.” I run a hand over my face, wiping away my irritation along with the noontime sweat. “Fine. Today, evening, Skeletal Mare outside of Wrendrop.” The man hangs up without a goodbye. As I return the phone to its cradle, something warm slaps into my free hand. A greasy square of waxed paper full of twisted cinnamon bread heats my palm almost unbearably, and I wince as molten sugar drips onto the base of my thumb. Valaina stands above me, her own hunk of bread hanging out her mouth, her sunglasses shielding her brown eyes from the sun. She looks pretty today, with her sugar-stained mouth and the wind tugging at her curly black hair. If the sight of her didn’t make me want to start a fight for no reason, I might even feel inclined to kiss her. Rabbit’s Day is for romance, after all, and we used to be— “Any luck?” She leans against our semitruck’s scrubbed-metal side. My truck. The Blackblood. Averard’s truck.

“Depends on what you define as luck.” I rip a chunk out of the bread. It hurts my teeth how sweet it is, but I haven’t eaten since yesterday morning, so any food’s a welcome comfort. “Do we have an offer? Yes. Do I know if it’s of any merit?” I shrug and crumple the waxed paper between my fingers. “The man seemed ready enough to be rid of his artifact, so I think we’ll get a good price.” Valaina raises her eyebrows and tilts her head so I can see her eyes beneath her sunglasses. Can’t say I blame her for any skepticism. The pair of us’ve been an awful mess since Averard died. He was the captain of our little three-man brigade, our “pirate ship without an ocean”, as he’d call it. When he went and got himself murdered, he left us with nothing more than the truck, a battered pistol, and an old black coat. Valaina kept the pistol, and I kept the coat, and neither of us talk about how we picked them off his corpse before we ran. Keepsakes of a dead man are not instructions, and they’re certainly not a business plan. They won’t put food in our stomachs or keep the Huntsmen away. Smuggling magical artifacts is dangerous enough if you know what you’re doing, but despite me turning nineteen at the beginning of this year and Valaina being two years older, Averard always insisted we were too young to help him yet with the more particular aspects of the job. Val and I know the trade; we know how to sell. But acquisitions? Not under our purview. I tug open the Blackblood’s door, reaching high up its frame to pull myself inside. Valaina watches me struggle before stepping around the truck’s low-bellied trailer and throwing open the passenger-side door. She hops inside and wipes her sticky hands on her pants, then lifts her long legs and tucks them between the dashboard and the windshield. “Guess your seller’s not meeting us in Wallton,” she says.

“Depends on what you define as luck.” I rip a chunk out of the bread. It hurts my teeth how sweet it is, but I haven’t eaten since yesterday morning, so any food’s a welcome comfort. “Do we have an offer? Yes. Do I know if it’s of any merit?” I shrug and crumple the waxed paper between my fingers. “The man seemed ready enough to be rid of his artifact, so I think we’ll get a good price.” Valaina raises her eyebrows and tilts her head so I can see her eyes beneath her sunglasses. Can’t say I blame her for any skepticism. The pair of us’ve been an awful mess since Averard died. He was the captain of our little three-man brigade, our “pirate ship without an ocean”, as he’d call it. When he went and got himself murdered, he left us with nothing more than the truck, a battered pistol, and an old black coat. Valaina kept the pistol, and I kept the coat, and neither of us talk about how we picked them off his corpse before we ran. Keepsakes of a dead man are not instructions, and they’re certainly not a business plan. They won’t put food in our stomachs or keep the Huntsmen away. Smuggling magical artifacts is dangerous enough if you know what you’re doing, but despite me turning nineteen at the beginning of this year and Valaina being two years older, Averard always insisted we were too young to help him yet with the more particular aspects of the job. Val and I know the trade; we know how to sell. But acquisitions? Not under our purview. I tug open the Blackblood’s door, reaching high up its frame to pull myself inside. Valaina watches me struggle before stepping around the truck’s low-bellied trailer and throwing open the passenger-side door. She hops inside and wipes her sticky hands on her pants, then lifts her long legs and tucks them between the dashboard and the windshield. “Guess your seller’s not meeting us in Wallton,” she says.

I snort in response and start the engine. It rumbles to life beneath us—not anything that’d be mistaken for a purr like some of those fancy new flatbeds, or even the hum of a family’s personal car. The Blackblood sounds like a call to adventure. Like the rush of power through veins. “I get it, to be honest,” Valaina continues as I ease off the curb with a faint thu-thump. Families scatter as the Blackblood mounts the street. “Don’t know how anyone can stand to live this close to the Tidal Wall.” I peer out my side mirrors at the object in question. I wouldn’t say that Wallton’s built close to the Wall, but the black stone expanse rises hazy like a mountain across the whole horizon. It’s a barricade of sorts, one that divides our Arachnida Federation from the country of Tempestor. Far as I know, it was erected not twenty years back, when the Huntsmen attempted a hostile takeover of Tempestor. When their coup failed, Tempestor built that wall to keep the rest of us out. The Huntsmen trying to take Tempestor was peak foolishness, even though it must’ve made sense to their blood-addled minds. Tempestor’s a country of mages. Run by ’em. Can’t imagine any Huntsman’d stand to see such a place exist unopposed. The Arachnida Federation doesn’t have anything like a central government—too many little towns with too much space between them, connected by nothing but sand and sky—so the Huntsmen Order’s the closest thing we’ve got to an authority. Ostensibly, they uphold any laws agreed upon between settlements and keep the desert roads safe. But the truth is, the Huntsmen exist primarily to hunt what few free mages are left. Your average person tends to get shot if they approach too close to the Tidal Wall. Huntsmen tend to disappear without more than a bloodstain on the desert sand.

I snort in response and start the engine. It rumbles to life beneath us—not anything that’d be mistaken for a purr like some of those fancy new flatbeds, or even the hum of a family’s personal car. The Blackblood sounds like a call to adventure. Like the rush of power through veins. “I get it, to be honest,” Valaina continues as I ease off the curb with a faint thu-thump. Families scatter as the Blackblood mounts the street. “Don’t know how anyone can stand to live this close to the Tidal Wall.” I peer out my side mirrors at the object in question. I wouldn’t say that Wallton’s built close to the Wall, but the black stone expanse rises hazy like a mountain across the whole horizon. It’s a barricade of sorts, one that divides our Arachnida Federation from the country of Tempestor. Far as I know, it was erected not twenty years back, when the Huntsmen attempted a hostile takeover of Tempestor. When their coup failed, Tempestor built that wall to keep the rest of us out. The Huntsmen trying to take Tempestor was peak foolishness, even though it must’ve made sense to their blood-addled minds. Tempestor’s a country of mages. Run by ’em. Can’t imagine any Huntsman’d stand to see such a place exist unopposed. The Arachnida Federation doesn’t have anything like a central government—too many little towns with too much space between them, connected by nothing but sand and sky—so the Huntsmen Order’s the closest thing we’ve got to an authority. Ostensibly, they uphold any laws agreed upon between settlements and keep the desert roads safe. But the truth is, the Huntsmen exist primarily to hunt what few free mages are left. Your average person tends to get shot if they approach too close to the Tidal Wall. Huntsmen tend to disappear without more than a bloodstain on the desert sand.

Val and I came out to Wallton after Averard died, hoping it might prove a good place to lie low a while, take stock of what artifacts we’ve got in the trailer, and figure out a gameplan to keep business moving. But we can’t stay here forever. There’s too big a risk of getting comfortable. I cleave my attention to the road, trying not to get stray kids or dogs stuck under my front wheels. Red and pink streamers twist from the telephone wires above, and the clickity-clack of rabbit skulls sounds from strings on every brightly colored food stall. I stop for a parade of pedestrians tied together with a golden streamer around their waists, but as I rest my hand on my chin, my eyes meet those of a man across the crowd. Black eyes. Pitch black. He watches me with bored disdain, and I try not to sink in my seat. Huntsmen aren’t supposed to show their faces all the way out in Wallton. Have they forgotten how to fear the Tidal Wall? Or are they preparing for something? Valaina doesn’t notice him. Instead, she rummages in the space between her seat and her door, extracting a beat-up, dog-eared romance novel. She draws Averard’s pistol from her belt and deposits it on the seat between us, a more solid barrier than the Tidal Wall ever was. Been a month since Averard died, and near as long since Valaina and I’ve talked about anything other than business. I’m trying to navigate what it means to be captain of an enterprise I was never taught to lead, what it means to have lost the only parental figure I’ve ever known. I don’t have time to figure out what it means to be someone’s ex-girlfriend. “Huntsmen must be bored.” I nod toward the man as he slips past our window. “Not enough free mages left for them to hunt. Valaina returns to her book with little more than a glance at the Huntsman. Her shoulders shift as she tugs her long-sleeve shirt a little closer at the throat. “Dunno,” she says. “Still plenty out there.” We overcome the pedestrian traffic an…

Val and I came out to Wallton after Averard died, hoping it might prove a good place to lie low a while, take stock of what artifacts we’ve got in the trailer, and figure out a gameplan to keep business moving. But we can’t stay here forever. There’s too big a risk of getting comfortable. I cleave my attention to the road, trying not to get stray kids or dogs stuck under my front wheels. Red and pink streamers twist from the telephone wires above, and the clickity-clack of rabbit skulls sounds from strings on every brightly colored food stall. I stop for a parade of pedestrians tied together with a golden streamer around their waists, but as I rest my hand on my chin, my eyes meet those of a man across the crowd. Black eyes. Pitch black. He watches me with bored disdain, and I try not to sink in my seat. Huntsmen aren’t supposed to show their faces all the way out in Wallton. Have they forgotten how to fear the Tidal Wall? Or are they preparing for something? Valaina doesn’t notice him. Instead, she rummages in the space between her seat and her door, extracting a beat-up, dog-eared romance novel. She draws Averard’s pistol from her belt and deposits it on the seat between us, a more solid barrier than the Tidal Wall ever was. Been a month since Averard died, and near as long since Valaina and I’ve talked about anything other than business. I’m trying to navigate what it means to be captain of an enterprise I was never taught to lead, what it means to have lost the only parental figure I’ve ever known. I don’t have time to figure out what it means to be someone’s ex-girlfriend. “Huntsmen must be bored.” I nod toward the man as he slips past our window. “Not enough free mages left for them to hunt. Valaina returns to her book with little more than a glance at the Huntsman. Her shoulders shift as she tugs her long-sleeve shirt a little closer at the throat. “Dunno,” she says. “Still plenty out there.” We overcome the pedestrian traffic an…

Hey Bluesky! Read the first chapter of my debut novel, Blackblood, here! 🖤 📚💙 #booksky #readsky #readingcommunity #yabooks #queerbooks

31.07.2025 19:47 — 👍 3    🔁 1    💬 1    📌 0
Cover of BLACKBLOOD surrounded by trope arrows: found family; enemies-to-???; queer af; heists!; semi-trucks and the lesbians who drive them; dystopian bc fuck the government; gender is cool but have you ever tried stabbing someone?; magic is illegal but we're doing it anyway

Cover of BLACKBLOOD surrounded by trope arrows: found family; enemies-to-???; queer af; heists!; semi-trucks and the lesbians who drive them; dystopian bc fuck the government; gender is cool but have you ever tried stabbing someone?; magic is illegal but we're doing it anyway

I'm Kree Sullivan, and my debut novel, Blackblood, is available now! It's a queer, YA fantasy. I hope people check it out if it sounds appealing to them! Thank you for hosting 🥰

30.07.2025 13:13 — 👍 8    🔁 3    💬 0    📌 0
Excuse me random person on Fable this book was written in 1813, what exactly were you expecting??

Excuse me random person on Fable this book was written in 1813, what exactly were you expecting??

howlingggg @ ‘no spice’

Mr Darcy just put his hand on his chest and BLINKED. He is ASKANCE!

20.07.2025 19:21 — 👍 207    🔁 32    💬 19    📌 3
A text conversation: 1. Send immediately 2. OK I sent! 2. It's called The Infinite Library 2. Here is the pinterest 1. Omg I fucking LOVE 1. She looks cozy and gay 1. I love it 2. She's very cozy and very gay 1. Say less

A text conversation: 1. Send immediately 2. OK I sent! 2. It's called The Infinite Library 2. Here is the pinterest 1. Omg I fucking LOVE 1. She looks cozy and gay 1. I love it 2. She's very cozy and very gay 1. Say less

Hints about my WIP

19.07.2025 22:39 — 👍 0    🔁 0    💬 0    📌 0

I wiiiish 😭 Just my hometown B&N, I did a signing there and we had a few books leftover so they went up in the shelves. But thank you! It was a great moment and felt amazing

19.07.2025 22:15 — 👍 1    🔁 0    💬 0    📌 0
BLACKBLOOD on the shelf at Barnes & Noble

BLACKBLOOD on the shelf at Barnes & Noble

Me pointing at Blackblood on the shelf at Barnes & Noble

Me pointing at Blackblood on the shelf at Barnes & Noble

Dreams really do come true 😭 #booksky

19.07.2025 20:02 — 👍 8    🔁 1    💬 2    📌 0
Image text reads: Join me at Barnes & Noble at the Fair Lakes Promenade. July 19th | 12PM-3PM

Image text reads: Join me at Barnes & Noble at the Fair Lakes Promenade. July 19th | 12PM-3PM

Cover of BLACKBLOOD surrounded by trope arrows: found family; enemies-to-???; queer af; heists!; semi-trucks and the lesbians who drive them; dystopian bc fuck the government; gender is cool but have you ever tried stabbing someone?; magic is illegal but we're doing it anyway

Cover of BLACKBLOOD surrounded by trope arrows: found family; enemies-to-???; queer af; heists!; semi-trucks and the lesbians who drive them; dystopian bc fuck the government; gender is cool but have you ever tried stabbing someone?; magic is illegal but we're doing it anyway

Blackblood is a queer, young adult dystopian/fantasy set in a harsh desert country where magic has been outlawed. It follows Armina, captain of a semi-truck that smuggler illegal magical goods. One night, Armina finds a criminal mage stowing away aboard her truck, dripping their black blood onto the floor. The mage asks for Armina's help rescuing their mother from the corrupt government that has her held hostage. If that sounds like your jam, check out Blackblood, available online wherever books are sold! (Image has 2 QR codes, one linking to my website at www.kreesullivan.com, and the other linking to Blackblood's goodreads profile)

Blackblood is a queer, young adult dystopian/fantasy set in a harsh desert country where magic has been outlawed. It follows Armina, captain of a semi-truck that smuggler illegal magical goods. One night, Armina finds a criminal mage stowing away aboard her truck, dripping their black blood onto the floor. The mage asks for Armina's help rescuing their mother from the corrupt government that has her held hostage. If that sounds like your jam, check out Blackblood, available online wherever books are sold! (Image has 2 QR codes, one linking to my website at www.kreesullivan.com, and the other linking to Blackblood's goodreads profile)

TODAY IS THE DAY! I'll be at the Barnes & Noble in Fairfax with copies of Blackblood for sale and tons of free goodies. Stop on by if you're in the area, I'd love to chat! 📚💙 #booksky #northernvirginia #Fairfax #barnesandnoble

19.07.2025 11:37 — 👍 5    🔁 1    💬 0    📌 0

Thank you 🥰

18.07.2025 22:38 — 👍 1    🔁 0    💬 0    📌 0

Tomorrow is my Barnes & Noble event, and I'm just *vibrates out of my chair in excitement* #writesky #authorsky

18.07.2025 22:32 — 👍 4    🔁 0    💬 1    📌 0

My cover artist (Alexa Sharpe) isn't on bsky, but I do have art from the fantastic @neunian.bsky.social !!!They've been so supportive and brought my characters to life beautifully!

18.07.2025 21:54 — 👍 5    🔁 1    💬 1    📌 0
A picture of Canto from the novel Blackblood, they have black hair and are holding an open book while surrounded by a horse skull and stars

A picture of Canto from the novel Blackblood, they have black hair and are holding an open book while surrounded by a horse skull and stars

Art of Armina from the novel Blackblood. She has long brown hair and is leaning out a truck window

Art of Armina from the novel Blackblood. She has long brown hair and is leaning out a truck window

Art of Renn from the novel Blackblood. He had short blond hair and is surrounded by rock and holding a black sword

Art of Renn from the novel Blackblood. He had short blond hair and is surrounded by rock and holding a black sword

Working on turning these into new art cards 👀 #booksky #readsky #characterart

18.07.2025 17:45 — 👍 7    🔁 0    💬 0    📌 0

#authorsofbluesky !

Describe your syory/WIP in 6 emojis!!

#emojiday #authors

🚚🏜🩸🔮🗡

17.07.2025 17:23 — 👍 2    🔁 1    💬 0    📌 0
A male Viera from FFXIV

A male Viera from FFXIV

Akira is in bunny boy mode until cat girl returns for the next patch...he's so handsome (ignore his fit...its my M7S glam)😭😭 #ffxiv

16.07.2025 02:37 — 👍 1    🔁 0    💬 0    📌 0

SO soothing

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The cover of The Backyard Bird Chronicles by Amy Tan

The cover of The Backyard Bird Chronicles by Amy Tan

Currently reading The Backyard Bird Chronicles by Amy Tan! It's so unhinged in the best way

14.07.2025 21:50 — 👍 12    🔁 1    💬 2    📌 0
Cover for ‘Enlil and Aris: The Complete Collection by Rebecca Crunden’. Cover is purple, yellow and orange with white font. Image shows two silhouettes of men with a crow above them, the sun behind.

Cover for ‘Enlil and Aris: The Complete Collection by Rebecca Crunden’. Cover is purple, yellow and orange with white font. Image shows two silhouettes of men with a crow above them, the sun behind.

🧙 wild witches
🐦‍⬛ a crow (or two)
🔮 portal fantasy
🐈‍⬛ a cat who wanders in
👨‍❤️‍👨 true love
🗡️ revenge
👑 evil faeries

🔖 universal link: mybook.to/rlEOgP
💌 itch.io link: rebecca-crunden.itch.io/enlil-aris-t...
📖 goodreads: www.goodreads.com/book/show/23...

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13.07.2025 19:00 — 👍 37    🔁 24    💬 0    📌 1

You got it!! 💜

14.07.2025 14:13 — 👍 1    🔁 0    💬 1    📌 0
Handbound copies of The Courtesan's Eye

Handbound copies of The Courtesan's Eye

Handbound copies of The Courtesan's Eye

Handbound copies of The Courtesan's Eye

Handbound copies of The Courtesan's Eye

Handbound copies of The Courtesan's Eye

CONGRATULATIONS TO @hyerssmith FOR THE DEBUT OF THEIR NOVEL, THE COURTESAN'S EYE!

I made these handbound books for them to celebrate the release. I love making these for people, and now I've had the absolute delight to make them for friends 😍
#booksky #indieauthors #bookbinding #bookrecommendations

14.07.2025 13:24 — 👍 3    🔁 1    💬 1    📌 0

Thank you!! I hope you enjoy 😍

14.07.2025 00:30 — 👍 1    🔁 0    💬 0    📌 0

Yess 😍😍😍 library reads are the bessst

14.07.2025 00:30 — 👍 1    🔁 0    💬 0    📌 0
Cover of BLACKBLOOD surrounded by trope arrows: found family; enemies-to-???; queer af; heists!; semi-trucks and the lesbians who drive them; dystopian bc fuck the government; gender is cool but have you ever tried stabbing someone?; magic is illegal but we're doing it anyway

Cover of BLACKBLOOD surrounded by trope arrows: found family; enemies-to-???; queer af; heists!; semi-trucks and the lesbians who drive them; dystopian bc fuck the government; gender is cool but have you ever tried stabbing someone?; magic is illegal but we're doing it anyway

Blackblood is a queer, young adult dystopian/fantasy set in a harsh desert country where magic has been outlawed. It follows Armina, captain of a semi-truck that smuggler illegal magical goods. One night, Armina finds a criminal mage stowing away aboard her truck, dripping their black blood onto the floor. The mage asks for Armina's help rescuing their mother from the corrupt government that has her held hostage. If that sounds like your jam, check out Blackblood, available online wherever books are sold! (Image has 2 QR codes, one linking to my website at www.kreesullivan.com, and the other linking to Blackblood's goodreads profile)

Blackblood is a queer, young adult dystopian/fantasy set in a harsh desert country where magic has been outlawed. It follows Armina, captain of a semi-truck that smuggler illegal magical goods. One night, Armina finds a criminal mage stowing away aboard her truck, dripping their black blood onto the floor. The mage asks for Armina's help rescuing their mother from the corrupt government that has her held hostage. If that sounds like your jam, check out Blackblood, available online wherever books are sold! (Image has 2 QR codes, one linking to my website at www.kreesullivan.com, and the other linking to Blackblood's goodreads profile)

MAD MAX meets FULLMETAL ALCHEMIST in BLACKBLOOD, a diesel-fueled dystopian/fantasy about grief, revenge, and redemption #bluepit #bluepit📖 #ya #p #f #LGBT #ov

14.07.2025 00:00 — 👍 16    🔁 10    💬 1    📌 1

They really are! There is so much inspo here, the wildlife is beautiful

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A red squirrel eating seeds on a kayak

A red squirrel eating seeds on a kayak

Me at the beach!

Me at the beach!

The ocean, very foggy (feat. The lovely AM Sutter

The ocean, very foggy (feat. The lovely AM Sutter

Reading Amy Tan's Backyard Bird Chronicles on the deck

Reading Amy Tan's Backyard Bird Chronicles on the deck

More from my writers' retreat trip to Maine! It's our last day, and I'm so sad 😭 I've loved it here, and i hope I can come back again soon! #writesky #booksky #writingcommunity

13.07.2025 22:06 — 👍 3    🔁 0    💬 1    📌 0
Cover of BLACKBLOOD surrounded by trope arrows: found family; enemies-to-???; queer af; heists!; semi-trucks and the lesbians who drive them; dystopian bc fuck the government; gender is cool but have you ever tried stabbing someone?; magic is illegal but we're doing it anyway

Cover of BLACKBLOOD surrounded by trope arrows: found family; enemies-to-???; queer af; heists!; semi-trucks and the lesbians who drive them; dystopian bc fuck the government; gender is cool but have you ever tried stabbing someone?; magic is illegal but we're doing it anyway

Blackblood is a queer, young adult dystopian/fantasy set in a harsh desert country where magic has been outlawed. It follows Armina, captain of a semi-truck that smuggler illegal magical goods. One night, Armina finds a criminal mage stowing away aboard her truck, dripping their black blood onto the floor. The mage asks for Armina's help rescuing their mother from the corrupt government that has her held hostage. If that sounds like your jam, check out Blackblood, available online wherever books are sold! (Image has 2 QR codes, one linking to my website at www.kreesullivan.com, and the other linking to Blackblood's goodreads profile)

Blackblood is a queer, young adult dystopian/fantasy set in a harsh desert country where magic has been outlawed. It follows Armina, captain of a semi-truck that smuggler illegal magical goods. One night, Armina finds a criminal mage stowing away aboard her truck, dripping their black blood onto the floor. The mage asks for Armina's help rescuing their mother from the corrupt government that has her held hostage. If that sounds like your jam, check out Blackblood, available online wherever books are sold! (Image has 2 QR codes, one linking to my website at www.kreesullivan.com, and the other linking to Blackblood's goodreads profile)

MAD MAX meets FULLMETAL ALCHEMIST in a diesl-fueled dystopian/fantasy about grief, revenge, and redemption #bluepit 📖 #ya #p #f #LGBT #ov

13.07.2025 19:31 — 👍 23    🔁 9    💬 0    📌 0
Cover of BLACKBLOOD surrounded by trope arrows: found family; enemies-to-???; queer af; heists!; semi-trucks and the lesbians who drive them; dystopian bc fuck the government; gender is cool but have you ever tried stabbing someone?; magic is illegal but we're doing it anyway

Cover of BLACKBLOOD surrounded by trope arrows: found family; enemies-to-???; queer af; heists!; semi-trucks and the lesbians who drive them; dystopian bc fuck the government; gender is cool but have you ever tried stabbing someone?; magic is illegal but we're doing it anyway

Blackblood is a queer, young adult dystopian/fantasy set in a harsh desert country where magic has been outlawed. It follows Armina, captain of a semi-truck that smuggler illegal magical goods. One night, Armina finds a criminal mage stowing away aboard her truck, dripping their black blood onto the floor. The mage asks for Armina's help rescuing their mother from the corrupt government that has her held hostage. If that sounds like your jam, check out Blackblood, available online wherever books are sold! (Image has 2 QR codes, one linking to my website at www.kreesullivan.com, and the other linking to Blackblood's goodreads profile)

Blackblood is a queer, young adult dystopian/fantasy set in a harsh desert country where magic has been outlawed. It follows Armina, captain of a semi-truck that smuggler illegal magical goods. One night, Armina finds a criminal mage stowing away aboard her truck, dripping their black blood onto the floor. The mage asks for Armina's help rescuing their mother from the corrupt government that has her held hostage. If that sounds like your jam, check out Blackblood, available online wherever books are sold! (Image has 2 QR codes, one linking to my website at www.kreesullivan.com, and the other linking to Blackblood's goodreads profile)

MAD MAX meets FULLMETAL ALCHEMIST in BLACKBLOOD, a diesel-fueled dystopian/fantasy about grief, revenge, and redemption. #bluepit 📖 #ya #p #f #lgbt

13.07.2025 13:47 — 👍 29    🔁 11    💬 1    📌 0
Text reads: Join Me at Barnes & Noble at the Fair Lakes Promenade July 19th, 12PM -3PM

Text reads: Join Me at Barnes & Noble at the Fair Lakes Promenade July 19th, 12PM -3PM

One week until my B&N signing in Fairfax! I'll have all my usual goodies, plus books for sale! It would make me so happy if any readers are in the area and have time to stop in and say hi!

#booksky #readsky #bookevents #northernvirginia #indieauthor #indiebooks

12.07.2025 17:45 — 👍 2    🔁 0    💬 0    📌 0
The cover of Blackblood surrounded by tropes: found family; enemies-to-???; queer af; heists!; semi-trucks and the lesbians who drive them; dystopian bc fuck the government; gender is cool but have you ever tried stabbing someone; magic is illegal but we're doing it anyway

The cover of Blackblood surrounded by tropes: found family; enemies-to-???; queer af; heists!; semi-trucks and the lesbians who drive them; dystopian bc fuck the government; gender is cool but have you ever tried stabbing someone; magic is illegal but we're doing it anyway

What a cool day to read my book 📚💙 #booksky #readingcommunity #queerbooks #indiebooks #bookrecommendations

12.07.2025 00:34 — 👍 1    🔁 1    💬 0    📌 0

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