Daniel! Hi! And thank you!! He's the best doggo, ain't he?
And on that note, if you're nominating for poetry, I've got links for you!
I have several poems that I am very proud of, including the one I co-wrote with the darling @kambriel.com.
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(I wrote more about that on my sub stack and like, you can read it there.
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And it is also a tribute to friends who don't give on you, who keep you safe when the black dog howls your name.
The book deals heavily with suicidal ideations and surviving with that grief, of figuring out how to survive with death no longer a hypothetical.
This is probably the quietest thing I've ever written: it's about a woman who opens the door one morning and finds the black dog of her death outside and well, what happens after.
Emerging from hiatus to do a belated cover drop here too. FIND ME WHERE IT ENDS is my next novella and the very first book that I've written that contains no gore.
Not a drop.
(Maybe someone getting bitten by a protective doggo BUT)
She's also a card magician because I'm intent on being able to perform again by the end of the year and this will give me a lot of reason to practice. I can't just do card springs and nothing else. D:
SURPRISE.
Watch me play as a card magician who somehow keeps summoning fox spirits into her skin.
(I remain firmly Not on Bluesky otherwise. Find me on Instagram damnit)
Emerging from hiatus to briefly say I'm going to be on tour for the release of The Library at Hellebore. I hope to see some of y'all on the road
(All my love to @alwayscoffee.bsky.social for making this graphic)
Oh my goodness. *Blush*
This week, we were joined by author of the Tarkir: Dragonstorm main set story, @casskhaw.bsky.social! We talk about writing Narset, Elspeth, the deeply depressed cat dad Ajani, and of course the best dragon of them all.
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Hehehe
("Flesh. Mechas?" "I said what I said.")
If you enjoyed the horror in my Tarkir stories, you might enjoy the horror in this one because well, we got everything from a haruspex who uses his own viscera to uh, semiconsensual flesh mechas.
Shamelessly slinking back in for a sec before I check back out of bluesky indefinitely to say that there is a preview of my upcoming book The Library at Hellebore that you can download!
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Ajfhskdf ahahahah
NARSET \O/
im done for now, sarkhan slipping into taigam's black magic
#MTGDragonstorm
Q___Q
HE NOT DEAD
Omg
Happily! :D
Thank you!
I can't stop laughing at your description of her response oh my god
Not me frantically pawing at bluesky going wtf character count goddamnit
Thank you <333
With these stories, I wanted to explore all of that a little. All the ways our cast is wrestling with their own individual griefs. The positive and negative expressions. What we'd do. Who we become in the wake of it all.
It can make us unable to see what we have, unable to live, because all we have is that pain and only that pain, and we burn and we burn until it turns everything around us to ashes.
We also sometimes *break* and that grief, that pain, becomes a parasite that eats at everything that we are, twists our soul. It can make even the best of us monsters because sometimes, we end up feeling like there's no way to soften the pain except to hurt something else.
