Isabel Grace (is agented)

Did someone say character art?! I can’t say enough how much I love this piece for my gothic romantic fantasy novel Scale — hopefully going on sub in 2026!

Thanks so much! 😍

🖤 Gothic romantasy
🖤 Lovers to enemies
🖤 Unique twist on wyverns
🖤 Chosen one as the villain
🖤 Disabled FMC
🖤 Heists and found family
🖤 Politics, prophecies, corruption and betrayal
🖤 Female rage
🖤 Multi POV
🖤 Queernorm world

#NA #RF #WIPPIT

Annora Rainecourt would do anything for the boy she loves - the kingdom's saviour - including defying her low-born status and the nobles who scorn her false arm to prove herself worthy. But on the eve of their wedding, Lucan betrays her, and she can't fathom why. So she escapes into the night, her life of sweet smiles and unfaltering loyalty shattered. Madoc Emory is running out of time. If he can't repay the loan on his tavern, his crew - the only family he has - loses everything. So when a beautiful, intriguing maiden appears begging for help in exchange for payment, he jumps at the chance. Problem is, she wants revenge against the untouchable. The Prince's favoured, and the man prophesied to restore magic to the realm thanks to his discovery of Scale, a weapon forged from wyvern hide. Still, Madoc's desperate and Annora impossible to deny, so they strike a deal. His crew will infiltrate Lucan's empire, and tear him down. But when they uncover a horrifying truth at the heart of Scale, Annora is faced with a choice. Vengeance, or justice. And changing paths may just unravel her fragile bond with the misunderstood Madoc, and the prophecy her entire kingdom relies on.

Comp titles: House of the Dragon, A Fate Forged in Fire, The Knight and the Moth, Throne of Glass, Six of Crows, A Tempest of Tea

Excerpt: Most brides would think a storm on the eve of their wedding an omen, but for Annora Rainecourt it was the greatest blessing she could receive. Because a storm meant chance of a sighting. And what could be more thrilling than that? She scoured the skies as lightning flashed, illuminating the distant castle and the manor dwellings around it in a shock of monochrome clarity, and there — beyond the turrets — she saw her first of the night. Thin membrane, spindly tendon and bone, that unfathomable combination of sharp claws and curved edges, swiftly flying through slick rain and thick cloud until the darkness crowded in again and she lost it. Annora smiled to herself. They always liked storms. The wyverns. “They’re quiet tonight,” she said, staring out of the lancet window as rain lashed against the panes. Lucan rolled on the bed to face her, the sheets draped between his legs as if she hadn’t been privy to what was beneath them moments ago. “Or perhaps they’re beyond sight,” he said, and ran a hand through long, light hair, pushing it back from his slim face. “The view from here is perfect,” she murmured, frowning. Lucan’s manor was on the outskirts of Gaet, the small city of Vlintlann that was home to the nobility and merchant class. The east window of his bedchamber had one of the best views of the kingdom. To the north, Annora could see the long carriageway curving round from the front entrance of the manor to the cobbled road that led to the royal castle — its sharp turrets spearing through mist like the teeth of beasts. To the south, past the gardens and a small stretch of woodland, were the mountains. The looming black rock surrounded most of Vlintlann, bar the stretch of land where the border with Coperlann and The Disputed laid. And to the east, in the distance, Annora could see the shimmering lights from the cramped streets of The Bowl, the town where those without riches in Vlintlann lived. Her old home, once upon a time.

Scale

Introducing Scale 🗡️

Betrayed on the eve of her wedding, Annora enlists charming criminal Madoc to enact her revenge, but when her quest unravels the truth of a trade in wyvern scale and a long-awaited prophecy, she must choose between vengeance and justice.

Gothic #NA #RF on sub in 2026 #WIPPIT

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Annora Rainecourt would do anything for the boy she loves — the kingdom’s saviour — including defying her low-born status and the nobles who scorn her false arm to prove herself worthy. But on the eve of their wedding Lucan betrays her, and she can’t fathom why. So she escapes into the night, her life of sweet smiles and unfaltering loyalty shattered. Madoc Emery is running out of time. If he can’t repay the loan on his tavern, his crew — the only family he has — loses everything. So when a beautiful, intriguing maiden appears begging for help in exchange for payment, he jumps at the chance. Problem is, she wants revenge against the untouchable. The Prince’s favoured, and the man prophesied to restore magic to the realm thanks to his discovery of Scale, a weapon forged from wyvern hide. Still, Madoc’s desperate, and Annora impossible to deny, so they strike a deal. His crew will infiltrate Lucan’s empire, and tear him down. But when they uncover a horrifying truth at the heart of Scale, Annora is faced with a choice. Vengeance, or justice. And changing paths may just unravel her fragile bond with the misunderstood Madoc, and the prophecy her entire kingdom relies on.

Most brides would think a storm on the eve of their wedding an omen, but for Annora Rainecourt it was the greatest blessing she could receive. Because a storm meant chance of a sighting. And what could be more thrilling than that? She scoured the skies as lightning flashed, illuminating the distant castle and the manor dwellings around it in a shock of monochrome clarity, and there — beyond the turrets — she saw her first of the night. Thin membrane, spindly tendon and bone, that unfathomable combination of sharp claws and curved edges, swiftly flying through slick rain and thick cloud until the darkness crowded in again and she lost it. Annora smiled to herself. They always liked storms. The wyverns.

So excited to announce that I’m now represented by Lauren Gardner at @belllomaxmoreton.bsky.social!

Editors looking for a gothic romantasy with a unique twist on wyverns, a disabled FMC, lovers to enemies and a chosen one as the villain, watch out for SCALE coming soon... 👀

🖤 Gothic romantic fantasy
🖤 Disabled FMC
🖤 Quest for revenge
🖤 Lovers to enemies
🖤 Chosen one is the villain
🖤 Found family
🖤 Wyverns
🖤 Queernorm world
🖤 Multi POV
🖤 Found family
🖤 Vengeance vs Justice
🖤 Female rage

Scale

Annora Rainecourt would do anything for the boy she loves — the kingdom’s saviour — including defying her low-born status and the nobles who scorn her false arm to prove herself worthy. But on the eve of their wedding Lucan betrays her, and she can’t fathom why. So she escapes into the night, her life of sweet smiles and unfaltering loyalty shattered. Madoc Emery is running out of time. If he can’t repay the loan on his tavern, his crew — the only family he has — loses everything. So when a beautiful, intriguing maiden appears begging for help in exchange for payment, he jumps at the chance. Problem is, she wants revenge against the untouchable. The Prince’s favoured, and the man prophesied to restore magic to the realm thanks to his discovery of Scale, a weapon forged from wyvern hide. Still, Madoc’s desperate, and Annora impossible to deny, so they strike a deal. His crew will infiltrate Lucan’s empire, and tear him down. But when they uncover a horrifying truth at the heart of Scale, Annora is faced with a choice. Vengeance, or justice. And changing paths may just unravel her fragile bond with the misunderstood Madoc, and the prophecy her entire kingdom relies on.

Comp titles: House of the Dragon, A Fate Forged in Fire, The Knight and the Moth, Throne of Glass, Six of Crows, A Tempest of Tea

Most brides would think a storm on the eve of their wedding an omen, but for Annora Rainecourt it was the greatest blessing she could receive. Because a storm meant chance of a sighting. And what could be more thrilling than that? She scoured the skies as lightning flashed, illuminating the distant castle and the manor dwellings around it in a shock of monochrome clarity, and there — beyond the turrets — she saw her first of the night. Thin membrane, spindly tendon and bone, that unfathomable combination of sharp claws and curved edges, swiftly flying through slick rain and thick cloud until the darkness crowded in again and she lost it. Annora smiled to herself. They always liked storms. The wyverns. “They’re quiet tonight,” she said, staring out of the lancet window as rain lashed against the panes. Lucan rolled on the bed to face her, the sheets draped between his legs as if she hadn’t been privy to what was beneath them moments ago. “Or perhaps they’re beyond sight,” he said, and ran a hand through long, light hair, pushing it back from his slim face. “The view from here is perfect,” she murmured, frowning. Lucan’s manor was on the outskirts of Gaet, the small city of Vlintlann that was home to the nobility and merchant class. The east window of his bedchamber had one of the best views of the Kingdom. To the north, Annora could see the long carriageway curving round from the front entrance of the manor to the cobbled road that led to the royal castle — its sharp turrets spearing through mist like the teeth of beasts. To the south, past the gardens and small stretch of woodland were the mountains. The looming black rock surrounded the entirety of Vlintlann, bar the stretch of land where the castle sat. Beyond that was the border with Coperlann and The Disputed. And to the east, in the distance, the shimmering lights from the cramped streets of The Bowl, where those without riches in Vlintlann lived. Her old home, once upon a time.

Betrayed on the eve of her wedding, Annora enlists charming criminal Madoc to enact her revenge, but when her quest unravels the truth of a trade in wyvern scale and a long awaited prophecy, Annora must choose between vengeance and justice.

#QuestPit #W #RF soon to be #AG + hopefully #OS in 2026!

Thank you so much! This story has such a special place in my heart x

Thank you! I am having so much fun writing this story

Annora Rainecourt would do anything for the boy she loves — the kingdom’s saviour — including defying her low-born status and the nobles who scorn her false arm to prove herself worthy. But on the eve of their wedding Lucan betrays her, and she can’t fathom why. So she escapes into the night, her life of sweet smiles and unfaltering loyalty shattered. Madoc Emery is running out of time. If he can’t repay the loan on his tavern, his crew — the only family he has — loses everything. So when a beautiful, intriguing maiden appears begging for help in exchange for payment, he jumps at the chance. Problem is, she wants revenge against the untouchable. The Prince’s favoured, and the man prophesied to restore magic to the realm thanks to his discovery of Scale, a weapon forged from wyvern hide. Still, Madoc’s desperate, and Annora impossible to deny, so they strike a deal. His crew will infiltrate Lucan’s empire, and tear him down. But when they uncover a horrifying truth at the heart of Scale, Annora is faced with a choice. Vengeance, or justice. And changing paths may just unravel her fragile bond with the misunderstood Madoc, and the prophecy her entire kingdom relies on.

Comp titles: House of the Dragon, A Fate Forged in Fire, The Knight and the Moth, Throne of Glass, Six of Crows, A Tempest of Tea

Most brides would think a storm on the eve of their wedding an omen, but for Annora Rainecourt it was the greatest blessing she could receive. Because a storm meant chance of a sighting. And what could be more thrilling than that? She scoured the skies as lightning flashed, illuminating the distant castle and the manor dwellings around it in a shock of monochrome clarity, and there — beyond the turrets — she saw her first of the night. Thin membrane, spindly tendon and bone, that unfathomable combination of sharp claws and curved edges, swiftly flying through slick rain and thick cloud until the darkness crowded in again and she lost it. Annora smiled to herself. They always liked storms. The wyverns. “They’re quiet tonight,” she said, staring out of the lancet window as rain lashed against the panes. Lucan rolled on the bed to face her, the sheets draped between his legs as if she hadn’t been privy to what was beneath them moments ago. “Or perhaps they’re beyond sight,” he said, and ran a hand through long, light hair, pushing it back from his slim face. “The view from here is perfect,” she murmured, frowning. Lucan’s manor was on the outskirts of Gaet, the small city of Vlintlann that was home to the nobility and merchant class. The east window of his bedchamber had one of the best views of the Kingdom. To the north, Annora could see the long carriageway curving round from the front entrance of the manor to the cobbled road that led to the royal castle — its sharp turrets spearing through mist like the teeth of beasts. To the south, past the gardens and small stretch of woodland were the mountains. The looming black rock surrounded the entirety of Vlintlann, bar the stretch of land where the castle sat. Beyond that was the border with Coperlann and The Disputed. And to the east, in the distance, the shimmering lights from the cramped streets of The Bowl, where those without riches in Vlintlann lived. Her old home, once upon a time.

Introducing Scale 🐉

🖤 Gothic romantic fantasy
🖤 Disabled FMC
🖤 Quest for revenge
🖤 Lovers to enemies
🖤 Chosen one is the villain
🖤 Found family
🖤 Wyverns
🖤 Queernorm world
🖤 Multi POV
🖤 Found family
🖤 Vengeance vs Justice
🖤 Female rage

#QuestPit #RF #W soon to be #AG and hopefully #OS in 2026!

Annora Rainecourt would do anything for the boy she loves — the kingdom’s saviour — including defying her low-born status and the nobles who scorn her false arm to prove herself worthy. But on the eve of their wedding Lucan betrays her, and she can’t fathom why. So she escapes into the night, her life of sweet smiles and unfaltering loyalty shattered. Madoc Emery is running out of time. If he can’t repay the loan on his tavern, his crew — the only family he has — loses everything. So when a beautiful, intriguing maiden appears begging for help in exchange for payment, he jumps at the chance. Problem is, she wants revenge against the untouchable. The Prince’s favoured, and the man prophesied to restore magic to the realm thanks to his discovery of Scale, a weapon forged from wyvern hide. Still, Madoc’s desperate, and Annora impossible to deny, so they strike a deal. His crew will infiltrate Lucan’s empire, and tear him down. But when they uncover a horrifying truth at the heart of Scale, Annora is faced with a choice. Vengeance, or justice. And changing paths may just unravel her fragile bond with the misunderstood Madoc, and the prophecy her entire kingdom relies on.

Comp titles: House of the Dragon, A Fate Forged in Fire, The Knight and the Moth, Throne of Glass, Six of Crows, A Tempest of Tea

Most brides would think a storm on the eve of their wedding an omen, but for Annora Rainecourt it was the greatest blessing she could receive. Because a storm meant chance of a sighting. And what could be more thrilling than that? She scoured the skies as lightning flashed, illuminating the distant castle and the manor dwellings around it in a shock of monochrome clarity, and there — beyond the turrets — she saw her first of the night. Thin membrane, spindly tendon and bone, that unfathomable combination of sharp claws and curved edges, swiftly flying through slick rain and thick cloud until the darkness crowded in again and she lost it. Annora smiled to herself. They always liked storms. The wyverns. “They’re quiet tonight,” she said, staring out of the lancet window as rain lashed against the panes. Lucan rolled on the bed to face her, the sheets draped between his legs as if she hadn’t been privy to what was beneath them moments ago. “Or perhaps they’re beyond sight,” he said, and ran a hand through long, light hair, pushing it back from his slim face. “The view from here is perfect,” she murmured, frowning.

When Annora's betrayed, she enlists the help of criminal Madoc to enact her revenge, but when her quest unravels the truth of a trade in wyvern scale and a long awaited prophecy, she must choose between vengeance and justice.

#QuestPit #RF #W soon to be #AG and hopefully #OS in 2026!

Oooh I have a sneaking suspicion this may be mine, but even if not, definitely some lessons here that I'm applying to my pitch and opening pages! Guess that's the fun of an event like this 😄

Today has been a whirlwind. Good news hopefully coming very soon!

So excited that my query was picked at random for #RevPit #10Queries ! Excited for the 24th to hear the feedback 😀

@reviseresub.bsky.social I just entered #RevPit #10Queries. Enter now for a chance to win free feedback on your query and 1st 5 pages :)

Runelight Burning: torturous slow burn, inspiration from Norse mythology and ancient Rome, so much yearning, rune magic with four disciplines, she's the anti-hero, he's the moral compass, queernorm world

Blurb: Tensions between mortals and the magic-wielding Àlfr are escalating across Hafvangr. Aelia, a mixed-blood smuggler, has no interest in choosing sides. She just wants to keep her business afloat and her father fed. But when a deal goes sideways, she unleashes a blaze of magic—Runelight—and puts herself centre stage. With a Runelight that echoes a forgotten power of the Sun Goddess, she marks herself as the key to unravelling an enchanted border between realms that’s stopping the mortal army marching. The mortal Emperor is determined to claim her as a weapon, so Aelia strikes a deal with Cahír, a mercenary tied to the road in search of a lost loved one. Cahír, a pure-blood Àlfr like the mother who abandoned her, is the last person Aelia wants to trust. But she needs the cold yet annoyingly principled magic-wielder to help her cross the border and disappear, and he needs coin to continue his search. Neither expects their alliance to spark something more. But as soldiers close in and war looms, Aelia must decide: to hide her magic beyond the border and abandon Cahír to his quest, or wield the Runelight she fears to stay with him on dangerous roads—and risk becoming a pawn in a war that was never hers to fight.

It combines the intricate worldbuilding of A Fate Inked in Blood, with the slow-burn romance of The Knight and the Moth, and exploration of conflicted loyalties in Faebound.

Excerpt: “Because you Àlfr are the picture of morality, right?” Fire swept through me and I let it consume my flesh and scorch my bones – vanquishing the rot inside as it went. Who was he to talk to me like this? “Banning us from your precious realm so we don’t taint your bloodlines. So us filthy mixed-bloods don’t dilute your Runelight. Bet that’s why you got paid so much for this job, huh? You couldn’t face protecting some Hálfr scum unless the compensation made it worth your while.” Venom-soaked laughter poured from me. “Don’t talk to me as if you’re any better than the rest of them.” My fire ignited a blaze in him. It caught in his eyes, someplace where the roots buried deep. “You don’t know anything about me,” he said, with a quiet intensity that stopped my breath. An inexplicable hurt I couldn’t shy away from. The wind howled, driving sheets of rain into the hollow. “Says the mercenary.” I hurled the insult at him to quiet the drumbeat of my heart, smashing against my rib cage. “Says the smuggler,” he bit back

An #agentsguide for my forced proximity romantasy with Norse-inspired rune magic, queer rep, and a morally grey FMC.

#amquerying #romantasy #NA

Tinder bio: Aelia, 26. Location: Gloriana, Halfr Quarter (obviously) Can get my hands on enchanted objects - for a price. Message me for deets. Hook ups ONLY. Must be good with your hands. Not interested in clingy losers.

Tinder bio: Cahir, 118. Location none of your business. Mercenary. Not looking for anything serious. Actually, not looking for anything full stop. Don't message me.

Spoiler alert. They're both grumpy and annoying.

He's cold but moral.
She's selfish (unless you're her ride or die, then she's loyal as f**k).

Obviously they have the hots for each other.

Currently querying. 3 fulls out.

#UnhingedPit #NA #F #R #Q

Updated #agentguide for Runelight Burning. Currently has 3 full requests out!

In a world where mortals and Àlfr, wielders of magic, are on the brink of war, a mixed-blood smuggler strikes a deal with a mercenary to steal herself across realms and prevent her magic becoming a weapon.

Want something different to fae / vampires / werewolves?

Let me introduce you to Àlfr! Inspired by Norse Elves, Àlfr wield magic known as Runelight, and channel it through one of four runes, which grant them different abilities: strength, enchantment, healing or elemental creation.

#amquerying

3 fulls currently out in the world. Nervous to hear back is understatement! #amquerying #querytrenches #litagents

Introducing RUNELIGHT BURNING

A romantic high fantasy adventure set in a Norse and Roman inspired world, where a smuggler strikes a deal with a mercenary to steal herself across realms and prevent her rune magic becoming a weapon of war - if it doesn't consume her first.

#AgentsGuide #AmQuerying

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