We interrupt the regular Thursday programming (see: Can’t Catch Me Now) to bring more news about After Forever Falls Apart, book two in the Death Magic Duology. It’s out! Yay! Over the coming days, it’ll be available as an ebook on more online stores (for example: Bookshop.org). However, I’m still working on getting the bookContinue reading “Full Transparency”
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“After Forever Falls Apart” is almost here
The sequel to Graveyard of Lullabies is almost here! A few more days, and the ebook will be available to purchase at most online bookstores. The story is like if TJ Klune’s book The Bones Beneath My Skin met autistic necromancer. Or if Tamsyn Muir’s Locked Tomb series took place in a tundra instead ofContinue reading ““After Forever Falls Apart” is almost here”
Inupiaq numbers
For a fun, subtle tidbit in After Forever Falls Apart (the upcoming sequel to Graveyard of Lullabies), I added some Inupiaq (or Iñupiaq) numerals to some sections of the book. Not for the chapter numbers themselves, but…it’ll make sense once you see it. In the meantime, here’s some fun facts about Inupiaq numerals: It’s actuallyContinue reading “Inupiaq numbers”
New Sequel Incoming
Juice
In a bottle, out the tap, I got this juicy goo in my veins. Whole stop. Gummy mummy waxing effigy, midnight the museum move like molasses statue sneak self-robbery or self-delivery. Goal stop. Hold the field’s revolution, take the cake claim the game, drink the juice jugo sluice open gates red punch river feed theContinue reading “Juice”
moon wave
I didn’t want anyone to adopt me, I could take care of myself just fine probably. Or at least I’d made it this far. But I sort of wanted what
teenage turtles
Feelin a li’l silly, let’s mutate these ninja names, Donatello don’t tell ’em Raphael raft fell Leonardo lean cardio Michelangelo might kill angel’s glow — they were gonna raft downriver but now they gotta hike — don’t tell ’em the raft fell yet, the lean cardio might kill Angel’s glow *** find my published booksContinue reading “teenage turtles”
or (to the shore line)
The grass, trees, vines and algae left hardly any room for rune drawing so I ended up walking/crawling
clock/night watch
I watch the clock like a hawk, stressed for the alarm to blare; it doesn’t care that it scares away the mice in the nightmare nice but there in the sleep stare at least I don’t have to climb out of bed sleep-deprived and go to work for another greedy jerk to take credit forContinue reading “clock/night watch”
Jordyn Saelor 