books – Jordyn Saelor

air fed

I tore at my sleeve with my teeth and got some gray thread to unravel and ripped it off the garment, then I got the whole string wet and stuck it on the wall

Can’t ever get warm inside, can’t it ever get me warm inside? I go feasting on dreams that fail to fill my belly, I go feasting on conversations and spinning discourses that only turn me dizzy, some people are more down for a debate than a decision; in this divide, there’s dreamers or there’s doers,Continue reading “Winterbound”

bed

I came to in a bed of rough feathers under an orange sky–dark orange, basically brown, streaked with red, because dust clouded the air.

A Character’s Personality

Hey guess what I’m doing right now

It’s Halloween this week. And fittingly for the season, I’m editing the sequel to Graveyard of Lullabies.

The Book Is Ready

Remember when I was like, “Ah yes, I’m aiming to have this book published by the end of August?” Then remember how that didn’t happen? Well here we are almost a month later, and So Speaks the Ruinous Light is finally ready! Today I skimmed through the proof copy, then approved it for distribution onContinue reading “The Book Is Ready”

out the door

I am grateful for Simone burning my hair off so it didn’t end up as stone, I am grateful for my sea god genes so only

to break a curse

The rats and I had agreed I would break their curse and they’d let me free. Of course, they never

in 3 years’ time

in three years I think I aged twenty, from a little girl to a teen in ratty clothing and poorly brushed hair. But I learned runes,

Ruse/never lose

“It seems we’re at an impasse,” the blankets told the rats, “I won’t free you until you promise to let us out that door.”