fantasy – Jordyn Saelor

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.

previous part: https://jordynsaelor.com/2025/10/03/hunger-of-the-things/ all parts: https://jordynsaelor.com/cant-catch-me-now/ *** “It burns!” the upper blanket squealed. “Run!” the middle blanket cried. “Clargor fristhimnba–” the lower blanket hissed, then they all vanished from my back so I could see everything. The trees moved. Roots thrust up from the ground to stab back down and pull their trunks through theContinue reading “squeal of the things”

Hunger of the things

I tried to avoid getting near the trees, but the further we walked, the closer they got and I wasn’t about to go back to the demon door

Like a Vibe in a First Draft

This poem is something I wrote at the beginning of the 1st draft of So Speaks the Ruinous Light (the book I just published… Which can be found at this link

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.”