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”
scarlet
Never as simple as it seems, they found me following them by my panting breaths and noisy footsteps—maybe a good thing, since even with speed runes, I was dehydrating
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”
meet
I built a house of burnt logs in the remnants of the town and every night I went to the lake to try to make up runes for chasing and hurting,
duel of my bleed
In the duel of the creed, may this dance be our seed, if it’s cruel take the deed make a stance, stop the bleed; hold the distance, grow an ash tree take a moonshot, steal the sunbeam, like a fool in the sea under blue silent scream needed rue just to breathe lungs all gluedContinue reading “duel of my bleed”
with the water/moon
In the rains, what do dracans do? They open their mouths and drink
money money
How much do you cost to be alive? Every drink a dollar bill, every bite more dollar bills, every shelter dollar bills, every trip more dollah bills, cellular fills sunken hills cost of pills, my life’s a time crunched jar of moments, grimy hands wipe me out, I grime my hands spending my time beggingContinue reading “money money”
outlast what lasts forever
With lightning from their tails, they set the plant food haze aflame, behind lightning from spiked tails
Jordyn Saelor 