Lord help me....

How does she do it?

Welp. As I like to say, I'm not exactly picking out the flatware and starting a vision board here, but I'm one freaking arrow-catch away with this blue-eyed Silvan.

Also, consider how very like the Folded Earth political dynamics his role is in the opening of the series. I suspect we will see either Thranduil or Oropher (if we haven't already seen Oropher cut into living wood already), in this series. They've been looking over lands to the South of the Halls. And, I'm sure, been ignored by the rest of the Arda. As ever.

But, holy hot Arda! Smokin' Silvan!

(Folded Earth books - https://bit.ly/foldedseries | Thranduil inspired)

The Cardinal Machines Kickstarter

https://bit.ly/KickstartCM? There are 71 hours to go in this Book Kickstarter! I invite you to take a look through the Kickstarter page to see if the book rewards might be for you! Thank you! You'll find out a lot about who Zoey is (shown above), her struggles with anxiety and depression, and her world, then learn about human-like android 1-Ocean and where he fits into her life. I've also broken down the reward tiers on the page to make choosing one simpler for readers, and talked about why I brought this idea to Kickstarter.

Book Kickstarter!

I'm inviting the same Kickstarter-interested people who back indie comic books to take a look at this (pretty) new idea. I'm running a Kickstarter to combine my first 3 Cardinal Machines books into an omnibus, with a stretch goal of a map of the surrounding area of Noble California, on the lost coast of California! Please drop in and take a look!

3rd book in the Folded Series is released and available on Amazon! Here's a little trailer about book 3! Sound on for the full effect my lovely LoTR fans!

#IStandWithUkraine and with my Ukrainian artist friends, now in hiding.

Getting ready for Book Launch!

Making some adverts for the Tempered Fire book (the series is here https://bit.ly/foldedseries) that introduce people to the series. The graphics are different between them. Which do you like?

This is the Ora art.

And this is the Elf King.

Thanks!

Book 3 of the Folded Series (by Tracy Eire)

Just letting folks who are in the #LoTR, #Hobbit, and #Thranduil community know that Book 3 of the Folded series (inspired by the Mirkwood Royals fanfiction on FFN and A3O) is coming soon!

We have Ora (Buckmaster) on the cover here! And the book is currently with an excellent crop of 2nd readers (drawn from wonderful #TeamThranduil right here)! If you're interested see 1 & 2 at https://bit.ly/foldedseries, and if you like the stories and feel like doing so, please leave a review!

I had a great title and #coverreveal on Twitter. Please see my little video here!

https://twitter.com/i/status/1479993682598137858

Thank you and Happy Reading!

Where do I talk about books I'm writing?

Hi all! In case #readers are interested in hearing authorial thinking on books that are being written, specifically, the 3rd book in the Folded Earth series, I generally post about updates and teasers in my Book forum: https://www.tracyeire.site/forum/books/talking-about-the-3rd-book-in-folded-earth-series.

Ora looks amazing on these covers. I wonder if I should do a painting of the Elvenking if I do a box set.

3rd book of the Folded Earth Series underway.

Ora Buckmaster is the daughter of a Northern Keep famed for their delivering messages and supplies across glaciers, mountains, and snowpack alike. But while living in the low North to honour an oath, she encounters the Council of the local collection of towns, and they have the unique need for a woman to carry a message into nearby mountains. The only problem? She's been directed to drop it off with a mythical race of beings most of humanity don't believe exists.

The fabled Lock-Maker King of this race may be the key to delivering the low North towns from disaster, in more ways than one.

LEGENDS NEVER DIE

https://bit.ly/vellalegends

Sometime during the night Prior Rigellia took a turn for the worse, and the entire Priory of Vridome were summoned away in the final hours of their work to attend at her bedside. This was a massive undertaking, as Vridome was considerably vast. The land sprawled across frozen tundra to the North and down into humid swamps somewhere to the South. Thus, the undertaking was considerable. Shean Aldain brought them together, and the naming of her name was written down in the Great Books for the first time.

In the way of momentous events, the people of Vridome remembered where they were when Heralds arrived to Criers, and Criers read aloud, and stomped and wailed the unwelcome news that Prior Rigellia, the Red Star and the Black Pin, the Grand Prelate of the North, First Guardian of the Temple of Vridome, was on her deathbed. Across Vridome, vigils began in town squares, in town circles, in library temples, in fields, and cowsheds, at fish wheels, and fish weirs alike. The grey flags rose. Travelers on the land stopped when they heard of it. Heralds girded against the cold found a peak or vale or any place where they could watch the comings and goings of the sun and the moon.

In Vridome, luminaries and commoners alike joined together to wait for the unwanted news of the passing of P. Rigellia Bone. She'd been abroad for over 600 years on the land. Most of mankind had never known Vridome without har hand at, or near, the helm of the great battleship sailing across the sky, which was how they often spoke of the country itself.

She was well thought-of in her age, even if her younger years had been full of controversy.

Shean Aldain had no time to dwell on her feelings while all of this was happening.

She'd been busy that day. That… year.

In fact, Shean had been bustling between her office desk, and her holy library when she'd been handed a slip of paper by a grey-faced Red-Star Herald. She'd had three city secretaries following her, really, biting at her like grass ticks, if she thought about it. Shean was busy enough without them. Though, she often reminded herself, they did important jobs well. She'd unfolded the paper and stopped in her tracks in the threshold of the wooden double-doorway.

Now, as a young woman working in the bastille of Vridome, the Clock of Vridome as it was sometimes called, Shean was well aware of the kind of behaviours that were considered societally acceptable for her. Clapping a hand over her mouth and breaking into sobs wasn't worth discussing. She was a Knight. She read it and froze motionless, to protect herself.

Alba, off to her right, stopped talking at once. Which made sense. Alba was a star-witch, and even at her young age, she was headed for greatness. There were some who thought that Alba Mene would be, one day, what Rigellia was—though those people were often laughed off since dark-haired Alba was considered too vain by some, too mouthy by others, and too sarcastic for most people to believe it possible. "Knight Aldain, what is it?" She asked unheard.

Next to react was the insightful young lord Shean had come to meet with. He was sitting in her library, which was the only place he would agree to meet. Loosely affiliated with the Priory of Vridome, Kaels Wister stood up from the high-backed lounger in which he—and all his fineries—waited. He smoothed his often fly-away black hair down and stood impressively still. He could sense that something had really gone wrong this time. And he, who was often up some cleverness on behalf of the Wister gens—the kinship group of Wister—didn't even risk moving before he had some idea what he was now up against. Shean's eyes darted up at him, Because he's a smart rich-boy, Kaels…. And his half-brother Kellus was rumoured to be much, much worse.

Continued: https://bit.ly/vellalegends The first 3 episodes of Vella stories are free! This is episode 1 of Legends Never Die, my Kindle Vella story.