[BANGS POTS AND PANS] IT’S FINALLY HAPPENING, Y’ALL.
So in case you didn’t know, I’m going to have a novel out sometime towards the end of this yearIT’S OUT NOW.Elegy is volume one of the Magpie Ballads, an original m/m romance/fantasy duology. If you like snarky antiheroes, Machiavellian lesbians, and the enemies-to-lovers trope, this will probably be right up your alley.
HERE, HAVE A BLURB.
The Governor of Cassarah is dead. All signs point towards foul play by his old enemy, the Queen of Sarei. The burden of revenge falls on his son, the actor, soldier, and notorious trickster Savonn Silvertongue, whose methods are as flamboyant as they are cruel.
But Savonn harbours secrets from his own mischievous past. And he faces ruin as his greatest adversary–the beautiful, ruthless diviner known only as the Empath–threatens to bring them to light.
Meanwhile, Savonn’s best friend Iyone Safin wages her own deadly battle of wits to stop a string of unexplained accidents, protect the woman she loves, and ultimately, to save Cassarah from the Saraians.
GET TO KNOW THE CHARACTERS, WHILE YOU’RE AT IT.
Savonn: professional little shit whose hobbies include taking the piss out of old white dudes in power & being surrounded by homoerotic subtext/actual text wherever he goes
Iyone: troll of the century; equal parts byzantine schemes and inopportune black humour (feelings? what are feelings?)
Hiraen: [insert every gif of sebastian stan crying ever]
Shandei: walking disaster who will throw you out the window if you cross her (unless you’re hot, in which case she will talk too much, accidentally give away a state secret or two, and then throw you out the window)
Emaris: would be an endearingly doe-eyed sidekick if he could only decide whose sidekick he was
I am SUPER excited about this and can’t wait to share it with all of you!
I CANNOT DO THIS I AM GOING TO FAIL. I AM GOING TO GET LAST CHAIR! Wait, no I won't. I won't get last chair I am noT EVEN GOING TO GET A CHAIR BECAUSE I SUCK SO BAD. I AM GOING TO BE FIRST FLOOR. EXCEPT I WON'T EVEN BE FIRST I'M GOING TO GET 11TH CHAIR FLOOR
What kind of Psychologycal characteristics someone has to have for the boys + beyond fall in love with them?
Oh boy this one was fun
L: He’s got a thing for people with backbone and sass, as well as people who question authority. Probably really digs the self-destructive, sensitive interior masked by a tough, brilliant facade. Also really into martyrs. He likes picking apart interesting individuals, the ones that have one too many layers.
Mello: He prefers his flings to be intense and passionate, but as far as long term partners go, he is prone to falling for sweeter, calmer, lower key personalities, but still able to call him out on his bullshit and hold him back when he becomes too intensely involved with something.
Near: He enjoys someone who is able to keep their distance, independent, yet is very straightforward, also drawn to strong morals and passionate ideologies. He is inclined to the individuals who are somewhere caught between doers and dreamers.
Beyond: He likes the strong types, the ones that take names but no shit. He likes people who can take his intensity and match it with their own. (That or the total innocent, sweet, doormat he can toy with.)
I can’t accept knowing how I will die. It’s supposed to be a mystery. I’m not supposed to know. A car accident. A gun shot or a paper cut or… I’m not supposed to know how it ends – how I end. But I do. I look in the mirror every morning and all I can see is the cancer that’s killing me. I can’t escape it. Everything is cancer. Every headache. Every nose bleed. Every funny taste or strange smell. Everything. It’s always my cancer, pushing into my brain and killing me. I don’t want to die. I don’t want to feel my life ending. I try to ignore it. I feel fine. I work and eat and sleep and I feel fine. I tell Mulder I’m fine, but he doesn’t believe me. He never has – he’s afraid of my death as much as I am. I try to hide my fear from him, but he knows. I don’t want to be alone but I don’t tell him. I can’t tell him how much I need him – how much I rely on his strength to see me through now. Because I don’t believe I’m fine either. I saw the dead girl, saw her message on the mirror. She is me and she is dead. Those who’ve had the visions were all dying. I can’t ignore what’s happening to me. I’m dying. And I’m afraid.
Oh, and the night, the night, when the wind full of space wears out our faces – whom would she not stay for, the longed-for, gentle, disappointing one, whom the solitary heart with difficulty stands before. Is she less heavy for lovers?…
Many a star must have been there for you so you might feel it…
Isn’t it time that, loving, we freed ourselves from the beloved, and, trembling, endured as the arrow endures the bow, so as to be, in its flight, something more than itself? For staying is nowhere…
The eternal current sweeps all the ages, within it, through both the spheres, forever, and resounds above them in both…
First music ventured to penetrate arid rigidity, so that, in startled space, which an almost godlike youth suddenly left forever, the emptiness first felt the quivering that now enraptures us, and comforts, and helps.