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When Witches Sing is out!

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“Could you show me some magick?”

“Oh,” I whisper, then nod quickly. “Yeah, okay.”

I clear my throat and stand, then sit back down, because I don’t want to stand over him. He’s already so much shorter than me, I feel like a giant just sitting next to him. He tentatively presses a hand to my arm, lips parting, and I startle. He pulls back, not taking his eyes off me. “Sorry, I didn’t mean to make you nervous.”


“Oh, I’m not. Nervous, that is.”


Felix chuckles. “Okay. Well, you don’t have to make yourself smaller, for me.”


“Oh,” I say, then stand and straighten to my full height before him. The leaves and petals in my hair and along my skin stand to attention, and I blush at the image of preening like a fucking peacock.


“Wow,” Felix says, staring up at me with wide eyes. “You’re really tall.”


I almost lean down, but he takes my hand. This time, he doesn’t let go. “No, don’t.” Felix stands beside me, my hand in his. I stare down at our entangled fingers, then back to his face. His neck is craned and it looks painful, but the determination in his eyes is almost frightening.


I squeeze his hand, then let go. I put my hands up, smiling wide. “Okay, have it your way, tchotchke.”


Oh, how he smiles at that. He pretends to be affronted, but that smile. It’s perpetual, blinding. “I am not a small thing.”


I shrug, turning away from him. I bring my hands to chest level and smile upon coming up with an idea. I close my eyes and murmur, “Abracadabra.”


Have fun with swamp witches, chaos witches, root witches and musical witches. Just, all of the witchery and tomfoolery there ever could be. Happy Yuletide friends.

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I run to him.

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Belatedly, I recognize this for what it is. A dance, Calen is leading me into a dance. Stars, when was the last time I did this?

With Arlo, I had told him I couldn’t handle loving and losing him.

My breath hitches, but that’s all the sadness my heart is allowed before Calen quite literally sweeps me off my feet. They are marvelous, erasing my disadvantage that is unfamiliarity with such a simple act as dancing. The notes seem to swirl around us, no—through us— and I laugh. It starts off small and unsure, but then Calen is laughing too, spinning me in circles upon circles in the middle of the kitchen.

Silas calls out over the music, “Don’t break his hip birdie!”

And it goes on and on, the laughter and music and sun.

Sunlight streams in through the colored mosaic of windows overlooking the backyard, casting reds, blues, golds and purples onto our moment in time. Calen’s soft cheeks burst with happiness when Pesto joins in, prancing around us on those little hooves. A breeze moves through the room, bringing with it the distinct scent of wet earth. I stumble to a stop and nearly topple us both over, but thankfully Calen keeps us upright.

Lysander, Felix and Arlo stand just inside the backdoor, bringing snow covered boots and flushed smiles with them. Felix grins wide at me, stands on his tip toes and gives Lysander a kiss on the cheek, then practically throws himself into Silas’ arms. Silas takes it in stride, situating the witch across his lap and burying his face into Felix’s chest.

And Arlo—oh my stars, Arlo.

He’s looking at me like I’m something.

Like I mean something.

Like I exist.

Like this is it, this is ours and he’s mine and I–

I run to him.

How could I not?

It’s like the first day of my new life all over again. I kiss him, and kiss him, and kiss him.

He laughs against my lips, big palms settling on my cheeks. His hands are so cold, but I don’t mind. I don’t mind at all. His fingers slide across my jaw, tangling themselves into my hair. Heat courses up my spine when he opens for me, allowing my tongue to find his. The same thought that occurs every time we kiss swims in the background.

Can he feel how much I’ve missed him?

The solid, fast paced rhythm of his heart that matches every beat of mine proudly affirms yes, yes, yes.

🌲✨🏳️‍🌈❤️‍🔥

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A Yuletide Special

And that’s when I crashed into him.

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And that’s when I crashed into him, or he crashed into me, rather.

Paper bags launch into the air. Glass jars loaded with herbs and paint rain down around me as my ass plummets towards the ground. I brace myself and throw my arms back, slamming my eyes closed, but … I don’t make an impact with the stone. Instead, I find a thick arm around my waist and a scowling pair of eyes that can’t decide if they want to be green or brown.

Air whooses out of me and time stops as I stare deep into his eyes, right down to his soul, one that clearly does not remember me but calls to my heart all the same. It stings more than I thought it would. I briefly give the rather pissed off barn owl circling above us a moment of attention, then I look back down to his face. He’s changed immensely since the last time we met. Dimples and laugh lines have been replaced by hard set creases of worry and irritation.

Not that I would need a second confirmation, but the dark spash of a birthmark along the right side of his severely angled jaw is present, flaring the same bright gold as the first time we met. His cheeks are soft, flushed and partially hidden beneath waves of black falling from beneath a knitted beanie, he’s hiding. He blinks once, black lashes sweep across his cheeks and catch the lamplight.

And just like that, time marches on.

😱😱

GENTLEFOLK

Look at them!

The hobo immortal and grumpy witch are here in all their glory, thanks to Henni Eklund.

Arlo and Thatch are from Phantom and Rook, a book of mine that’s releasing in late November and is endlessly hilarious, angsty and full of second chances, no matter how old you are.

I’ve got the blurb up on my site, a cover artist commissioned and potentially a narrator who fans of TJ Klune’s work will know. I have a ton more art commissioned of these two, so be prepared for sweet and spicy. 🥰🥵

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The Rebel Foxes

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Welcome to the Dome, a special kind of hell where flora and fauna are legends brought to life by Shifters, a mutant race that the malevolent Citadel and Upper City hunts down relentlessly.

The Rebel Foxes are a powerful Shifter gang led by Rajni, a fox shifter hellbent on bringing down the oppressive system impoverishing Humans and wiping out Shifters. They take in those who need shelter and give away their wealth to the poor in the Underworld.

Her pack is thriving and for the first time in years, they have a counter attack planned for The Hunt, a night planned by the Citadel. A night dedicated to flushing Shifters out so anyone can murder them without the worry of standard daily limits and hunting tags.

But, all good things must come to an end. Rajni’s past catches up with her on the night of the Hunt. The Human with amber eyes that once saved her life demands her help.

Or else.

Fight with Rajni and her foxes,

Drystan, the peaceful panther and nanny.

Jaromir, the wise polar bear who loves to bake.

Balderik, the golden canine with healing hands.

Hotaru, the black fox who likes chemistry too much.

Xylia and Takara, the foxes who share Rajni’s bed, and her dreams.
The Rebel Foxes will release in mid September and ARC sign-ups will be sent to my newsletter subscribers at the end of August.

This is an adult fantasy and features poly relationships, neurodivergent leads, fighting the system and found family.

Cover by Henni Eklund, @gagakumadraws on IG, Tiktok and Tumblr.

Prince of Sylvan

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Adult Dark Fantasy Novella to the Eternal Machine

The novella Prince of Sylvan occurs 20 years before The Eternal Machine and focuses on Alvis’ years in Sylvan. This will contain spoilers for those who have not read Eternal Machine, though it can be read first. The Eternal Machine can be enjoyed without this novella but many clues and world building elements are exclusive to this story, and prepare you for Realm of Giants, book two.

Alvis is the preferred heir to the throne of Sylvan, a Fae court built on hatred and blood. High Lord Typhan pushes Alvis every day to murder his own brother and absorb his power, becoming an unstoppable weapon.

A lifelong blood bond will force Alvis to make a choice between his brother or mother, as he cannot disobey a command given by his father. Unlike most blood bonds, his can be broken, at the expense of his mother’s life.

Typhan is losing patience and soon his request will be a command, then Alvis will have to kill his kin by the sword, or a broken blood bond. Alvis decides he would rather take his own life than choose between his kin and live as a monster any longer, but a legendary Captain arrives with a troublesome first mate the Prince can’t keep out of his heart.

Friends, love and a whole new world waits outside their imprisoned court, but at what cost?
Blood, or sanity?

Excerpt from Prince of Sylvan
The Binding

“From this day forth, and until the day each of us die, we shall be bound by blood. Orion and Alvis cannot conspire to harm me in any fashion, or do so physically or by means of Aether. They cannot leave the walls of Silverbury unless I say so.” Typhan orders, his command tightening the Aether chains until they dig into my skin.

No, no. This can’t be happening.

“Furthermore, Yira shall be physically or verbally unable to organize any more of these foolish rebel groups, or smuggle any more Fae or Humans out of Sylvan.” A soft cry emits from Mother and she finally locks eyes with Orion and I, desperate violet eyes searching us for forgiveness.

We’ve known about her ‘crimes’, but they do not shame us. She has finally given up after centuries of fighting, that is where her guilt lies. I wish I could tell her to feel no such thing.

“And one more thing,” Typhan keeps his gaze on me, a smile playing at his lips, “You two, Orion and Alvis, will not be able to resist a command or order given by me, my word will be law. Dutiful sons, shall we say?”

“It’s servitude!” Orion barks, fighting against the bonds that are now almost entirely immersed into his skin, and all of ours.

“The blood bond can be broken if … ” Typhan holds up a finger and I narrow my brows, the whole point of a blood bond is that they can’t be broken.

“Hmm, let’s see, for example, dear Alvis, if you decide to disobey my command, a horrific and tortuous death would befall your Mother and Orion. Attempted assasination will earn you the death of her, and Orion. However, if you plan to escape, only your Mother will receive a fatal fate.” Elation fills his last statement, and I stare at him with stunned fury.

“And dear Yira, if you break your bond or ever attempt to leave me again,” Typhan grasps her chin firmly and pulls her face upwards, his smile fading into a snarl. “Both of your sons shall die, and your life shall be bound to mine, for all of our eternal life.”

“And you? You have no conditions?” I ask, tears falling without apology. Typhan smiles wide and tilts his head.

“I am not the traitor here, Alvis.” With an echoing snap, the vines settle into all of us, our blood bond permanently marked for all eternity, or until one of us breaks.

Prince of Sylvan is a dark fantasy with several content warnings related to fictional violence and trauma, please read the preface before beginning your adventure. 18+ audiences only.

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The Eternal Machine is a DARK Steampunk Fantasy, intended for audiences 18+.

Keeper of Death is quite a fitting name for a villain, and yet Lythienne finds herself as the only Fae who can save Iverbourne.

Born an Empty Fae, she is sent into the Eternal Mountain, a prison designed for the most malicious, blood thirsty and cursed creatures alive. Her crime, along with so many other creatures, is being Lesser than the grand High Fae who rule the divided lands abo

Aether rules Iverbourne, a whimsical land ravaged by long held prejudices, unkind to all those without magic. The Others are a mysterious court to the south, kidnapping and murdering all those on their path through the continent.

Only a Fae without Aether can wield the mysterious Harbinger, a weapon of mass destruction needed to defeat the epic evil taking over the realm. The elegant call of immense power corrupts most, especially those who have been mistreated.

Dangerous lust, high stakes adventure and loyal companionship are thrust into Lyth’s life, but can she be the Hero after playing the Villain for so long? After all, why would you want to save a world that wants to see you buried six feet under?

Perhaps this isn’t a hero saves the day story. Perhaps, this is the origin story of the Deadliest Fae alive.

Excerpt from The Eternal Machine

Hundreds of blood thirsty Fae eyes burn on me, and every step is carefully placed.

Lifting brass and leather goggles on a burgundy nest, I halt before The Machine. A massive undertaking of ancient technology, with spider-like copper arms weaving into the abyss below. Copper gears tower to the top of the stone chamber, making the labor camps behind me minuscule in comparison. Metal cranks together, belts purr, and purple smoke fills the air above, never ceasing.

I trace along the cliff’s edge, passing the ladders leading down into the trench reserved for Keepers, the only engineers allowed so close to the beast. While inspecting for malfunctions or leaks, the gauges on my leather and tech-covered wrist spin out of control. The lingering familiar stench changes, sweetness replacing death hanging in the air. Exhaust vents huff speckled night now, instead of the purple haze.

In a place far from here, High Fae are Power. High Fae are Magic.

We are not in a place far away though. We are right here.

We work for The Eternal Machine, the beast conjuring magic and fueling the lands. Crimes of all kinds are welcome in this mountain, but you leave your magic behind. Rather, it is taken from you. Not that I know what that feels like.

Minutes pass, the only sound is made by leather boots and a whining engine.

I pause, halting before the foreman. A Grasshopper before a Bear. I snatch his dark matted beard and yank him down, tough knees meeting rock. Dull emeralds shine for a moment, his jaw tightening. My soft face brushes against his filthy cheek, my full lips meeting a pointed ear, a lover threatening sweet nothings. “Darling, what’s this?”

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The Crew has landed.

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Signed Copies and book bundles including stickers and maps will be sent out first thing next week. With the current shortage affecting books now, the next round of signed copies may take longer than expected.

I currently have a limited amount of books so the earlier the better, link is on the homepage.

Thank you all for joining me on this adventure. I’m so thankful I get to share Lythienne’s story and can’t wait for you to meet The Crew.

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Children of Iverbourne Prequel

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The novella Children of Iverbourne, prequel to The Eternal Machine was sent out today to newsletter subscribers. A short and dangerous adventure through Iverbourne during it’s worst.


Children of Iverbourne occurs 236 years before the original story, following the original heroes of the war torn lands and the difficult choices they must make, all to ensure a better future.
A terrified slave, lacking bravery or free will, sent on an impossible journey.

A hardened Commander of the Eternal Machine, taking in his newest inmate. An hours old baby.

A half crazed Fae, former Hero of Borealis, hellbent on serving bloody justice.

Two Parents on a journey to deliver their child to Iverbourne, to freedom, no matter the cost.

A rising Captain defeats her demons and makes friends with a troublemaking orphan Fae.

The Eternal Machine can be enjoyed without the prequel but many clues and world building elements are exclusive to this story.

Children of Iverbourne is a dark fantasy with several content warnings related to fictional violence and trauma, please read the preface before beginning your adventure. 18+ audiences only.

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The Eternal Machine releases October 1st, 2021

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We are not far from here.

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Excerpt from The Eternal Machine

Hundreds of blood thirsty Fae eyes burn on me, and every step is carefully placed.

Lifting brass and leather goggles on a burgundy nest, I halt before The Machine. A massive undertaking of ancient technology, with spider-like copper arms weaving into the abyss below. Copper gears tower to the top of the stone chamber, making the labor camps behind me minuscule in comparison. Metal cranks together, belts purr, and purple smoke fills the air above, never ceasing.

I trace along the cliff’s edge, passing the ladders leading down into the trench reserved for Keepers, the only engineers allowed so close to the beast. While inspecting for malfunctions or leaks, the gauges on my leather and tech-covered wrist spin out of control. The lingering familiar stench changes, sweetness replacing death hanging in the air. Exhaust vents huff speckled night now, instead of the purple haze.

In a place far from here, High Fae are Power. High Fae are Magic.

We are not in a place far away though. We are right here.

We work for The Eternal Machine, the beast conjuring magic and fueling the lands. Crimes of all kinds are welcome in this mountain, but you leave your magic behind. Rather, it is taken from you. Not that I know what that feels like.

Minutes pass, the only sound is made by leather boots and a whining engine.

I pause, halting before the foreman. A Grasshopper before a Bear. I snatch his dark matted beard and yank him down, tough knees meeting rock. Dull emeralds shine for a moment, his jaw tightening. My soft face brushes against his filthy cheek, my full lips meeting a pointed ear, a lover threatening sweet nothings.

“Darling, what’s this?”

It’s not all angst, you know.

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He reminds me of Alvis in a way, and Knothall. A male beaten down by centuries of battle, not artist work. “Can I ask you something?”

 He dips his needle in the ink and takes my right arm gently, rolling it over to begin work on my forearm. A mild annoyance of pain ensues, and he gives me a simple nod.

“What is a Zemer?” I ask quietly, expecting something crazy. He chuckles, bushy eyebrows raising as he focuses on his work.

“Tis from the old language, Zemer is a type of musician, one so talented they’re said to be made from music itself. Those Te’omin though, the twins? Oy, are they a handful.” He mutters, a sly grin pulling his wrinkles.

My cheeks warm and a small laugh escapes me. “They aren’t too awful.” 

Novak is playing his lute now in the center of the square. Umber and the twins are keeping him company, clapping along to his music. Children dance about and Novak skips around with the little ones, smiling wide while he strums wildly.

Alvis asks Umber to dance and she agrees with haste. He catches my eye, happiness is spread across his face and he throws me a wink. Waves of Fae and humans join the fun, some kind of dance everyone seems to know commences without a word.

Males join arms with females, swinging and twirling each other around. Orion and the Fae I assume to be Emeric stand on the sidelines, quiet joy beaming from the two.

Yes, I can imagine this place feeling like home.