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It's Book Quote Wednesday, and today's word is "treat." Do some good . . . #holidayromance #snowstorm #bookquotes #bookquotewednesday
September 30, 2026 at 3:10 PM
darlenedeluca.bsky.social
It's Book Quote Wednesday! Today's word is "deep." In honor of sunflower season, here's a snippet from Second Wind. Something's going on out there. . . #womensfiction #bookquotes #bookquotewednesday #friends #sunflowers
September 2, 2026 at 2:56 PM
breakthroughbook.bsky.social
For this week’s #BookQuoteWednesday we bring you this extract from YESENI AND THE DAUGHTER OF PEACE by Solange Burrell. The word for the week is JOLT.

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The cover of the book: Yeseni And The Daughter Of Peace by Solange Burrell. As well as the following quote taken from the book: “One sound in particular made me jolt whenever it came, and it came often, in rhythmic blasts. In my time, a sound like this would indicate war, but in this world, it was like people did not even hear it.”
August 12, 2026 at 1:13 PM
darlenedeluca.bsky.social
It's Book Quote Wednesday! Today's word is "ride." Oops--first impressions. . . #sweetromance #cowboys #texas #bookquotes #bookquotewednesday #wrpbks
July 29, 2026 at 5:43 PM
tcparker.bsky.social
It's #BookQuoteWednesday, so here's one of my favourites: the Nuckelavee's characteristically dramatic entrance in Saltblood...

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"LIKE THE STATUES IN THE CHAPEL, IT HAD THE SHAPE OF A HORSE, ALBEIT DRAWN TO A LARGER SCALE: THE SAME THICK, MUSCULAR BODY; THE SAME FOUR LEGS; THE SAME LONG EQUINE SNOUT. BUT THE PROPORTIONS WERE ALL WRONG, DISTORTING THE FAMILIAR INTO SOMETHING ENTIRELY ALIEN - THE LEGS TOO LONG, THE TAIL TOO THIN, THE NECK TOO SHORT, THE CLOVEN HOOVES MORE GOAT- THAN HORSE-LIKE. ITS PUPILS GLOWED RED, THE EYEBALLS BULGING OUT FROM THE SIDES OF ITS HEAD LIKE THE COMPOUND EYES OF AN INSECT. IT WAS ENTIRELY SKINLESS, RED TENDONS AND BLACK ARTERIES CRISSCROSSING AGAINST BLUEISH MUSCLE AND, IN PLACES, GREY AND YELLOW BONE. A HUMAN HEAD AND TORSO BURST UP FROM ITS MIDSECTION, BALD AND FLAYED, ITS EYES CLOSED. ITS ARMS, TOO, WERE OUT OF PROPORTION - TOO LONG AND TOO THIN FOR THE BODY THEY GREW FROM, TRAILING DOWNWARDS, FINGERS SCRAPING THE SURFACE OF THE WATER. IT SMELLED LIKE DEATH; LIKE BRINE, AND ROTTING MEAT" Image of the Nuckelavee, a skinless and monstrous half-man/half-horse cryptid of Orcadian legend Text above it reads: FYI, this is the Nuckelavee
July 15, 2026 at 11:35 AM
darlenedeluca.bsky.social
It's Book Quote Wednesday! Today's word is "simple." Is it over? #readingromance #bookquotes #bookquotewednesday #bookboyfriend
July 8, 2026 at 3:39 PM
darlenedeluca.bsky.social
It's Book Quote Wednesday! Today's word is "dry."
That dress. . . #sweetromance #bookquotewednesday
May 6, 2026 at 8:59 PM
breakthroughbook.bsky.social
Because we’re feeling generous, today’s #BookQuoteWednesday features a double-bill of our newest releases!

The word of the week is FREE, and the books are:

That Summer In Puglia by @valeriavescina.bsky.social

Yeseni And The Daughter Of Peace by Solange Burrell
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I suspect it has been compounded by fear – that once Zoe knew, the past I had escaped would become present – too real – every time I saw her. Zoe belongs to my life in this country, the life to which I’ve earned the right. But with you, it’s different: you will know, and hopefully, you’ll let me go free and never seek me out again. - Quote from That Summer In Puglia by Valeria Vescina ‘What is your dream?’ ‘My dream?’ He looked at me as if I was not all there. ‘Yes, if one dream could come true for you in this world what would it be?’ He looked down, paused for a moment and said: ‘To be free, to be completely free.’ Quote from Yeseni And The Daughter Of Peace by Solange Burrell
April 29, 2026 at 6:03 PM
darlenedeluca.bsky.social
It's Book Quote Wednesday! Today's word is "free." About those freebies. . . #womensfiction #friendship #bookquotewednesday
April 29, 2026 at 2:50 PM
darlenedeluca.bsky.social
It's Book Quote Wednesday! Today's word is "quick." Will this guy ever lighten up?! #bookquotes #wrpbks #sweetromance #singledad #bookquotewednesday
April 8, 2026 at 3:18 PM
darlenedeluca.bsky.social
It's Book Quote Wednesday! Today's word is "face." Hmm...is he challenging her authority? #bookstagram #bookquotes #sweetromance #singledad #schoolsetting #bookquotewednesday #strongwomen
March 25, 2026 at 2:06 PM
queex.bsky.social
For #BookQW here's a fragment of a nightmare from Eilert's perspective, as he remembers old fears.

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The truth had given me nightmares. I dreamt of the floor falling away from me, slipping sideways, as the walls cracked and parted. The faces of my friends, as panicked as I was, all of us helpless to arrest our fall. Horrible sounds as entire rooms collapsed inwards. Screams. I grabbed at a banister, for all the good it did. I turned my head upwards, hoping that some miracle could save us, but there was no time for anyone to conjure up a Song. A strange moment of relief when I saw my room-mate on the cistern level, safe, abruptly shattered when a chunk of masonry slammed into him from above. When we had no more breath to scream, the sound of the wind in our ears made us deaf, anyway. We dropped into the mist, the fractured pieces of tower clearing a way before us. Further we plunged, sinking a well into the orange clouds. We fell for so long that the mist rolled back over the top of the clear area, taking away the sun.
January 14, 2026 at 11:15 AM
queex.bsky.social
For #BookQW the word is 'happen', and here's an excerpt from A Weapon Too Free, where Essendra is asked an important question about her plans for the future.

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“What species will you pick?” She wrapped the sword in some spare cloth, momentarily embarrassed that her companions might have caught her playing with it, and shoved it into her pack. “I’ve not thought much about it. You two have been dreaming about becoming adventurers since you were small. I haven’t. I guess I’ll see what feels right when the time comes.” “And what HAPPENS if you reach that point but don’t have the prerequisites for the species you decide on? That attitude will leave you stuck as a human forever. Sure, the social bonuses scale with overall Skill but unless you’re planning to go into politics or trade, what’s the point? You can’t talk an orc to death.”
January 7, 2026 at 1:51 PM
queex.bsky.social
It's #BookQW and Eilert is meeting his former tutor.

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“Thank you for seeing me at such short notice, Maestra Baritone.” The clink of a decanter, handled carelessly in haste, was my only answer at first. “I have had an entire day of ‘Maestra this’ and ‘Maestra that’,” she grumbled. “I am tired and I only let you in because I was too surprised to see you to say ‘no’. Let me be Dieuwke to you today.” She slid sideways onto an ottoman and toasted my impertinence. No refreshment was offered to me. I think she wanted to see if I was bold enough to help myself. She had a few more wrinkles than I remembered, and maybe she moved a little more slowly, but scant else had changed. “But as you’re already here, Eilert, we might as well talk. Goodness knows you didn’t deign to grace your old teacher with your presence to let me know you were leaving. I assume your return must herald something grave.”
December 31, 2025 at 1:55 PM
queex.bsky.social
It's #BookQW and it's time for a threatening rendezvous in a warehouse.

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Finding the warehouse was easy. It was the only one nearby with light inside and with its doors left slightly ajar. Nothing so suspicious as to draw attention, but a sign to those in the know that they should keep their heads down as they passed. One person was standing outside the warehouse when Garnas and Eilert arrived. The man’s studied air of casualness would have convinced no-one, and it evaporated when he saw them. “I know you weren’t expecting to see us until tomorrow,” Eilert said, holding up his hands to show he was unarmed. “But we have a schedule. We can get this done now.” “No tricks?” Eilert kept his empty hands showing, as if to emphasise that they had come alone, long before the gendarmes could have possibly organised a raid. The guard’s eyes narrowed when he saw the long gun hanging from its strap at Garnas’s back.
December 24, 2025 at 1:45 PM
queex.bsky.social
It's #BookQW, so let's have the build up to an inadvisable excursion!

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We were left staring at something that was either a small bathyscaphe or an over-sized diving suit. Or, I came to realise, something with a little of the character of both. Adetokunbo was evidently proud of it, so I assumed it was his creation. Garnas and Shirin bore expressions of polite incomprehension. They didn’t want to be rude. I had a sudden, unpleasant suspicion. I hoped I was wrong. “I really hope you’re only planning to test it. You know no-one’s ever made it back. I mean no disrespect to your skills, but the others were also skilled.” His smile disappeared and was replaced by a grimace of pure determination. I wasn’t wrong. “This is a decision long in coming. I’ve been working towards this ever since I came to the tower. In fact, it’s the reason I came here. I would have followed through already, but I got a little side-tracked.”
December 17, 2025 at 1:32 PM
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#BOOKQUOTEWEDNESDAY - #BLUE Megan is enjoying the beauty of a Welsh river
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December 10, 2025 at 2:35 PM
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#BookQuoteWednesday-Word is "blue" in my #paranormal #romance Meringue Snowflake Magic - Will Wynter being in Raven’s Hollow put the town’s #holiday #festival & cookie contest at risk? #Mystery #fantasy #magic #wrpbks #Witches #Shifters Join the #adventure! buff.ly/3N7GXkG
December 10, 2025 at 10:00 AM
queex.bsky.social
Today's #BookQW is a three-fer! Who knew there were so many WORLDs to go around?

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The sailors let out the sails and they caught a wind that came from nowhere and blew to nowhere. “So this place is like a shortcut? Taking us back to the sea in another part of the world?” Garnas said. Shirin chose her words carefully. It could be a lot to take in all at once. The crew hadn’t exactly treated him badly, but their perception of him was as dead weight and that would only intensify if he handled the interstice badly. “No, not another part of the world. Think of the land and the sea together as being one shore. This is the ocean between many of those shores. Every point of light you see around us is its own world, more or less.”
December 3, 2025 at 12:55 PM
queex.bsky.social
For #BookQW, the word is 'run'. Here, we encounter one of the deadlier hazards of the Rust Graveyard.

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A lull in the wind coincided with his foot knocking against a pile of debris. A small length of pipe rolled away from him, off the edge of the gantry, and sang a cacophony as it clattered between the supporting struts. The machine geist turned, zeroed in on him instantly, and flew directly for him. Garnas squeezed the trigger and felt the steam pressure build up in the chamber as the water met the heavy coal. The barrel spat angrily, but the rock shards fell harmlessly wide of the geist. It was rushing now, faster than a man could run, fast as nightmares, and taking on a more solid form. Garnas pulled another cartridge from his belt and slipped it into the gun, brought the weapon back up to his cheek, snatched at the trigger. He could hear every ping and whistle as the chamber came up to pressure.
November 26, 2025 at 12:44 PM
queex.bsky.social
#BookQW More of Garnas shopping for equipment!

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“My friend, I think the weapon you have is measured differently to more modern pieces. Fifteen-sixteenths would, I suspect, be ever so slightly too wide.” “It would jam.” “Probably. As luck would have it I have the tools to custom-make shells to fit properly, even if I do not carry any in stock. It will take a day or two, though. How many were you thinking of?” “None immediately, thank you. I have enough for now, but I may need to restock in future. I will definitely swing by here if I’m in Grand Billon when the need arises.” “As you say, my friend.”
November 19, 2025 at 1:11 PM
queex.bsky.social
It's #BookQW and it's time for a burst of "colour". Shopping in a multiverse can be a more complicated proposition than you might think.

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“Are these the largest calibre munitions you stock? I’m looking for―” Garnas rustled as he looked through his boarding papers “―fifteen-sixteenths bore shells suitable for use with compressed air propellant.” The shopkeeper came out from behind the counter. The plainness of his apron belied the colours of his feathers, although they looked to be just as sparse on his body as they were on his head. He was colourful by birth but beige by trade and choice. His pot belly made a bulge in the dark leather apron that resembled cannon shot. “An exotic size, sure enough. Archaic, even.” He scratched his neck. “It sounds like you might be sporting a museum piece. Are you sure you want to fire it at all?”
November 5, 2025 at 12:43 PM
joielesin.bsky.social
It's Book Quote Wednesday and the word of the day is MISS.

Elizabeth's conversation with the ghost Paolo is an excerpt from my 1940s ghost story, THE PASSENGER.

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October 29, 2025 at 9:00 PM
queex.bsky.social
Who'd like to read about a magical weapon for #BookQW? The word is 'miss'.

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Shirin ran the whetstone along the edge of her axe. The scrape was so familiar she barely heard it. The sailors had given her some good-natured ribbing about it—“If you keep sharpening it there’ll be no blade left!”—until she’d told them it was a ritual. The rough men and women of the sea might have limited respect for non-sailors, but ritual was central to a lot of what they did. Seas were capricious. No-one wanted to tempt fate. In a way, it was a ritual, albeit one with a purpose. The axe was special, although nobody on the ship but her knew how special. It was hungry for metal. When it struck armour, it bit far deeper than its edge and weight alone could manage. The axe’s hunger was unceasing, drinking in motes of iron from any object around it. If it was kept in a metal crate, then after a month there would be precious little of the crate left, and the axe head would be a misshapen mass too heavy to wield. So Shirin attended to it three times a day: first the rasp, then the whetstone. Morning, noon, and evening. A ritual, indeed.
October 29, 2025 at 4:29 PM
joielesin.bsky.social
It's Book Quote Wednesday and the word of the day is STRONG.

Excerpt from my 1940s ghost story, THE PASSENGER.

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She’s a 1940s ghost whisperer.

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October 8, 2025 at 9:50 PM