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November 24, 2024 at 7:43 PM
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Woke up yet again filled with the urge to join or put together a queer anthology (preferably for charity). Anyone know of one going?

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November 5, 2025 at 10:13 AM
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"No Crane flies alone."

- Songs of a Sunless Land 4: The Crimson Sea
(Second Edition sets sail this summer)

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Share a line or snippet from your book that will emotionally devastate your readers #WritingPrompt
February 19, 2025 at 4:50 PM
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Maybe cover art too, unless this cold settles in 😷

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February 17, 2025 at 2:26 PM
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Being cursed/taught a lesson by Baba Yaga, as you do

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November 9, 2025 at 12:33 AM
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August 30, 2025 at 10:58 AM
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February 19, 2025 at 4:59 PM
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Finish committing edits, tweak formatting, update maps, check everything out one last time, then export this EPUB to 🎁 my early birdies next week

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A zoomed in shot of a black and white map for a Sunless Land A zoomed in shot of a black and white map for a Sunless Land A zoomed in shot of a black and white map for a Sunless Land A zoomed in shot of a black and white map for a Sunless Land
March 12, 2025 at 5:34 PM
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November 1, 2025 at 12:14 AM
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Guess who has 2 thumbs & just hit compile on this manuscript?

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Still need to pretty it up & fix up the special editions, but 👀 for the ARC call soon!

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Light text on a dark background: ⚔️ Songs of a Sunless Land 2: The Shattered Isles 👹 And upon this throne — perched like an owl serenely, yet intently, watching her prey scuttling about on the earth far below it — was the most beautiful woman the boy had ever seen in his life. Her silvery grey hair was an elaborate styling of plaits and braids. Through it all wove strings of pearls and gemstones. The final resulting in an effect any village lad or lass would surely sigh dreamily over to see, if not the Queen of Corego herself. All of it framed an angular face set with glittering, calculating dark eyes. Her dress — Gown, the boy's mind supplied from the remnant of some half-remembered tale. Courtly ladies wear gowns. — was shiny and rich-looking. A pale shade of sky grey only found on the crispest of winter mornings, edged with white fur and sparkling with yet more gemstones. It was a garment that could doubtless have bought not only the village he'd just come from, but every other village found within a two days’ ride, at least. Even such a dress as this, however, could not compete with the crown sitting upon her head. It was fashioned from some kind of silvery material, almost seeming to glow with an inner light. Formed into the shape of a stag’s antlers, each point tipped with a delicate silver filigree. Connected with thin chains hung with small crystals too numerous to count, they tinkled and winked like a sky full of musical stars with her every elegant movement. The resulting effect rather resembled a spider’s web laden with early morning’s dew, the whole of it all edged in winter’s frost. Then she turned, her attention no longer on the page now hurrying to scuttle away on some no doubt important task. And as she did, a single lock of her hair shifted, falling in such a way as to reveal it was not, in fact, a crown she wore. The antlers were her own. She was FAE. (To Be Continued)
March 13, 2025 at 12:54 AM
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Really, what's even the point of writing a bard if you aren't going to make him at least a *little* bit of a scoundrel? 🎻

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Light text on a dark background: ⚔️ Songs of a Sunless Land 2: The Shattered Isles 👹 "So, what's this big secret of yours, then?" Sebastian prompted as they wove through the market, Ryndalon’s hand warm in his own. Ryndalon looked around conspiratorially before leaning in closer. "I won this guild pendant off a rather inebriated fellow in a game of dice," he whispered, sending a sly wink Sebastian's way at his incredulous huff. Sebastian cocked his head. "So... Wait. You're not actually a bard th— hey!" He frowned at Ryndalon, his shoulder stinging where the other man swatted it. "Don't be rude," Ryndalon huffed. "Of course I'm a bard. I'm just not a member of the Bardic Guild. Err… Officially. As it were." "Why not?" "Dues, mainly," Ryndalon shrugged. "And... they tend to be rather annoyingly insistent about inquiring after one's records. Where you're from, who you studied with — that sort of thing. Ruins the whole mystique of the traveling bard, if you ask me." "And if I did ask you?" Sebastian asked, his interest piqued. "Your accent's hard to place." Ryndalon hummed softly, his eyes gone distant when Sebastian looked over. "Somewhere…very far from here." He shook himself. "I doubt you'd have heard of it." "What about Mistide?" "What about Mistide?" Ryndalon echoed, unconcerned. "I always seem to land on my feet well enough. And I do so without having to march off to wherever some guild bean counter decrees I shall be assigned year after year, strumming endless twaddle for bored idlers as danger… ” (To Be Continued)
March 5, 2025 at 1:18 AM
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"It was either 'Hestur' or 'Boot Thieving Bastard', and the second had all the earmarks of a self-fulfilling prophecy I'd come to regret."

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cometkins.bsky.social Ian Haramaki 🏳️‍⚧️✨ @cometkins.bsky.social · Feb 21
Find the middle point of your book, find the middle paragraph on the page, and find the sentence that's in the middle of that. Now share that sentence! #WritingPrompt
February 21, 2025 at 4:39 PM
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Sebastian’s no good, horrible, very bad day on the run from torturers…

(No 🍎🍏 in current WiP, so have a #wipsnips of the recent A Sunless Land 1: The Dancing Tree)

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List text on dark background: ⚔️ Songs of a Sunless Land 1: The Dancing Tree Sebastian stumbled across an old abandoned farmstead half a day outside the town. Chest heaving like bellows as he tried to catch his breath and still half out of his head with fever, Sebastian's mind held no memory of his flight here. In this moment, there was only the taste of the raspberries grown wild in the garden bursting sharp and sour on his tongue as he stuffed them into his mouth; heedless of the bloody scratches torn into his hands by the thorns. The buildings themselves had been nothing more than a pile of rubble for some time now. But behind it, he discovered what must once have been its orchard; the ancient apple trees that filled it long ago gone wild and vengeful. Their branches were full of small green fruit, still far too unripe to eat. But Sebastian was in no state to be choosy. He ate as many as he could manage, mouth puckering at the sourness until it felt he would surely be stuck that way. It churned and turned in his stomach something awful, but it was fuel. It would keep him going long enough his body could heal, start repairing the damage done to it. Meat would be better, though. Protein to replace the lost blood and muscle. He tucked himself deep into the shadows against a half-fallen wall, huddling against a chill rooted deep in his bones as the world spun deliriously around him. Nice slice of blackberry crumble, while I'm at it. With a big scoop of fresh clotted cream on the side. Good crisp cider to wash it all down. He woke a few bells later... (To Be Continued)
March 9, 2025 at 12:15 AM
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I'll take my #romantasy with a side of 🐲kaiju, thanks

(Songs of a Sunless Land 2: The Shattered Isles)

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Snip of light text on a dark background: ...now split. A full third of the mages, re-tasked with casting magic to push the fog further away; struggling to expand their area of visibility, anything to get more warning before the next attack. For it was no question of 'if'. Something that big took a lot of feeding, and Sebastian doubted any creature of such size could be satisfied with the scant mouthful it had already made of their number. There would be another attack. The only question is when. If – He glanced up quickly as his ears registered the slightest of whispers; straining to sense what could've caused it, what direction it hailed. From deep in the fog, there echoed a strange sort of clicking sound; a series repeated over and over, until it was echoing from all sides. Sebastian turned towards the initial sound, his sword held ready. But what he was seeing… There. The smallest flash. A spark of light. Another. And then – Another. Again and again and again; lighting up through the mist like a whole field of fireflies on a summer's night, glinting and glimmering all around them. It could almost be called pretty, Sebastian thought as he felt his stomach dropping into his toes. As long as you didn't know what it meant. A pack of the creatures. Communicating. Hunting. (Songs of a Sunless Land 2: The Shattered Isles
February 16, 2025 at 11:42 PM
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Trying to get this atmospheric bit juuust right

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Light text on dark background, with e-reader showing cover of: ⚔️ Songs of a Sunless Land 2: The Shattered Isles 👹 There was no warning when the attack came. Even Sebastian's enhanced senses had registered nothing unusual in the thick grey fog pressing in all around them. It cut off all visibility and muffled all sensation more than a handful of feet surrounding the boat; lending a peculiar sort of timelessness to their voyage. It was easy to imagine that somehow they had been transported to an entirely different world; one consisting only of them, this strange boat, and the ever-present fog; forever sailing along. There were no sounds, no scent, not even a flicker within the mist drifting around them in gentle little eddies and swirls as they traveled through it. No sign at all anything was ever amiss. Until it struck. Silent as the grave and twice as quick, it dove down at them out of the sky with nary a whisper even to herald its coming. Its passing was just as soundless; save only the thwipthwipthwip sound of the archer's arrows as they responded to the threat, the splashing of the missed shots falling into the sea. A moment. A breath. Then a massive form, long and whip-like; most of its body obscured by the roiling mist. Tendrils clung to it’s form as coyly as ribbons in a maiden’s hair as it targeted their comparatively tiny boat. The hum of misteel sang out like a banshee's cry in Sebastian’s hand as he drew his sword… (To Be Continued)
February 20, 2025 at 2:22 AM
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🚨 Spoiler alert!

Debated if I should try & find a different snip, but here we go. This chapter was originally titled "Bad Choices"

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Light text on a dark background: ⚔️ Songs of a Sunless Land 2: The Shattered Isles 👹 Sebastian's sword hand clenched reflexively at a glint of moonlight; the merest hint of eyeshine. Someone was watching from within the darkness clinging to the stable wall. A shadow separated itself from the others, ambling toward him as if summoned. Overhead, the Dreaming Moons provided more than enough light for Sebastian to make out the familiar figure walking his way. "Sebastian? Is that you?" Ryndalon asked hesitantly. "Are you alright?" "Just fucking dandy," Sebastian growled from where he stood rooted just at the edge of the tree line. The stillness of the forest was a relative comfort at his back, compared to the unknown dangers lurking within the civilized walls of the village ahead. Especially the man who’d lied. Who’d pretended to… to — "What’re you doing here?" Sebastian spat at Ryndalon. "Looking for you," Ryndalon replied simply enough. "Finished my set, but you weren't back yet. The stablehand mentioned he spotted you going into the forest, and no one had seen you since. I…got worried when you didn't show." "The fuck you worry about me for?" Sebastian bit out, every sinew within him vibrating like an overdrawn bowstring, ready to snap... (To Be Continued)
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Three ereaders with book covers for Tales of a Sunless Land: Under Ghostfire Mountain by J.A. Skald, below a snippet of light text on a dark background & the word 'trail' highlighted: "The snow's packed hard as stone. I — what?" Käre yelped as something started fumbling at his hip. "Looking for your knife," Martel replied calmly, as if he wasn't pawing at Käre's body. "Think mine got lost in the avalanche. Yours too, by the feel of things." "It's on the back of my belt," Käre hissed. "Which I'd have said already if you'd asked instead of just grabbing." Martel blew out a breath. He sounded about as frustrated as Käre was feeling. "Sorry. I am reaching for your knife, to get us out before we die. Will you allow me?" "Fine," Käre hissed back. "Just — " Alright, the noise Käre let out then wasn't a squeak, but it was a godsblessed sight closer than he'd like to admit. The sheath buckled lengthwise across the small of his back made it easy to get in a fight or under his rucksack, or just sitting down at the long tables in Sigritårn, ready for dinner. Right now, however, the location seemed incredibly inconvenient for Käre's fast unraveling sanity. "You need to get laid," Martel chuckled, no doubt able to feel the reaction Käre's body was having to their continued intimacy, the proof now rather hard to ignore pinned as Käre was against the Relict's thigh. I really, really do, Käre didn't say, unwilling to give Martel even more ammunition than he already had. "Are you quite finished?" he snapped instead. "I cannot find…" Martel trailed off, sounding distracted. "Wait. Which hand do you draw with?" "My left," Käre bit out. "That would have been useful to say at the start," Martel said, much to Käre's irritation as he shifted, reaching for the handle with his other hand now. "Or maybe you are flirting with me, hey? If so, you are very bad at it.” Oh. OH! ”Why, you absolute ars-”
November 6, 2025 at 1:59 AM
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August 30, 2026 at 12:02 AM
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This is an extra tough prompt, so let's brush the cobwebs off a manuscript I just wrapped up and see it there's still a lil juice left…

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Three ereaders with book covers for Songs of a Sunless Land 2: The Shattered Isles by J.A. Skald, below a snippet of light text on a dark background & the word 'web' highlighted: "Stay with me, stay on the path. Don’t go waltzing off by yourself, not even to leave to pick a flower or take a piss," Askogen warned, his tone turning serious. "The faewastes are in constant flux. Like a fast-flowing river; the terrain just as volatile, just as ever-changing. Stray too far and — bargain or no — I simply won’t be able to keep you safe from getting snared in its current. Or eaten by what things might lurk just below its surface." "Dangerous, got it," Sebastian said almost absently as the scent of freshly baked bread and meaty stew being prepared for the dinner crowd caught his attention. "More than merely dangerous. Hungry," the fae explained as he inspected mournfully the desolate contents of the tankards around him. "As if a spider and its web were both one, and you yourself the fly with no choice but to cross it. You must trust nothing there, not even your own senses." Sebastian just looked at him skeptically. "But I should trust you?" "Now when did I ever say that, my dear Relict?" Askogen replied, flashing him a grin so toothy it couldn't be described as anything other than feral.
November 3, 2025 at 2:26 AM
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Rule one in making Deals with the fae?

DON'T.

No one could say Sebastian wasn't warned…

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Light text on a dark background: ⚔️ Songs of a Sunless Land 2: The Shattered Isles 👹 They looked a bit like your standard fly amanita. But larger, and a pale robin's egg blue; the cap slightly more conical, the spots seeming to glow in the way of little fireflies. Really, was it any wonder he'd suddenly felt so sure when he’d seen them? That this whole childish tale the healer had told him there in that little cottage; that maybe — just maybe — it had turned out to be true? "When all else fails, ask ye the fae,As three full moons light the way,Seek the circle, dance at their door,Strike wise your bargain, or leave ne'ermore." Shrugging off his embarrassment, Sebastian had done a quick little dance his mother had taught him years and years ago; hastily, but carefully, stepping around the circle. She'd once been the most sought-after partner at the town fetes in her day, before she'd married his dad. Or so she'd told a young Sebastian, laughing with him as he tried very hard to learn the steps, there in the little garden just beside their house. Sebastian wasn’t exactly sure what constituted this "door" the rhyme spoke of, but he figured he might as well cover all his bases. He'd danced once more outside the ring, and again inside it too, taking great care not to disturb the mushrooms as he did. But to his immense frustration, there had been no response. Around him, the woods remained unchanged. There came the soft sound of an owl hunting somewhere under the forest canopy, the smell of wet loam and earth filling Sebastian's nostrils. The circle of mushrooms remained mockingly un-door-like. "Don’t know why I expected this to work," Sebastian grumbled; kicking a stray twig before giving it up as a lost cause and turning back in the direction of the village. "Oh, but it has," said an oily voice, an odd reverberation to the tone... (To Be Continued)
March 4, 2025 at 12:47 AM