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The Ghost

Seneria was born to be the next Solaris, one of the two most powerful
mages in the Seven Kingdoms. However, she never gets the respect she
thinks she deserves. When she receives a threatening letter from the
Ghost, the realm’s number one mage enemy, she sees a perfect chance to
prove herself. Seneria learns two things very quickly. One, being
Solaris isn’t as easy as she thought it would be; and two, the Ghost is
nothing as simple as the rogue mage everyone assumed he was.

The Ghost, the first book in my middle-grade series, is now available in more formats than ever before, and with a brand new cover to boot! If you’ve been waiting to buy it, now’s your chance.

It is available as an ebook for $1.99 (US only)

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You can also get it as a PDF for $1.99 Here

You can now purchase it as a physical paperback from:

Amazon US ($9.99)

Amazon UK (£8.99)

Amazon IT (EUR 9,35)

It is in the process of being made available on other Amazon Europe sites as well.

Reblogging this again for the afternoon crowd. 🙂

tc-doherty:

The Ghost

Seneria was born to be the next Solaris, one of the two most powerful
mages in the Seven Kingdoms. However, she never gets the respect she
thinks she deserves. When she receives a threatening letter from the
Ghost, the realm’s number one mage enemy, she sees a perfect chance to
prove herself. Seneria learns two things very quickly. One, being
Solaris isn’t as easy as she thought it would be; and two, the Ghost is
nothing as simple as the rogue mage everyone assumed he was.

The Ghost, the first book in my middle-grade series, is now available in more formats than ever before, and with a brand new cover to boot! If you’ve been waiting to buy it, now’s your chance.

It is available as an ebook for $1.99 (US only)

Find a platform

You can also get it as a PDF for $1.99 Here

You can now purchase it as a physical paperback from:

Amazon US ($9.99)

Amazon UK (£8.99)

Amazon IT (EUR 9,35)

It is in the process of being made available on other Amazon Europe sites as well.

Paperback version is live!

Zhi Ruo pt4

tc-doherty:

1,504 words.

It was not to be easy to pretend to be tired when in truth
she had rarely felt so awake. But pretend she did, puttering around the guest
bed pushed of into a corner of the room. She could feel all the princesses
watching her as they went about their own sleep preparations. Zhi Ruo noticed
that they took much longer than they needed to, and she found out why when she
finally crawled into bed and feigned slumber.

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Part four of my Twelve Dancing Princesses rewrite.

Temitope

tc-doherty:

Here is the complete directory to my Femslash February novella, a vague and extremely gay retelling of the fairy tale “The Girl Who Pretended to be a Boy”. It’s 21,875 words altogether.


When King Lyov decides to declare himself emperor, he issues an ultimatum to all the other kingdoms. Any place that sends him a prince as tribute will be allowed to surrender. Any country that doesn’t will be taken by force.

The kingdom of Murane has no princes to send, and so each of its three princesses takes a turn at trying to fool the emperor. Temitope quickly learns that it’s far more dangerous than she ever imagined – and it’s going to take everything she has to get out of it alive.


Part One (1,944 words)

Part Two (1,630 words)

Part Three (1,559 words)

Part Four (1,198 words)

Part Five (1,415 words)

Part Six (1,514 words)

Part Seven (1,282 words)

Part Eight (1,333 words)

Part Nine (1,469 words)

Part Ten (1,362 words)

Part Eleven (1,147 words)

Part Twelve (1,510 words)

Part Thirteen (1,517 words)

Part Fourteen (1,917 words)

Part Fifteen (1,072 words)

Hey also do you guys remember I did something cool for last year’s Femslash February too?

Zhi Ruo pt 3

tc-doherty:

1,052 words.

In the end, the king was just a man, albeit one in clothing
and surroundings richer than any Zhi Ruo had ever seen. Not that she saw much
of him. A bow might suffice for a palace guard, but for a king nothing would do
but to fully prostrate herself on the cool marble floor. The glimpses she got
of him, though, proved that here was not only a king, but a man and a father
worried about his daughters. She could see some of Yuejuan’s features in him,
and that made her feel better.

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Zhi Ruo pt 2

tc-doherty:

1,183 words.

Her family’s house was similar to a lot of the others that
hovered on the outer edges of Xijing: an enclosed compound with a south-facing
entrance and small buildings on three sides of a central courtyard. It had the
same red tile roof as all the neighbors, the same painted murals, the same
courtyard set up that was part kitchen, part garden, and part free space. All
that house would have been wasted on just her parents, but it wasn’t only them.
They shared the home with her mother’s parents too, and two aunts and an uncle
with their families, who managed to fill it just to the point of being snug,
rather than crowded.

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Still going!

Zhi Ruo pt 1

tc-doherty:

I’m following in my footsteps from last year and rewriting another fairy tale for Femslash February! This year’s sacrificial lamb is the Twelve Dancing Princesses, because that’s always been my favorite. 

It takes place in the same world as Temitope, and I’m following my previous habit of titling it after the main character and also putting up each section as I get it done. I don’t know for sure but I think this one will probably be shorter than the last for now, at least until I have more time to put more research into the world-building I want.

Word Count: 1,275

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I’m back on my nonsense writing more gay fairy tales and posting them without editing, but hopefully someone will enjoy it.

Reintroduction pt 7

I’m still trucking along. 1,513 words

It was the park they went to, and Sue’s happy intake of
breath at seeing such ‘wild’ greenery was enough to tell Lilina she had made
the right choice. Well, that and the fact that hardly anyone came here.

The park had been a hunting reserve at one point, but none
of the lords of late had cared much for the sport. At least as far as Lilina
had been told. Certainly much of the meat on her tables came from here, and
certainly there was a bit of poaching among the servants to help out family
members who didn’t have cushy castle jobs, but there were no more great hunting
parties, and hadn’t been in decades.

Instead, Lord Hector had given control of the park to Lady
Lyndis, who had turned it from a slightly wild ‘tame’ forest into something
hardier and more sustainable, and something a great deal prettier too.
Something that just felt right in a
way that cultivated land never did.

“You can come here whenever you want,” Lilina said. “It’s
safe to ride too, at least as safe as anywhere is.”

“I will,” Sue said. “I didn’t realize there was such a nice
place here.”

“Mother did it,” said Lilina. “She spent a lot of free time
here.” They meandered through the park side-by-side. There was plenty of space
to cover – the park was no mean, scraggly patch of trees. It was large enough
that it supported plenty of deer and boar, in addition to smaller forest
dwellers.

“It’s a good place to come listen,” Sue said. “Nature’s
voice is very strong here. To have a place to be close to mother earth and
father sky, well, any Sacaen would want that.”

“Even Lycians need it,” Lilina said. It did seem easier to
breath out here, for all that the trunks of oak, elm, and ash pushed just as
closely as the castle walls, and their interlacing branches formed a ceiling
nearly as solid as the castle roof. “I should have come out here before, to
clear my head. I’ve just been so angry lately.
I don’t like it but I can’t seem to make it go away.”

“Because of Roy?” Sue asked. She finally settled down on a
fallen tree trunk and Lilina fell into place beside her, not at all concerned
that it might ruin her dress.

“He started it, the other lords finished it.” Lilina could
not keep the bitterness out of her voice, and didn’t even try. Sue was safe to
talk to – she wasn’t involved in politics, had no strong ties to any other
region but Sacae. “They’re trying to turn Ostia into a dog – collared and
controlled and Etruria’s hand on the leash!” She dug her fingers into the trunk,
and bits of bark and moss crumbled under her grip. “And General Cecilia! As if
I should be batting my eyeslashes and saying ‘you’re my hero Lord Roy!’ like
some simpering moron. And she scolds me as if I’m a child throwing a tantrum.
Ha!” Lilina pulled her hands away from the trunk with difficulty and rested
them on her lap instead, tangling her fingers in her skirt. “Ostia won’t end
with me, I swear it by St Elimine, aye, and by mother earth and father sky too!
She’s my charge, my birthright, my legacy, and I’ll restore her to her place if
it kills me.”

“The arrow that does for rabbit won’t do for elk,” Sue said,
in Sacaen.

The proverb took Lilina by surprise even more than the shift
in tone, or language. “Ah…mother used to say that too,” she said.

“Yes, the people of Sacae are very wise.” Even Sue couldn’t
keep a straight face for that. First, she smiled – an expression just as
subdued as the rest of her, but no less nice. Then she laughed a little and
suddenly they were both laughing – a touch hysterically, but real laughter.

Lilina couldn’t remember the last time she’d laughed like
that, laughed so much she was wiping tears from her eyes as she stopped. She felt
lighter, as if some invisible load had been lessened. “I won’t tangle with the
other lords without being prepared,” she promised. “And there’s still Bern and
Etruria to consider, before I can do much of anything at all.”

Sue was rubbing at her eyes as well. “Still, I admire you,
Lilina. If I was half the warrior you are…”

“What happened? In Sacae?” Lilina’s tragedy was plain
enough, she couldn’t have hidden her losses if she wanted to. But Sacae was far
away, and Sue was so private a person, and Lilina only had a faint idea of what
had transpired.

Sue stared at the ground as if willing it to talk for her,
and sighed. “The clans of Sacae took a stand against Bern, all but one. Those
traitors attacked us, along with Bernese troops they’d given access to the
plains.” She scowled. “A hunter I am but a warrior? I was sent with the other
women and children, only to find that we’d ridden into a trap. I did what I
could but in the end…all I could do was flee with nothing more but my horse and
my bow. Lord Orun gave me safe lodging, until he was murdered.”

Lilina did not want to give Sue an empty ‘I’m sorry’ like
the ones given to her, and she couldn’t say nothing. “Bern has a lot of lives
to answer for,” she said, instead. “Lives lost and lives ruined. But that kind
of greed can’t possibly stay locked up quietly behind those mountains. And the
next time they cause trouble…”

“I won’t run, this time,” Sue said. “Some of my people might
still be alive, or captured. Vengeance solves nothing and violence solves
little, but I’ll rebuild my home too, however I must.”

“I’ll help, if there’s anything I can do.”

Sue nodded, and silence fell between them, for once not
awkward but comfortable. It was nice to sit outside on a beautiful day and
listen to birdsong and watch the ever-changing patterns of sun and shadow as
the light changed. It was nice to do those things with a friend, and even that
thought thrilled Lilina just a little bit. She was not a girl with many
friends, perhaps none outside of Roy, and now Sue.

But the light was changing,
and it was nearly time for dinner. She stood up and shook her skirt to free it
from the bits of moss and wood she had scattered liberally around.

“We should get back. Until I find a new seneschal, I don’t
have much free time.” She offered Sue a hand, which was accepted, and pulled
the other girl to her feet.

“Seneschal?”

“A lord’s right hand, someone who takes care of the little
details. Father’s seneschal, Lady Marian, was a treasure, but Leygance saw to
her during his coup.” Lilina set off back towards the castle, but she couldn’t
help moving slowly still, unwilling for this brief respite to end. “I’ll need
to have one found and trained before I can think of joining forces with Roy
again.” She sighed. “And tomorrow I need to ride out and start making rounds of
the tenant farmers outside the city proper, and I need to check on Bors and his
new guard recruits, and talk with the housekeeper and the butler about filling
any servant positions that need filling.” She stopped there, even though the
list went on and on. Her father had tried to prepare her to rule, but the
amount of work still took her by surprise. Where, in this wave of minutiae,
would she find time to fight Bern or the other Lycian lords?

“Can I help?” Sue asked. “Leading here is more complicated
than doing so in Sacae, but if I need to regather my clan it’s something I must
continue to learn.”

Lilina paused as they neared the gated wall that separated
the park from the rest of the castle estate. The sun was setting behind the
park, throwing long, twisted shadows from the wall and gate across the
perfectly manicured lawn. A good representation of how she felt – as soon as
they crossed that threshold she was Lady Ostia again, with all the
responsibilities and problems of the country firmly on her shoulders once more.

Lilina had always known who she was, what she was destined
for, and she had wanted it. But she’d never wanted it like this. Never wanted
to claim it from death and despair. Even so Ostia was hers, and it needed care
and keeping. She pushed the gate open.

“I can’t refuse any offer of help right now,” she told Sue.
“I’m sure we can find something that will be useful for both of us. And…well,
we do have one of the best training arenas in all Lycia. Perhaps we can spar
together sometime? We have to keep up on that
as well.”

Sue smiled her elusive smile again, and closed the gate
behind her. “I’d like that, very much.”