Leslie Anne Lee

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Email: [email protected]. Find me in memories and imagination. Stockings. Mermaids. Stolen seconds. Write your story and find me in mine.

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I have always believed the most dangerous stories are the ones that tell the truth about us.
When the Stars Fell is out now. Available on Amazon- just click on the link.
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This one is personal.
I wrote pieces of myself into these pages—the beautiful ones and the ones I usually keep hidden. The grief. The anger. The wanting. The terrible ache of loving something you cannot save. The intoxicating temptation to become a little dangerous after the world has hurt you.
These gods are not good.
They desire. They betray. They bleed. They destroy things they once swore they would protect.
And they love.
Morwen. Vaelric. Aedan. Scáil. I let them be messy. Sensual. Jealous. Cruel. Devoted. Unforgivable.
Because sometimes the darkest part of a love story isn’t falling for the monster.
It’s realizing you understand why the monster became one.
WHEN THE STARS FELL
Book Two of Age of Gods
OUT NOW.
Come fall with me
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Good morning. 7 AM meeting with Amazon. Book has been on boarded. Now it just needs to be processed. When it comes out, let’s go get lost in the Vale together. #books #ScienceFiction #fantasy #author

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Thank you @markpooler1
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So excited to be a part of this collaboration with @mspnewsglobal @markpooler1 and @LynneMcTaggart
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Honored and blessed by yet another wonderful piece by @markpooler1
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What a wonderful experience to be a part of @markpooler1 https://t.co/vx93g9OVAb

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But if he WAS real?

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@AuthorGFAllen This sounds epic.

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From Novelist to Screenwriter to Film Critic: Why Leslie Anne Lee Refuses to Stay in One Lane: https://t.co/nQdPrNCAcA

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@Inkitt @Wallerthewriter This is awesome!

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✨ Author Spotlight: Shaun Michael Waller - @Wallerthewriter

By day, he's a chef in Cambridge. For the past ten years, he's also been a writer - one who freely admits he wasn't good at it at first, and kept going anyway. Learning, improving, refusing to put the pen down.

Then he found Inkitt, and the doors opened. He reached his first 1,000 reads and remembers the unforgettable moment a reader on the other side of the world found his book - proof that a story written in a Cambridge kitchen could reach anyone, anywhere. Now he's chasing a bigger dream: seeing one of his stories make it to the screen on CandyJar.

And his writing is deeply personal. His book Frequent Bond follows two half-brothers who set out to get in shape and end up fighting for everything - inspired by Shaun and his own brother, Steven. In Bridge Street, the characters are real people and the setting is the city he calls home.

Best of all, Shaun lifts others as he climbs - giving a percentage of what he make on Inkitt to charity and helping fellow writers grow their own readerships.
His advice to anyone sitting on a story? "Go for it. Publish your book. Don't be scared."

📖 Read Frequent Bond → https://t.co/XxenAP6fnZ

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Now available on Amazon in both paperback and Kindle versions!

I wanted to take a moment and say thank you. Not to the people who simply buy my books, but the ones who have invested in believing in me, and in this journey. From the time I wrote my first full-length book at 17 until now. Thank you to those who listened to my ideas and showed up to celebrate. Who believed in the smallest chances to do big things. I might not be famous, I might not be rich, but your belief in me has been priceless.

And to those who have lost the ability to believe in the small people, the underdogs. To those who see only the amount of money in a bank account, I am sorry. Sorry that you can't see the magic, wonder, and power of imagination or storytelling. You may think I have less than a 1% chance of ever being somebody, but it's still 1%. And I consider myself wealthy beyond measure because I have the power to live rent-free in my own mind, love with my own heart, and share both with the world.

So here is to dreaming your own dreams, believing your own thoughts, and loving in the way you choose.

Please use the link to purchase When the Gods Wept: https://t.co/LM3znvAy3T

Thank you for believing!

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The kindle version is out now! Paperback coming in a day or two!

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Proofreading the e-book version of my upcoming book while in route to LA. This is the life.

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Brennen is, in many ways, the aching heart of The Ashwalker and Firebrand. He is not the loudest character in the room, nor the most outwardly dangerous, yet his strength lies in something far more fragile and difficult: loyalty. Fierce, consuming, and at times devastating loyalty. In a world fractured by war, betrayal, and the ambitions of those hungry for power, Brennen remains painfully human. That humanity is what makes him matter.

Throughout The Ashwalker, Brennen carries the burden of being the protector—the one who stands between the people he loves and the darkness threatening to consume them. His relationship with Aine defines much of his emotional journey. He loves her with a kind of desperate intensity that is both beautiful and tragic. To Brennen, Aine is not merely a princess or a symbol of prophecy; she is the last tether holding together the parts of himself that war has not yet destroyed. But love, in Brennen’s case, is tangled with fear. Fear of losing her. Fear of failing her. Fear that he is not enough to stand beside what she is becoming.

That fear becomes especially raw in his conflict with Raviel. Where Raviel is sharp, seductive, and unafraid to challenge Aine’s autonomy, Brennen’s love often manifests through protection and closeness. Their rivalry is not merely about affection—it is about ideology. Brennen believes love means guarding someone from harm. Raviel believes love means allowing someone to choose their own path, even into danger. This clash exposes Brennen’s deepest flaw: his inability to separate devotion from possession. Yet that flaw also makes him heartbreakingly real.

What makes Brennen compelling is that he never stops feeling. Even in rage, grief, jealousy, or despair, he remains deeply emotional in a world where many characters harden themselves into monsters to survive. He bleeds openly. He loves openly. And because of that, every wound cuts deeper.

He represents the tragedy of the ordinary man standing beside legends. While others wield ancient magic, command dragons, or reshape kingdoms, Brennen fights with sheer will and heart. He is the character who reminds readers what is truly at stake beneath the grandeur of prophecy and war: human connection, love, and the desperate hope that the people we love will survive long enough for us to find peace again.

There is something profoundly tragic about Brennen because he is constantly trying to hold together a world already slipping through his fingers. And yet, despite all of his mistakes, his anger, and his fears, he never stops trying. That persistence—that refusal to abandon the people he loves even when it destroys him—is what makes Brennen unforgettable.

Author's note: Brennan and Raviel were only ever supposed to be side characters. But fans have clearly adopted them as the focal point of the second half of LotV. That is what I love about writing. You can write what is in your head, and then gift it to the world to create their own ideas and stories. I am not opposed to the obsession over these two:)

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When I wrote this exchange, I never saw Raviel and Brennen as simple rivals fighting over a woman. To me, the scene was always about two men who know each other too well. That is what gives the dialogue its teeth. Neither is guessing where to strike. They already know the wounds.
Raviel is dangerous because he sees through people. He understands desire, weakness, and loneliness. He has been trained to know where to strike his opponent. But the tragedy of Raviel is that he also mistakes intensity for honesty. In his mind, allowing Aine freedom is proof that his love is purer. He believes Brennen’s protectiveness comes from fear and possessiveness. So when he says, “I let her choose for herself,” there is genuine conviction there. Raviel truly believes he is the less selfish of the two.
Brennen sees Raviel as someone who seduces not only with beauty but also with emotional manipulation. Raviel doesn’t force chains onto people—he makes them want the chains. That is what frightens Brennen. Raviel is not dangerous because he is cruel. He is dangerous because he is magnetic. Because he knows exactly how to turn vulnerability into longing.
And Brennen hates him for it.
As the author, what fascinated me most while writing this scene was that both men are right and wrong simultaneously. Raviel accuses Brennen of smothering Aine. Brennen accuses Raviel of hunting her emotionally. Both accusations are true. Both men love her. Both men also want something from her that validates their own identity.
And beneath all of it is their shared history.
That history matters enormously to me. They are not strangers colliding over affection. These are men who grew up in the shadow of the same power structures, the same emotional starvation, the same wounds inflicted by Beathach and Bearla. Raviel was favored. Brennen was overlooked. Raviel learned how to weaponize charm and emotional control. Brennen learned endurance, silence, and loyalty. They became opposites born from the same fire.
So when they fight, they are not merely fighting over Aine. They are fighting over who deserved to be loved. Who was seen. Who mattered.
Aine simply becomes the place where all those unresolved fractures erupt.
That is why I love writing scenes like this. Not because of the romance alone, but because emotionally charged dialogue reveals people at their most honest. Anger strips away performance. These men say things in this exchange that they would never confess calmly. They expose each other with surgical cruelty because they already know exactly where the fractures lie.
To me, that is where compelling character work lives—not in perfect heroes, but in wounded people trying to love while dragging old scars behind them like chains. How often do we do the same thing? How often do we wound because we are wounded, let our fear of love keep us from being loved? So very often we create our own cages and offer our captors the key.

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@AuthorGFAllen Sometimes it’s better that way.

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In the final battle of Firebrand, the fate of the Vale hangs by a single thread as dragons darken the skies, ancient powers awaken, and the Ashwalker herself stands at the edge of ruin and transcendence. Aine—heir to fire, memory, and the broken legacy of the Vale—must face not only the armies of Bearla and the monstrous corruption unleashed through Pfiff, but the terrible temptation of the Heart of the Vale itself: a power capable of saving the world… or consuming it. As dragons roar over shattered kingdoms and fairies rise beside warriors in a last desperate stand, loyalties fracture, old griefs ignite, and love is tested in the fire of war. In a battle where memory, magic, and sacrifice collide, the final question becomes clear: will Aine master the flame within her—or become the very inferno destined to destroy the world she was born to protect?
This portion of the story took WEEKS to write. Partly because of personal struggles, but partly because I did not want to say goodbye to the world I had created. This is, and will be for years to come, my heart and soul. Trying to capture it over the last few days was near impossible - still can't get my dragons right, or the colors of the Vale. But AI can only go so far. It lives rent-free in my head, and that is what I treasure. That, and the people I love enough to write into the pages of these books.