“His wolfishly dark gaze slid across mine, devouring the passionately red silk of my gown.
An offered hand—I posed seductively, inviting him to envelop my clasped fingers.
A crooked grin—I slyly reciprocated, emboldening my stance with a teasing flick of my tongue.”
#Prose
@EloiseRuffell This is the most intricate cover I have ever seen ✨
Is it a fantasy / action?
I am really drawn to the vivid colour, the sword. It looks very symbolic.
One of those covers I would pick up from a bookstore :)
My adult debut is out today & I'm so excited!
EMBER'S PHOENIX, the first in my Canticum Duology, is out in the world - a labour of love for the last four years!
Two Songs.
One forbidden love.
And a prophecy that could wake the SongSlayer
#romantasy#booktwt#EvernightPublishing
„Siedziałam na ławę—ręce mocno zaciśnięte.”
„Czarna, gęsta kurtka oblepiała moje ciało pod śnieżnym kocem.”
I sat on the bench — hands clasped tightly together.
A thick, black coat covered my body under a blanket of white.
@pollyannaperona I can relate. I started drafting a gothic realism-type project.
And then I realised how difficult it was to just continue the scene after a while of not engaging too much with it.
My silk sheets remained untouched — wrapped in pristine perfection.
Just how I liked it.
Unfortunately, my mind disagreed.
It lingered on last night.
#romance#mystery#desire
@lorechefwrites I am hooked just by the title :) There is something beautifully hunting and mysterious about it :)
For me, I get a really specific kind of imagery when I read it.
And well done on getting published 🦋
@kacieqwrites I know how that feels: the first line gives you that wave of excitement.
And then the last lots: and your hope turns into disappointment 🦋
But that doesn’t mean it is the end.
What then? If I drown in an ocean of nightmares...
Will I suffocate in the darkness?
Will someone find and rescue me from the fading light?
Will I remain forgotten in one chapter of a historical book, which doesn't even exist?
#fear#WritingCommunity#darkness
@MBHenry1985 It is like finally realizing you have to kind of make yourself vulnerable, releasing control over the outcome, and allowing readers to make the judgement.
“Chcę spróbować, ale strach mnie spowalnia .
I want to try, but fear slows me down.
Pragnę ciepło światła, więc wybieram światło.
I long for the warmth of light, so I choose light.
A co jak w ogóle nie da się wyjść z ciemnej drogi? “
But what if I can’t escape the dark path
“Ale… te strachy wciąż są zakażane w moim sercu, ostrzegając przed otwarciem głębokie rany… wbite w siebie.”
But… those feats are still etched inside my heart, warning me against opening deep wounds… scarred inside me.
“Chcę spróbować, ale strach mnie spowalnia .”
#fear