Hi Bookstadon! I'm an aspiring #self-published author, looking to promote my new book, The Moments Between The Apocalypse, coming out soon!
The Moments Between The Apocalypse is a #UrbanFantasy#Sapphic#Romance about a dorky mage and her super-soldier monster hunter girlfriend, as they find bright moments together in the darkest of times.
#PhantastikPrompts 30.5.: "Was ist auf dem Cover deines Buches abgebildet? Wer hat es erstellt?"
"Rotkäppchens Lied der Wölfe" - ein Premade von FrinaArt, aber es zeigt eine Szene aus dem Buch, als sei es extra dafür gemacht worden.
"Das Geheimnis des Monsieur Arnaud" zeigt die Protagonistin Colette vor dem Hintergrund des Quai Vauban in Besançon, und gezaubert hat es Hera N. Hunter.
The mushroom ring was drawn in chalk, so I'd thought nothing of it...
As the fae realm drew me in, I tried to remember - was it just local fairy food that I needed to avoid? Was the lunch in my bag safe since I'd brought it with me?
"It worked! It's a human!" exclaimed an excited pixie.
"They-them, please," I blurted instinctively.
"They're a human! Humans exist!"
"Ugh, you won the bet, now let's send them back..." grumped an elf.
Liz just wants a happy birthday.
Is that too much to ask?
A beautiful antique bed: her birthday present to herself. The nice delivery men set it up in her bedroom, and then all Hell breaks loose. Literally.
When it turns out the bed's former owner isn't basking in the glow of a happy afterlife, Liz must face some nasty adversaries to help him. Why on earth would she risk her life and her sanity to help a ghost? Certainly not because she’s in love with him.
The human child decided not to tease their fish-tailed pal, and instead talked about marbles and their mutual love of turtles and pizza.
Decades later, the human had to admit that the siren looked so happy atop the firetruck she was assigned to, screaming her lungs out as they raced towards a blaze.
She shrugged, "Sometimes men need a little magic too."
The scruffy young man looked down at himself, then at the list of tasks he still hadn't completed, after hours, for free, "A little magical help would be nice..."
"To the gala with you, charm some princes, be back by midnight," said the fairy godmother tucking away her wand then pulling on her programmer socks, "I'll finish up here."
The kettle was always the right temperature for the intended beverage, nor did it require fire nor electricity.
Yet it was always cool to the touch. This tended to startle people, especially if they had placed it on a stove and witnessed a typical whistle of steam.
It had been created by a tea-loving wizard, then given as a gift to the wizard's favorite tea-loving Influencer.
It was delivered by raven because the wizard was too chai.
As an #author I often assume knowledge that I should ask about. So, here's the ask: As an average person, if you saw a woman in an urban situation with a #wolf (it is a wolf but nobody is saying it is a wolf), would you assume it was a #dog?
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Feel free to comment if you have experience with telling the difference or studying #wolves.