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libraryofnika · 5 months ago

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“𝑰𝒇 𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒉𝒂𝒅 𝒆𝒗𝒆𝒓 𝒃𝒐𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒓𝒆𝒅 𝒕𝒐 𝒂𝒏𝒔𝒘𝒆𝒓 𝒎𝒚 𝒍𝒆𝒕𝒕𝒆𝒓,” — “𝑾𝒉𝒂𝒕 𝒍𝒆𝒕𝒕𝒆𝒓?

𝙷𝚎𝚒𝚛𝚜 ��𝚏 𝙳𝚎𝚜𝚝𝚛𝚞𝚌𝚝𝚒𝚘𝚗 𝚋𝚢 𝚃.𝙽.𝚅𝚒𝚝𝚞𝚜 ʙᴏᴏᴋ ʀᴇᴠɪᴇᴡ ⊹˙⋆

Gracing you again with my unedited full review of 𝙷𝚎𝚒𝚛𝚜 𝚘𝚏 𝙳𝚎𝚜𝚝𝚛𝚞𝚌𝚝𝚒𝚘𝚗, a new high fantasy novel series that I enjoyed so much. I absolutely highly recommend this brilliantly written novel. My full review might contain SPOILERS, so be aware of that when you decide to read my unedited review.

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Release Date: June 25, 2024

Date Finished and Reviewed (Goodreads): June 21, 2024

Ratings: 4⭐️

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It took me a while to finish this because this novel was stressing me– NOT IN A BAD WAY BUT IN A GOOD WAY.

Going forward, the writing is brilliant. It did really well in drawing my attention and curiosity from the very start until the end. I was glad that the writing really did fit the story, I think that’s one of the main reasons I enjoyed this book very much.

The world building was intricate. I would say the author did well in introducing it in the novel, I quite enjoy it. The world building did really feel medieval to me and perhaps a little bit of the GoT atmosphere. I would definitely love to see more of it in the 2nd book. Although I’m quite waiting for the Dragon and Vampire concept to be shown more, it wasn’t that much here, so I hope the 2nd novel will exercise these more.

The plot was very much politial at the beginning. However, it did waned and went towards the character arc route, in my opinion, in like 60%, which I didn’t have a problem considering the characters were really likeable. I was really rooting for them all. Still, it was politically intrigued to me in some ways and more building of the storyline.

I would say I was more attached to the characters, especially Rhella and Virgil. Their dynamics and chemistry are undeniable. They’re giving me so much of a strong couple and ride or die couple vibes, and strangely, the Percy and Annabeth, I don’t know why, honestly. I’m definitely looking forward to the developments of this pairing.

Asriel, on the other hand, I was rooting for him to be honest, but after that scheme of his, I was upset. I was expecting so much of him, but I would say I’m disappointed with his character.

There are quite a few suspicious characters, in my opinion. I would say let’s see how it goes in the next instalment.

The parts towards the ending on the hand— I’m not quite sure how I should feel about it, I’m suspicious? It was abrupt to me and felt anticlimactic. That being said, let’s see how it would go after that part in the next instalment.

Overall, this was a solid introduction for the series. I’m really rooting for this and excited for the events, especially Rhaella, Virgil, Asriel, and the rest of the characters’ development in the next instalment ♡

If you like these, you’ll need to check this novel ♡

◇ political intrigue

◇ world building

◇ well written characters

◇ queer cast

◇ royals

◇ fantasy elements (dragons, prophecy, vampire, and the likes)

◇ strong and potentially ride and die couple

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Thank you, author, for the e-arc opportunity, I definitely had fun in this novel. I’m super excited and can not wait for the 2nd instalment ♡

P.S. I made an honest mistake on my tbr post and had this book under sapphic, but the right category would be queer for the characters 🔖

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hazelmcnellis · 8 months ago

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📣 Es ist endlich da! 🎊

*Buchwerbung

Nach 2,5 Jahren, Tränen, Freude und noch mehr Hirnschmalz, ist das #ProjektApokalypse endlich abgeschlossen und veröffentlicht. 😍

Das E-Book mit dem Titel "2118 - Im Visier der Monster" ist nun für schlappe 5,99 € in praktisch allen gängigen Onlineshops erhältlich, juhu! 🎉 Ihr kriegt es zum Beispiel bei Amazon, Thalia, Weltbild, Hugendubel, bol oder buecher.de und noch vielen anderen mehr.

Außerdem habe ich die Freigabe zur Onleihe in Bibliotheken erteilt, sodass es auch ausgeliehen werden kann - sprecht die Bibliothek eures Vertrauens also gerne darauf an, damit sie die entsprechende Lizenz erwirbt! 🧡

Ich danke euch, falls ihr es lesen mögt! 🙏🏼☺️

Hier hab ich noch den Klappentext für euch, um euch die Entscheidung zu erleichtern. 😉👇🏼

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sweeetbutpsyco · 6 months ago

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Booklover problems

Am I the only one facing this?

"Why do I always seem to finish a book in half an hour when I waited an entire year for it to come out? Now what do I do? Ugh--"

#books #reading #booklover #bookworm #bibliophile #bookaddict #bookquotes #booklife #readerproblems #bookrelease #finishedreading #readinghabits #bookcommunity #bookish

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razzlekitty · 6 months ago

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*blows dust off this account, has coughing fit*

Been a hot damn minute huh? Well I did it! Self-published my own book! Already writing another book within the same universe, different characters. But I'm going to start to be more active again. I have two different book series within the same universe planned that I've been messing around with in my head for the better part of 20 years. (Yes... I'm that old... :C)

Anyways I understand if those who only followed for the WoW content unfollow. But I do hope you join me for the progression of these books. I do have an Instagram and I have been regularly posting there but I can't share character prompts and writing snippets there like I can with Tumblr. It'll benefit me to have both.

The Tumblr for just the book is: https://olcoron.tumblr.com/

My IG handle is zizikitty.writes

🐦‍🔥 Finding Home: Phoenix Rising 🐦‍🔥 is an epic adventure surrounding a 13 year old orphaned mage girl named Micha. She has magic no other mage has and visions she can’t explain. When she expresses her desire to find who she is, the Mage’s Guild tells her she belongs to them and they try to make her forget these visions via potions. When a necromancer attacks the college she and her friends escape. They find a broken warrior who vows to protect her. The templar sent after her is bent on her death, the Mage’s Guild seeks to put her back in her gilded cage all while the necromancer is sowing death and chaos as he builds his army. She tries to keep her friends alive while trying to find out her past.

Available now on Amazon!

Note, while this is YA I do not recommend it for really young readers due to violence and adult language. It is an epic adventure akin to the Hobbit or LotR with a dash of Harry Potter. The only romance is between the side characters and not a major portion of the plot and there is no spice.

If you like:

✨Magic

✨Medieval Fantasy

✨Epic Adventure

✨Fantasy Creatures

✨Templar, Paladins and Clerics

✨Warring Nations

✨Grumpy Barbarians

✨Kids with a thirst for Adventure

✨Starts out fun and light hearted

✨Danger and Action

✨Sword Fights

✨Character growth and Development

✨Romance as a side plot with side characters

#fantasyauthors #bookrelease #author #fantasynovel #findinghome #indieauthor

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xariaseesred · 9 months ago

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Novel by Xaria Ryu

chapter one

GENESIS

Brief: In the opening chapter of 'Cursed Shores', we're introduced to a world brimming with challenges – a cityscape plagued by the consequences of unchecked super-powers. Keitaro, navigating a hazardous environment, seeks refuge in a bar, surrounded by a populace drowning their sorrows in a daily struggle for survival. As the night grows darker and the rain starts pouring mercilessly, we witness a mysterious encounter, a brief yet intense confrontation, and a glimpse into the Keitaro's internal struggles. We are then taken to a basement filled with aged books, where a complicated dynamic with Haruki, is explored. The chapter ends where stage is set, not with grandeur, but with a quiet intensity, inviting us to a world where survival is an art and secrets lurk in the shadows.

CHAPTER LIST:

chapter two: FLAME

Chapter starts below the break: keep reading! :)

Monsters, genetically modified plants trying to kill us all, abuse of power that leads to massacres and wars or incurable diseases, would all be perfectly good and logical reasons as to why I am plastered at a bar scanning for someone who might know a way off this island. The people here are nearly all understandably drunk out of their minds, none of them able to live their daily lives for longer than a work day. Children darting between tables without supervision, while lurking hazards stand poised to exploit even the slightest misstep. The place is loud, save for the moments when someone gets too reckless with their curse and gets dragged off the premises. The silence that washes over the room feels like a cold blade threatening to slit your throat. At least to anyone with something to hide. Once that is revealed, you can kiss this hell goodbye and welcome another one right after hours and hours of wishing you were never born.

Gloves hide my curse, but my temper needs more than gloves to be concealed, and it is rising by the second. The alcohol stench and the soldiers posted up in every corner of the place are not helping.

“Fresh meat, huh?” a velvety voice asks in a hushed tone standing next to me.

“Walk along,” I nearly snarl, keeping my head down and not sparing them a glance. Whoever it is does not let up and slides closer to me, alcohol reeking off their person.

“I know what you are,” they go on, voice sounding almost like purring now that we are standing shoulder to shoulder. With swift movements, I have spun them around, grabbed both their hands and pinned them behind their back under the bar’s edge so no unwanted eyes witness what just went down. It is a woman covered in rain protective gear looking a little younger than she sounded. Former military employee I would assume. No one else could get their hands on anything like that. Half my body covers hers and I tighten my grip around her wrists.

“Eager to end up in jail I see,” she laughs. Drunk, I make out of her behavior. I will spare her the questioning and I tell her as much until I have convinced her that she is out of her mind. I let her go, leaving her giggling by the bar as I walk out into the neonate night. Cannot risk someone taking her seriously. I would rather have my trial that is barely two days away than get beaten to death in a jail cell.

With no plan to ever return and risk my identity being outed, I make my way to a place I have learned to love and despise.

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The basement, crammed with thousands of books, exudes an icy chill between its shelves covering just a few square meters. I wish slamming the book shut in frustration was enough. Throwing it across the room would be a crime in here. Burning it up into ashes is out of the question, but painfully desired. You cannot win in this dreadful city, let alone the whole Island. Leaving is not an easy feat either.

The flame dancing between my index finger and thumb, dies down gradually, turning a transparent pastel blue as it gets smaller and morphs into faint smoke. Rather than reigniting the flame, I allow the darkness to envelop me, accompanied by a deafening silence. I sit there by my miserable self until I hear indistinct footsteps grow louder and louder evoking a curse from deep in my chest. I don’t have the patience for this right now. I glance towards one of the shelves. It doesn’t take long for the inconvenience to step into my little corner and lean onto one of the coarse wooden shelves sporting a sad smile. Calling him an inconvenience is wrong on my part but not entirely untrue. I try too hard, way too often to avoid him only to have my night end like this.

“You okay in there?” he asks after a heavy sigh. His tone is just light enough to come across as friendly. It has been a skill people have to learn to master around me since they know better than to step out of line with me.

“I’ll need you to keep your mouth shut.” In the weak light that is seeping through the window from a street light, his staple black cap casts a dark shadow across his face at all times so all anyone ever sees is his mouth, which is now shaping a strained line in reaction to my words.

“Always a ray of sunshine, yeah? I’ll need you to leave. Now.” Too pure for his own good.

I am a walking hazard to these preserved books. I should in fact not be here in the first place, is what he should say. He is just too nice to say it.

“Haruki…” I know it is nothing I can say that really helps my case but it is not like me to hold back what I truly feel around anyone either. Be it complaints or hateful remarks. There is not much on the good side of things around this one since his very existence has been a deep sorrow to endure dating back years. The only defense my brain seems to have against that is spite.

“Light this candle, will you. Can’t see shit in here.” My body temperature and temperament is irregular as it is, but right now I can feel the blood sizzling far beyond its boiling point. He knows better than anyone that riling me up could have dire consequences. None that I will ever be proud of. That should also keep him away from me. Why he lets me stick around is beyond my ability to comprehend. Words do not suffice these days, but I’m willing to bet good fortune that unimaginably mean things would come out of my mouth to someone who’s never truly wronged me.

After much inner turmoil I decide to light his candle. Haruki had started getting antsy as well, eyes glowing a terrifying dark red shining through the shadow as if ready to strike any second. People might think he is perfect but even he is not immune to impatience.

“That’s not really your color, Ki,” I tell him under my breath, but still making sure I also don’t cross his boundaries. That nickname is one I gave him when we were just toddlers, playing in the tunnels under the city, both of us, along with a couple dozen other kids, having been strictly told to never show our faces on the surface until we were deemed ready. We were naive souls back then. Not our fault, but we could’ve never guessed what challenges awaited us.

“What on earth did I do to get you actually talking, huh?” Fake smile or not, it could rival the sun in its brightness, teeth gleaming like the most expensive pearls. In the dim light of his candle the sharper angles of his youthful face get the spotlight. No wonder people idolize him the way they do. It’s almost aggravating how beautiful he is. Sometimes I think holding a grudge towards him for that reason would make more sense. That him always turning heads, getting what he wants all the time and people praising him for damn near everything is annoying enough. Him in his whole casual suit and tie get-up should be annoying enough.

“I’ll leave,” I exhale sharply before I make a fool of myself. While I grab my things I see Haruki’s eyes lose their color and disappear behind the shadow, his smile fading back into a strained line.

“Help me put these books back, Keitaro,” he utters firmly and I get the feeling that he could sense I did not want to be around him anymore. “Please?” The place is a mess and it is too late to argue with anyone at this hour.

I sort the books for him to the best of my ability, just to make it easier for him to put them back on the shelf. They are all old and torn. Most of them are missing pages, some have been found under water so the pages are uneven with the black words faded. Haruki finds this aspect of the library-keeping very intriguing. As illegal as it is for him to keep these books here in this region, he would protect them with his life and he has made that much unmistakably clear for me. He knows this place as well as his own bedroom. Down to every nook, secret passage and whatever people back then decided to hide within the books. Even theft is completely out of the question since he would know within a second if a thought like that appeared in someone’s head.

As we inch closer to being done with the books, my thoughts drift deeper into darker territory, further down memory lane and I once again see how close Haruki was to losing everything he ever held dear. Haruki senses the shift in my aura and makes the mistake of looking up and meeting my eyes. His now gleaming a concerned gray. The candle that he had set on the table lights up the rest of his face. Big innocent eyes asking questions I cannot answer and the burn mark I feared making an appearance from his temple down to his cheekbone. Still covered in angry, deep scars. The work of which I caused.

Until now, the anger I held earlier had started to subside. Now it awakened like a tiger held captive for too long, ready to kill anything that moves. I freeze for a second knowing that if it gets too intense, I am totally in the wrong place. I put the last book into Haruki’s cart to dart out of the library and into the night’s thunderstorm. Before Haruki gets completely out of earshot for me, I hear a barely audible “good night” as an overdue apology is stuck, heavy on my tongue.

Heavy raindrops fall against my hair feeling cold everywhere it is parted as I make my way off the streets out toward the fields. The houses there are safer since these thunderstorms are constant. Sometimes accompanied with rain and sometimes not. They destroy more in a matter of minutes than what we can build in years, and that’s not to mention the relentless flooding this city goes through weekly. It has been like this for years and years so it is hard to remember what a normal day was like.

As I approach the coast, a sense of unease washes over me like the tidal wave crashing against the shore. Something is different tonight, as if the air itself is charged with an electric energy that prickles my skin and sets my nerves on edge. It’s eerily quiet and in the distance I hear the whispers of patrol getting closer. Not a good sign.

And then, I see it.

Hovering above a small lonely piece of land on the horizon, a strange craft hangs suspended in the air like a phantom from another world glowing red. Its sleek contours are illuminated by the faint glow of the city lights, casting eerie shadows that dance across the water's surface.

My heart pounds in my chest as I watch in awe and terror, the sound of helicopters cutting through the air like a knife. With trembling hands, I raise my scope to get a better look, my breath catching in my throat as I witness the craft unleash three beams of light that stretch for miles in every direction.

I duck behind a nearby rock, my heart racing as adrenaline courses through my veins. This is no ordinary sighting; this is a warning, a sign that something far more sinister is at play.

As the echoes of the craft's arrival fade into the night, I know that I can no longer ignore the call to action. Whatever awaits me once I am away from this island, I must face it head-on, for the fate of my sister and those I hold dear hangs in the balance. But come hell or high water, I will not rest until I uncover the truth behind this mysterious intrusion and put an end to the chaos that threatens to consume us all...

>>> CHAPTER TWO <<<

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jclibanwrites · 9 months ago

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Happy to announce that the paperback version of A Questionable Greatness is now available!

Grab your copy for a fun fantasy adventure of nostalgia, laughs, and greatness!~

PS: Sorry for the late announcement. Our golden retriever pups needed our full attention yesterday xD

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sophilozophy · 2 years ago

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📚 2023 Book Releases, Part I Here is part I of the releases I'm looking forward to in 2023, including an autobiography–a first for me. I'm sure I'll come across even more as the year progresses–it was hard narrowing down the list already. There is also a stack of books that I already own that I want to enjoy in 2023. ▫️A Ruinous Fate, Kaylie Smith ▫️The Daughters of Izdihar, Hadeer Elsbai ▫️Highly Suspicious and Unfairly Cute, Talia Hibbert ▫️We Are All So Good at Smiling, Amber McBride ▫️Spare, Prince Harry ▫️Thief of Sorrows, Kristen M. Long ▫️Court of Tricksters, S. L. Prater ▫️Windward Family, Alexis Keir Edit: The release date for Highly Suspicious and Unfairly Cute by Talia Hibbert is January 3, 2023.

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cinnamonsociety · 1 year ago

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Willkommen bei der Cinnamon Society!

Die Cinnamon Society ist eine Gruppe von Autorinnen und Autoren, die aus Deutschland, Österreich und der Schweiz kommen. Wir veröffentlichen jedes Jahr mehrere Kurzgeschichtensammlungen und spenden den Erlös an verschiedene wohltätige Organisationen. Dank unserer bisherigen Bücher »Mittwintertage«, »Frühsommernächte«, »Kaminfeuerabende«, »Zimt und Poesie« und »Sommerregentänze« (die übrigens auch immer noch käuflich erwerbbar sind ;) ) konnten wir jeweils über 600 Euro an die Österreichische Krebshilfe Wien, das Frauenhaus in Regensburg sowie drei weitere wohltätige Organisationen spenden.

x Wie läuft das Projekt ab?

Ein Buchprojekt dauert jeweils 3 1/2 Monate von der Autorensuche bis zum Release. Gerade sind wir wieder mittendrin. Schon im November erscheint unser zweites Adventskalenderbuch, dessen Erlös ebenfalls für einen wohltätigen Zweck gespendet wird. Wir wechseln unsere Spendenziele immer zwischen den drei Ländern, aus denen unsere Autor:innen stammen ab - diesmal ist wieder Deutschland an der Reihe.

Von der Ausschreibung für neue Plätze in der Cinnamon Society an sind 14 Tage Zeit, um sich zu bewerben. Dabei wollen wir wissen, warum du gerne zu uns kommen möchtest und eine kleine Leseprobe haben. Dann kommt die Schreibphase. Je nach Projekt kannst du 1 oder mehrere Geschichten schreiben. Das Maximum geben wir beim Projekt selbst bekannt.

Als nächstes steht die Testlesephase an. Du bekommst einige Geschichten zugeteilt, um diese testzulesen. Außerdem ist genug Zeit, um Extras wie zum Beispiel Rezepte, Bastelideen etc. einzubringen.

Es folgt das Lektorat, das ungefähr zwei bis drei Wochen in Anspruch nimmt. Unsere LektorInnen lesen über alle Geschichten und bessern diese aus.

Innerhalb von ungefähr einer Woche wird das Feedback eingearbeitet. Es ist Zeit für Fragen an die Lektor:innen. Jetzt wird das Buch formatiert, Grafiken und das Inhaltsverzeichnis werden eingefügt. Es folgen der Upload des Buches und Ausfüllen von letzten Daten. Und dann heißt es: "Happy Releaseday!"

Während der ganzen Zeit, aber besonders in den Wochen vor und nach dem Release, sind wir auf Instagram aktiv und werben für das neue Projekt. Auch hier freuen wir uns immer über Unterstützung!

x Und was bekomme ich dafür?

Alle Autor:innen, Grafiker:innen, Lektor:innen, Blogger:innen und andere beteiligte Personen arbeiten komplett ehrenamtlich, da unser gesamter Erlös gespendet wird. Wenn du also Lust hast, dich zu engagieren, bist du genau richtig bei uns.

x Wie kann ich euch unterstützen?

Zunächst einmal kannst du dich in jeder Bewerbungsphase als Autor:in, Lektor:in, Grafiker:in und Blogger:in bewerben. Auch Buchsätzer:innen werden immer gesucht. Wenn du eine andere Idee hast, wie du uns unterstützen kannst, freuen wir uns auch immer über neue Anfragen!

Außerdem würden wir uns natürlich sehr freuen, wenn du unser Buch lesen und ganz vielen Menschen von unserer Gruppe erzählen würdest! Wir teilen auch regelmäßig Templates auf Instagram oder machen Mitmachaktionen wie zum Beispiel #schreibenmitzimt.

Wir freuen uns natürlich auch über Instagrambeiträge und Storys über unsere Gruppe.

Du kannst auch gerne unseren Flyer ausdrucken und überall verteilen z.B. in Supermärkten, Geschäften und an anderen Orten.

Wir haben auch einen Podcast, den du auf Spotify unter “Zimt und Papier” findest.

Jede Unterstützung hilft uns sehr, unser Ziel zu erreichen und immer mehr Menschen von unseren zu Projekten begeistern!

x Wo finde ich euch?

“Mittwintertage” kannst du bei Bookmundo bestellen. Unsere restlichen Bücher findest du bei Books on Demand (BOD). Sie lassen sich aber natürlich auch vor Ort in deiner Buchhandlung, bei Thalia oder Amazon kaufen.

Unsere Homepage kannst du dir hier anschauen: https://www.cinnamonsociety-autoren.com/

Du findest uns auf Instagram unter diesem Link: https://www.instagram.com/cinnamon_society/

Wir sind auch auf Tiktok, Discord und Pinterest aktiv. Die Links findest du im Linktree in unserer Bio auf Instagram. Wenn du sie nicht findest, schick uns einfach eine DM oder eine Nachricht über das Kontaktformular auf der Homepage. Genauso auch bei allen anderen Anliegen.

Wir freuen uns auf dich! Und wer weiß, vielleicht bist du ja schon bald auch ein Teil der Cinnamon Society?

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