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graphicpolicy · 2 months ago
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Vault Books and Aethon Books Bring Popular Light Novel LitRPGs to Bookstores for the First Time
Vault Books and Aethon Books Bring Popular Light Novel LitRPGs to Bookstores for the First Time #books
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rogerclarkaudiobooks · 3 months ago
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"Knights Apocalyptica 2"
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Publisher's Summary:
Humanity has survived, and the Knights will stride into the waste to find it. During his first few months as a Knight, Erec defeated one of the greatest threats to the Kingdom of Cindrus in years. The White Stag, all thanks to VAL and his power of Fury. But no good deed goes unpunished; he now is a ranking noble, which comes with the responsibility of leading the people beneath him. Yet, even as the new demands of his station press on him, the wasteland calls once more. They are not alone. And there are plans to launch an ambitious expedition into the wasteland to discover the remains of humanity. It might be Erec's best chance to find out what happened to his mother after she tore apart their family and fled the Kingdom with a monster so many years ago. The wasteland is dangerous, and the people who inhabit it could still be even more dangerous. But for the future of humanity, they must face down the monsters in their path and discover what has happened to those outside of the safety of their Kingdom's walls. Book 2 in Knights Apocalyptica, an action packed, apocalypse LitRPG from debut author Zach Skye. Loaded with progression, a detailed system, power armor, a magic academy, and so much more, it's perfect for fans of The Iron Prince, Bastion, and 12 Miles Below. ©2024 Aethon Books (P)2024 Aethon Audio
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johnbierce · 1 year ago
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Mage Errant is getting a comic!
If there are any fans of the series on here, a comic adaptation of Mage Errant was just announced! It's being produced by Aethon Press partnered with art studio Laurel Pursuit, and I'm so psyched about it! Expect it in a comic app near you!
If you haven't read Mage Errant, it's a coming of age progression fantasy series that follows the adventures of Hugh of Emblin, a young student mage with no discernible talent who can barely cast any spells, has no friends, and has more anxiety than he can shake a stick at. Until, of course, he apprentices to an extremely unusual mage, and gets swept up into dangerous adventures involving Machiavellian politics, magical cities, and more kaiju than you can- or should- shake a stick at. (I highly, highly discourage shaking sticks at kaiju. Not a great idea.) Mage Errant features found family, a neurodiverse protagonist, tons of queer characters, an overly detailed hard magic system, and dummy thicc worldbuilding.
No cool art or anything to show y'all yet, alas, but getting my stories in comic form really is a dream come true for me! I spent years trying to break into comics before I first started writing Mage Errant, and I never gave up on that dream, so this is such a huge deal for me. I can't wait until I get to see my characters in comic form. Though, what I'm even more excited about?
The stage when I've finally have seen the art, and the public hasn't yet, so I get to gloat about it to fans. I'm impatient to feast on their impatience.
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lovebooksgroup · 2 months ago
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Follow the #Virtualbooktour for Oaths of Blood by Logan D. Irons  | Proudly organised by @LoveBooksTours #BookTour #SupportingAuthors #BookPromotion
X Mail Print Facebook Pinterest Print Like Loading… Virtual Book Tour organised by Love Books Tours. Follow the tour across Instagram & TikTok. Oaths of Blood by Logan D. Irons 23rd Sept – 6th October   Genre: Fantasy (with Military, Arthurian, and Dark elements) / Historical Publisher: ‎ Aethon Books LBT Blurb In 1099, the armies of Christendom march for Jerusalem. Mercenary captain…
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libidomechanica · 2 months ago
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And song
A limerick sequence
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And I at rest on right thy japes be! No child, if in death-chamber or    thre hanged … There’s a stranger    skinnes gone, and thee, deare borne buds, and then with great distress?
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They gain’d, and, lordynges, right doth hast. Since yourself afyre. Stay yet a childish    through their savage than    faile his book agayn my leaves on Earth’s head. Smiling because you.
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When will shortened deare Lord Lochinvar. Convulsion time in a bigger than    he sped, The time did see.    Till he crew had gaz’d, he look upon the love and leaue enricht.
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Years; it is love you and I love so longer wretched thrall, my bird dog. And    say on Diggon, I    lamented urn. This world, compensate, to pleasure mindes resort.
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Anguish wrung the stay’d his short,—’tis passion- winged Love, and Aethon snort his light    footsteps luxurious    matting under the Seventh— the Seven more quiet base clouds.
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Sun did ride, progression—cannot to sale their foote. Have been as drownd with self,    and pine more love so alike,    thy fair Twinnes gone, I the Apostel tolde many heads.
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Absence this light. Has any Life divided me a spoil among that somme    been inches waving waters!    My lovers tempt no stoor; they’ll have had fled. The bosoms bare!
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To-morrow’s life—and let out thy harlotte, having was the blue, and now it    not. Waite. The fire, of ayde    or country that I was purveyed of her god day: or Diggon.
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Opened moanings of hell is it no second beren hem at thyn array    after may now the faille,    than al this expectant. Or herbes. God day: or Diggon.
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The waves are just about her side with joy! While ocean deep, there vnseene, that Firmán-    issuing Shah to    whom he shore until time’s white, poor Cynthia greet a pryvetee.
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Then, cried two were Hobbin how I brew my beer. Spirit that I was synne; bét    is to do this? Was knight    astrologien, Day over, I return an autumn, in wind.
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Their tedious magian fish most confess? It must be so phantasy; for    to seye, forsaking in    the pure and to mark of Oxenford, and our roots. Let all heart.
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Some can keepe. Dust to his lips, to brynge alone; and made bare and pain which that    I was born. Tho vnder his    Hearts; yea, when hot for the Tongues, the rayne is al and flames, and lame.
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And have not fright’ning the faint eyes within. And forever and day like again,    mix not move; for pity    is ended. If that soft as she gloriously her first.
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To love may rest’? Together of pearl. Beacons from his packe a ghost abandoning    and scorch without    all aske. Tell me how many a leafe sturre. His Vellet her mine!
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And ye foreseen then she fil bakward adoun, and glosen up he roads, as    if to face with a bag    of all the Kirke pillow then, youth, for small aske. To its eclipse.
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Sure never beauties parching of three love! The Kidde: but tel me who? From his    worke is coming exhausted    snow, or care. Eternal wind and blamed hym to see its tooth.
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Put down, Sugar, my suit you walked along to see thou death’s foot. In signal    shakings of this ocean-    bed. Ploughs furrow’d deepest give invention like Aurora, proue.
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I wolde rede alwey ful fasten to dances for the populace own    Desire? And yet the hall-    door, and the blood, my tired Hand foreheads; saw the sullen year?
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—Oh, dreams renew it; but if that dim lake. You are the silken skilled bee, to    this, a mute voice of this:    an empires and lookest in fresh sprung. A herd-abandon.
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The game of thine for him an’ wrack his dunghill, crowing you say. Dian had    constant hope hadde and placed,    the garden, Maud, but where so I swallows one day that degree.
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Far from too wide world, each otherwise,— past which husbandry in your old decree!    As signes of lusty    heartles at thy feare, beeing is awake? But what evere smyte!
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Into the sea lifts a young hearts do inuite to haue for Cupid’s sake! Into    gold and give they wander    innocent breathe away. The witch hazel eye, bright of wrong.
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Till I may see how manye myghtė they flash’d to dismount: and hymns in empurple    scarce extinguish in. Who    running the spirit that day the sun she look easily will.
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And yet God defence and in a room full show his owne shewe. Were entwine: while    times ende, that alle me    a planted their tiptop nothing the eagle native graced so.
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Sit to trace in a Lente—so ofte and consumed, and call this hums, in light pinions!—    Few, who have I nothing    flowers, and the sweetest of her to comprehend aright.
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To faintest out. That tempted my mind a day like a child: now time he proud    of a Garden of Let    There is not for wanton babes to do, till the world alyve is.
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Wrought good. Then can become as a wide Border his dead, sunning thicket into    their shaft dark vault above    that the witch. Too deep question which that I am the tale.
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Is so much growne between they stretch his lost, the Muses in hys pack, and I    have leave the air, alas!    Star kissing thrones—amid the grasp’d it; of the shall I doe?
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Tucked be belong the dancers leaves among men: they flee from her come a quarters.    Wink of you went on    cutting too as woman, of this ever since who has the sea.
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Heard the calmed vast, so as the sound, sepulchre, quench not one accents thy foule    leasing, for whit; I took    a leek the leaves among the sea. Helplessly before him fast.
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And calm, and my aching around his complaining hair of glittering me    back from the dress Our    Adonais. Than been sav’d but yet knows by breasts and claim: let thy shame.
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In fragrant copses dress was leaping vp waues of Night, night around, yu run.    Then The sun smile, and then    for to haul up and sweet odours, and softly, flutes; nor debaat.
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Forth; your hand or eye hovering limbs. On scrolls of silent rows, poor little head,    and harmony, pulses,    and one arrow drain’d. I’ll crosse to its eclipsing Cursed, cursed Circe.
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My strong fingers, so late is; live her? And other day. One hair I dream, I    laughs at our being brass    will no mo delayed at divers brilliant kids, frisk with you this?
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The monkeys make this a silence, and sing; I a’ the last year, Whose who should    be so phantom cold. And    co-inheritaunce, tossing in fruyt of my loves weep anew!
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Rough the lamps the wrecked. Locke, so thy wit, o’er the Lip of Beauty thus; while they    each other were. Although    Amphion leaning hand blush’d no lute, violin, bassoon; all night.
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His inwards; ’twas too much will recognise that it is eternal are. And    ball wrapt inflecting heart    after though camps and he, so have seen. Not sing a cockney ear.
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But Anguish. And making slow star: So many another comely sheepe, all    is it from her; or let    me make me, if thou wolt preyse my bear; and tyrannizing way.
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Not thy Son lay, pierc’d by the Throne where king sleeps, ’twixt his passion to war. What    faille yow, if ye worn    with dew all the statues, music, words, are weak; ah for no cas.
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Kiss that was, and the billows:-when lofty thought: Piffle! Adorn the very    wight striped urchins flay each    mass may no while one ascending eye, bright by the wakes or spyen?
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An urn of straw and the Foxes that fire a ridiculous, past thou speak    the light And aye the steep    floor, and mortality’s sake! No, in all array; but ere thrown?
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For all the Day became masculine and for ese of emergent pattern;    and entertain if one    float my friends. Oft have match’d me too hard ther grow boring above!
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She did see, which I blest. I wanted me too late. The inheritaunce: the    more weak relieued by us    selven two, how she trick. Ye, woltow so took for to war.
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So great distress and happiness, to pluck away child: now thou hast. A    fathomless floods, unfettered    in night, and lur’d the worlds care, the dew upon a royal blest.
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I looked at diverse, my Lady’s emblem’d in this should look too, into my    life provide than all hast.    For me, again; I sue not feel her place as well as I wait.
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Ne stayed he virgin’s face of her soft face vnarmed myself as Spring with    you! In hope has late; ’ the    lamps of Heaven’s smile, overjoy’d, we are too late is Marcien.
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It is young tears the morning race, but conseil to virginitee; lat hem be    bride’s-men, and home there hath    Immortal Love. Which is set up for Adonais. The great mone.
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And of theyr shee sawe thy tale I thinks I seal my bed crowne, in think it stopped,    he looked, take and sigh’d a    lullaby? Where shone; while her white in his head, as if impell’d.
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There was my poor more! Still cavern rude, keep thy hand interpretest the hazel    with his right staves on    his lyf. You say, knowing up repent, yet to be seize on me.
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This through heavenly race: no woods days, and filling sisters of unfulfill’d    renown kiss that sighs. And    in an error of whose might across my gossyb dame Alys.
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And as happy crowns, and Nineveh. Seek sheltering if that it in our    lived—Enough—that wiste, in    beauteous corse beneath; to its own, Ah, when ther none but unthrifts!
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Since could wandred years; it is fro the cause you’ve forgoe. And the boy bring the book,    the with a corpse, touche,—he    men of bent foam with pity, And other care. And lullaby.
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The flour of all with empty hand through the dore, and made he, of Eva first    Desire. And sculptures    to low, give me. I pleyned unto me; that gave his wyvys!
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For we knowne that abiding the hearse. Sire oldest seye, if the way that    I rente of shall a young    lassie, what art the throne of happiness, and forehead began.
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Another on thee, of which watching. This, that Stella must not enough, no    man swerė and lo, it is    as of a jealous o’ a’ that she coveiteth every best.
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And Ausemán—the Heav’n from the thorny fruit bush where the trees watch the mark    of Oxenford, and bent.    At this mouth. And look too, into foam. He shouting, this more death.
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She flesh until we fille as thou wilt thou read for punishment? Ye sholde    han sorwe; and her is roll’d;    for his waist, nor far, the more, I’ll protest, in generacioun.
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And from Denmark upon that alone I am your delight when otherwith!    But you a story    the magic: every wave under the waves in his heart of tho?
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And chaunced together in Heaven’s light; for thou hast measurably link’d    her chastitee no childish    through wood leon, tel me that for fear. And over, when I feel!
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And shoulder’d over Glaucus held his time was quite: an idle tongue that may    his lyf. With lullaby    can I drown’d into oblivious enmity shall not ask.
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Green silk strung, down to raking saw what shining came one sweetnesse inly I    pray yow like a criminal.    ’Er than the bones on hond, and proverbes n of his time.
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Yes, in her lip kissing spar, just wheel; my fine hairs have mov’d, and saw the    melancholy this a surpris’d    star through he loud of tears ago. Let consecrated urn.
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Bright is faire, and north, and making the frost. Distracted wiping—oh Khalífah’s    Supper push’d throat: then    his Lordship and descends on worlds care, that euer had bene fayne.
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But ere thyne yen. Had well-nature of hym shul have died: but if it steadies    I may scorn fill with there,    or which from her; or let me feel thine. The her hart, endymion!
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I will unclose infamy is not die, that which that thou; and dost see, bene    all turn’d into bed.    And in cost, but neatly takes hand: pity me there wax al deef.
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Grasping to its kindred years Far had her heart, head, hands avian, to sink.    Been inches high o’er his    chiefe souereign visions, shape that new babies, and let their most grace.
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And portion of fish things funeral. There laved and is barbed hook, one is    set up for verray blood,    this face. The kiss, shapes, they maad of despair, with they them, is love.
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But for opened his Narcissus Eyes— the Muses your own Ceres; every    vessel al of old friend,    was seeking youngling beneath. Thy name, and threw down a toying.
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To weddyng in my flessh so deem’d not by our first rose conceive it ever    have dried my mind discoursing,    and forever on crystal place. She is conuenable.
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A moment’s pleasures of my lines my love the feel my will, my winds of rest,    and how wanne a face! The    bride to think it streams I sorrow I brew my beer. To get out.
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And boys! I have a tongue that heart, head, and a light lest it al! And brine, until    it’s nice and waterwawed.    Taking eyes, since your hands, in return: still seek to know.
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Thy spirit, until its charnel-roof! With the abandon’d Earth are dight, he    setting Sun I mix, and,    as he! All ruddy drops instead of eyes, Our Adonais died?
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In wyfhod I wolde he up stirte as down thou should warned it; and let the others,    I’m pleasures, Nights, and    he went through the unbetrayable rest o’er. A day languist graced.
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Back when the void circumfused to find fall, and one, yet fades, its Self-contempt    no second blont. Of    deep wrinkles and the chambers of gentle breast-plates large, as he!
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Strength, now moste he hadde the hazel with fannes wel-shading invite some friendship    bene sheepe bothe eve    and rejoiced to know. This fingers ache, how still fervid cover.
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Keep back to the works in, like a child! Now I pray yow soore; he nolde suppose    I knowe, chaunced together    on hire lovers on thy light, save him spight, all for to gard.
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I trowe, twenty wynter outward from a gutters plain; I sue not fright but    as seen a charnel-roof!    To speak with me, her veins spell, or she hath swich cheere that dim lake.
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In wommen shul have wended; I have not on the rising limbs. Tramples it    above—devoid of the    prow,—thy delight, that moment lips all we quaff’d off the sweeter!
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Say, I intreat ones gone, but folk seye that feel her more bene dead thinke how    poore. With a hollow rocks    of ill luck on the latest out of those files of life, my heads.
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Of us, they saye the air limbs o’er the shall be youngling fellows,—o dool    I lickit my Cytherea!    I’ll softly it rains on the nevere she succeeded.
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And rigid ranks of irksome leves have closely fused and sere O ’tis the    sun comes in filmy veils    mantling time in song let thy heart? Her Kidde shee were to their cheek.
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But lo, there was not my name, that I was a pure invention the field is    spread outwept its rocky    marge, til he had not stem and harmony, pulses, and broiler.
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This—dost the Day—so through the flocke, where are to reason gates houshold his ever    love. In celebrated,    as to housing fit against thing! I touched by this, pardee!
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He mente the Stranger-youth! If on another wi’ matter many a hungry    cravings: and aching    and doon hir bed, and thought foot into this good to do like Thee.
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Towards a torments, which that that farthest comes for they tell me Papa. Be as    a smallest chick pushed the    grownd with how with him, but fill you, I am may redressed.
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I love of burning soul page afterward refuse to be felt as a married    the tree. There sweet mistake    a flowers and forever at Apollo each other.
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I touch another charming Polly Stewart, o charms. Fountains a wretch frozen    trackless ashes load.    Imprison gave, and layen whilst, but grieved bodies in the blessed soule!
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And now he could not love tears shed would do! Symmetrically in the sheet of    Desolat in Pisces,    when I stopp’d with meeke, wise- valiant, frame, it tikleth me reserv’d.
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fandompost · 2 months ago
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Vault books & Aethon Books BRinging Light Novel LitRPGS to Fans Of Bestselling Series http://dlvr.it/TCPLCY
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columbianewsupdates · 5 months ago
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Aethon Books Announces the Launch of John Cressman’s New LitRPG Series: “The Last Paladin”
http://dlvr.it/T8VnSt
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newsheadlinesnow · 5 months ago
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Aethon Books Announces the Launch of John Cressman’s New LitRPG Series: “The Last Paladin”
http://dlvr.it/T8Vn8L
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happygirl2oo2 · 6 months ago
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Publication submissions that are open for unagented authors - an ongoing list
Hera Books
Bookouture (a division of Hachette UK)
NineStar Press
ECW Press
Tule Publishing
Hazy Dell Press
Harlequin publication house a/o Afterglow Books
Carina Press (an Harlequin imprint)
Entangled Publishing (and their imprints)
Alcove Press
Sourcebooks Casablanca
Sourcebooks Horror
City Owl Press
Austin Macauley Publishers
Kensington
Lyrical Press (a Kensington imprint)
Dreamspinner Press
Quill & Flame Publishers
Baen Books
Harper North (a HarperCollins imprint)
HQ CIL (a HarperCollins imprint)
One More Chapter (a HarperCollins imprint)
Mills & Boon (a HarperCollins imprint)
Page Street
Bold Strokes Books
Smartypants Romance
Brother Mockingbird
Holiday House
Evernight Publishing
Oliver Heber Books
Allen & Unwin
Small Town Girl Publishing
Turner Publishing
Chronicle Books
Hardie Grant Children’s Publishing
Tiny Ghost Press
Dragonblade
Wise Wolf Books
Ylva Publishing
Boldwood Books
Black Rose Writing
5 Prince Publishing
Shadow Mountain **only during the listed dates on the linked page
Vagabond Press **only during the listed dates on the linked page
Covenant Communications
Aethon Books
Hot Tree Publishing
Torchflame Books
Deep Desires Press
Whimsical Publishing
Fairlight Books
Lake Country Press
Red Adept Publishing
Quills & Quartos
Red Empress Publishing
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[if you're looking for a literary agent, which will give you the ability to submit to more publications, Literary Marketplace is a great place to use in your search as it contains a list containing many of them]
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graphicpolicy · 5 months ago
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Some comic news and a review from around the web to start the day #comics #comicbooks
It’s one of two new comic book days. What are you excited for? What do you plan on getting? Sound off in the comments below! While you think about that, here’s some comic news and a review from around the web to start the day. The Beat – George Pérez is now honored in the National Portrait Gallery – Very cool news. ICv2 – Tapas Makes Deal with Aethon Books for Webtoon Adaptations –…
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emwigstersbookshelf · 7 months ago
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Author Spotlight: Interview with Angela Super
All about the Seven Stars Saga Who is Angela Super? AJ Super is the author of the Seven Stars Saga, a trilogy published by Aethon Books and Blackstone Audio. Writing full time, they devour fantasy and science fiction in every medium, and even experiment with writing and reading other speculative fiction now and again. ​ They earned two Bachelors’ degrees from the University of Idaho in the…
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rithebard · 7 months ago
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On Thursday; #ChattingWithSherri welcomes back #screenwriters and #novelists; #LaurenCipollo and #MattConant on 04/11/24 at 7pm pt; http://tobtr.com/12320592 #interview
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jandkwriting · 8 months ago
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Author Highlight - AJ Super
What does AJ Super’s Seven Stars Saga have to do with our love of Battlestar Galactica, Dark Matter, and unique landscapes in SFF? Check out our interview!
Welcome to another Author Highlight, a series where we feature authors like ourselves. You’ll find author interviews, tips, stories, poetry, and more. We aim to entertain, promote, and inspire. Other interviews can be found here. AJ Super AJ Super (she/her/they/them) is the author of the Seven Stars Saga, a trilogy published by Aethon Books and Blackstone Audio. Writing full time, they devour…
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brewtalyhonest · 1 year ago
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Title: "The Whispering Wings of Luminae" 
In the heart of a mystical forest, veiled by mist and time, stood the grand library of Luminae. This ancient edifice, a labyrinth of stone and timber, housed a myriad of books. Its most striking feature, however, was the cascade of extravagant flowers that flowed like a vibrant waterfall over the shelves, their petals aglow in the soft candlelight. 
Guarding this sanctum of knowledge was a shapeshifting owl being, known as Aethon. Cloaked in shadow and mystery, Aethon had watched over Luminae for centuries, his form shifting from owl to shadow, ever-vigilant, a spectral warden in the twilight corridors. 
On a moon-drenched night, a young girl named Elara, driven by a thirst for forbidden knowledge, breached the long-forgotten walls of Luminae. Her eyes, wide with wonder, reflected the tapestry of books and blossoms that surrounded her. Unbeknownst to Elara, her arrival had awakened the attention of Aethon, whose eyes glittered from the darkness, observing her every move. 
As Elara ventured deeper, the library seemed to stir to life. Books, as if enchanted, fluttered from their shelves, their pages beating like the wings of birds, casting flickering shadows in the candlelit ambience. The flowers, too, seemed to dance, their whispers filling the air, each petal a syllable in an ancient language. 
Elara, undeterred by the supernatural spectacle, continued her quest. Her goal was a tome of lost knowledge, a book said to contain secrets of forgotten magic. It was this lure that had drawn her into the heart of Luminae. 
Meanwhile, Aethon watched. His form, now a mere wisp of shadow, trailed Elara silently, his presence an ethereal whisper in the dim light. In his ancient heart, a conflict stirred. He was the guardian of Luminae, tasked with protecting its secrets, yet he saw in Elara a burning passion for knowledge that mirrored his own. 
Finally, Elara found the tome she sought. As her fingers brushed its ancient cover, a soft glow emanated from the pages, illuminating her face with a spectral light. It was at this moment that Aethon revealed himself, materializing from the shadows in his majestic owl form. 
Elara, startled, stepped back, but her eyes held no fear, only determination. Aethon, sensing the purity of her quest, spoke in a voice like rustling leaves, offering her a choice. She could leave with the knowledge she sought but would be bound to return to Luminae, to learn and eventually become its guardian. 
The young girl, with dreams of magic and discovery shining in her eyes, accepted the pact. As the first light of dawn crept through the stained-glass windows, casting prismatic colors over the sea of books and flowers, Elara left Luminae, the ancient tome in her hands and a new destiny in her heart. 
Aethon, once again alone in the vast halls of Luminae, resumed his vigil. In the young girl, he had found not just an intruder, but a kindred spirit, and perhaps, in time, a successor. The library of Luminae, with its whispering wings and haunting shadows, stood eternal, a bastion of knowledge and wonder in the heart of the mystical forest. 
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epicfantasywriter · 1 year ago
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IF YOU LIKE SWORD AND SORCERY...
"...your son will be the father of kings, Bêrit. He’s to marry a princess, and his line will rule over us all for thousands of years. He’s the godchosen.”
There was a faint snicker.
Bêrit glared at his son.
“Beggin’ your pardon, Fæder, but have you looked at this village lately?” Trygare’s words had a coarse and rusty sound, that of someone barely tipped into manhood. It slid into a lower register as he spoke the next sentence and the boy grimaced in irritation at not being able to control his voice. “Nae many princesses ’round here.”
“True,” Albin agreed. “That’s why you must leave your village to find her.” He looked at Bêrit. “It’s good you taught the boy to handle a sword, for he’ll have need of it from now on.”
GODCHOSEN
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*Review* Cloud Cuckoo Land - Anthony Doerr Constance is passenger on a space ship travelling from earth to inhabit a new planet. Anna is a rebellious orphaned seamstress living in 15th century Constantinople. Omeir is a quiet and kind boy ostracized due to his cleft palate, conscripted into the Ottoman army to takeover Anna’s Constantinople. Zeno is an American immigrant Korean War veteran who works on translating Ancient Greek texts. Seymour is a neurodivergent teen who gets involved with a group of eco terrorists. All of their stories become intertwined by the Ancient Greek Codex called Cloud Cuckoo Land. Each character discovers beauty and peace in story of Aethon and his pursuit of finding Cloud Cuckoo Land. This book is very much a “trust the process” book. I had no real idea where the story was going for the majority of the book but it was so beautiful and captivating I couldn’t stop reading. I love books that have multiple characters that i anticipate will have some kind of connection at the end. Every line and word of this book is descriptive and intelligent and conjures up wondrous imagery. All the characters are tied together by the Codex, but also experience common themes, such as: the world as they know it ending, of loss, resilience, of being different. Each character sits on the outer edge of their society. I really enjoyed reading this book, I truly found it so beautiful both in prose and in the story. If you’re looking for a story with an ending that provides answers or resolution, this isn’t really it but it doesn’t detract from the book. If you’re looking to be swept away and transported throughout history and a possible future, this is the book for you. Themes include: Good vs. evil, coming of age, courage and perseverance, love, family, individual vs. Society, loss of innocence. (at Cloud Cuckoo Land) https://www.instagram.com/p/CZX9aJ0LZyX/?igshid=NGJjMDIxMWI=
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