#fantasy novel promotion

[joncronshawauthor]

🚀 Book Launch & Series Finale | Author Diary - August 30, 2024📚🧟‍♂️

📘 “The Wolf and the Wyvern” Launch: This week marked a major milestone with the launch of “The Wolf and the Wyvern,” the second installment in the Ravenglass Legends series. It’s always exhilarating to see a project come to fruition, and I’ve been busy with the various aspects of the book release—from coordinating with distributors to engaging with readers. The feedback so far has been…

[semperestvn]

Have you ever wanted to date a unicorn?

Semper Est tells the tale of a unicorn who stumbles upon you while attempting to their disappearing associates. You play as an amnesiac traveler and join Phillian in their search, meeting new companions and discovering your identity. Is the truth what you hope for? Can you solve the mystery while winning over their heart?

A Romantic Medieval Fantasy Otome Game inspired by The Last Unicorn by Peter S. Beagle and Unicorn Hunted by Ian Simmons.

Follow us here and on our Twitter as we count down to the demo release! Check out our Itch.io page for more info 👇

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[owlrageousjones]

I am once again promoting my web novel, Aspirations of a Future Househusband as we reach the end of Vol 1.

Links here for RoyalRoad and here for ScribbleHub!

SYNOPSIS:

To be a Cultivator is to defy the Heavens - to seek to change your fate and rise up to become Divine. For many, it is a chance and opportunity to become powerful, crush their enemies and be showered in glory - but it is only a chance, as many who walk the path fall, and only a few reach the coveted Heavens and ascend as Immortals.

For Hei Lian, one who lacks in talent and can only be considered 'below average' at best, his goals are much less lofty. A nice home, a loving partner, and a stress free, peaceful life shouldn't be out of reach for him.

Right?

WHY YOU SHOULD READ IT:

Because I asked very nicely. Pretty please?

But it's a story of found family, M/M slowburn (I'm talking 'we're starting from childhood'), what it means to choose to be Good even when it's hard and painful (and everyone around you kind of sucks), and choices in general really.

The family you choose, the love you choose, the hurt you choose, the life you choose.

Also Hei Lian is adorably chubby. Look at that smile. It sure would be a shame if anything happened to him on his quest to live a peaceful life.

(art by the wonderful @kf-tea)

[the-entity-down-the-street]

Idk how to self promote for shit but I'll tell you Tumblr.Com I'm very excited about my weird little novella that's half-memoir and half cosmic horror comedy and its about the existential dread of overcoming suicidal ideation as an autistic trans bitch but now idk what the fuck to do with my life in this rapidly crumbling capitalistic hellscape

The answer is be loud about existing in spite the statistics, love my friends, and suck goblin dick

[mxtxfanatic]

Spooky Book of the Week: Fantasy Farm

Author: Xī Zǐxù (西子绪) / ซีจื่อซวี่ (thai)

Genre: horror, supernatural, slice of life, danmei

Rating: T for the Nile (not just a river in Egypt)

My Synopsis: Man who moves back to his home village and discovers that nothing around him is normal thinks that he is, in fact, normal. Lol. Lmao even.

My Review: If the other spooky month recs have been a tad bit too spooky, this might be the novel for you! A lot of the plots lean heavily into the supernatural without the scare factor (lowkey starts to feel like a Studio Ghibli movie in the latter 2/3rds of the novel). But before I get too deep into this: this novel is heavy on the slice-of-life, as in it does not feel like much is driving the plot further other than "MC lives his life." It's not bad (I am obviously reccing it, lol) but if you're looking for adventure and consistent plot movement, then this one may not be for you. In a way, it kind of reminds me of the anime Mushi-shi (if you've never seen it, check it out!) where some episodes are horror, some episodes are chill, but the whole show is just about humans dealing with the inconvenience of living beside the supernatural. On another note, if you are someone easily tempted by depictions of food, this novel will either make you very happy or very angry. Almost every chapter discusses a new Chinese dish, and the translators were oh so very kind enough to include pictures of each one at the very end. One even started adding the recipes at the end. All in all, I really enjoyed the slow pace of this despite how frustrating Lu Qingjiu's ironclad self-restraint and lack of curiosity made me. (I mean c'mon dude, you can't be in a horror novel and then not explore the horror! You can't have a sense of self preservation and respect of personal boundaries when mystery is afoot! Do you not know what genre you're in?!) Can't wait for the cookbook to drop!

Translation: complete

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You all voted and the most popular was... By decision of a random name generator due to a three way tie... ADIRA AKELDAMA!

WARNING!!! LONG POST AHEAD!!! PROCEED WITH CAUTION AND TIME!!!

Adira is the queen of the Syren Born Fae. She grew up with her triplets Ethan and Seraphina in the woods near Amalraum. She is close friends with Kaimanas Aurelius, though she'd rather Florentine, Kaimana's brother, die in a rather gruesomely violent manner.

When she was 10, she left with Ethan, her brother, to go to royal training in their respective kingdoms. She became the military leader and Queen of the Syren Queendom, Azura. Her brother went on to become King of the Dustborn kingdom, the Laurel Valley.

She resents Florentine and Zephyre for killing her sister. In fact, about three years after Seraphina's passing, she declared war on Amalraum. The only reason this war didn't come into fruition was because Kaimana asked her oh so nicely.

She is currently single.

Her most precious item is a black opal seraphina found for her when they were kids. Ethan set it into her Signet ring.

She was born on May 16th.

She's always losing her trident, she's a vegetarian, and she loves listening to classical music, whale songs, opera, and some death metal(but only Scandinavian and Indian).

Her deepest fears are harpoons, drowning, and losing the people closest to her.

She is 27 years old.

Below is her profiles⬇️

@deadandgaysetanta @queen-of-hobgobblers @redkarmakai @sherikookami

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Blatant Self-Promotion: Lord of the Black Mountain

Nemar Joris, necromancer and Lord Warden of the Assembly of Five Cities agrees to a marriage alliance with Teren Kelfin, the princess of the Kingdom of Sewen. Unfortunately, she doesn't want to be wedded to him. Her twin brother makes a risky attempt to save his sister from marrying a pagan by disguising himself as Teren and assassinating the necromancer on his wedding night.

This does not go well for him for the following reasons:

1. Joris is immortal and can't be killed.

2. Joris informs his would-be assassin that he intends to honor the marriage alliance's terms and conditions. Caris finds himself in the awkward predicament of confronting his biases.

This will lead Caris on a journey of self-discovery and spiritual questioning (and a whole heck of a lot of confusion).

Meanwhile, Teren is extremely haunted. Literally.

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If you like slow burn *not quite enemies to lovers with lots of culture clashes and an occasionally eccentric sense of humor, check this out!

Chapter eight is up, and two more are scheduled! (And yes, I am working on the next chapters.) Please consider joining Royal Road and following, commenting on chapters, and reviewing! (Royal Road is a pretty good site, so also consider writing there!)

*Caris initially considers Joris an enemy. Joris considers Caris to be inflicted with good intentions and a lack of common sense

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Lorh: On The Run Chapter 1: On a Journey

As the heavy winds calm down, the relentless punches against the shoddy walls of the shack finally subside. A moment of quiet and respite arrives. The few people gathered, huddled together, start to relax their muscles as if they can finally breathe. One of the men, a broad-shouldered and burly fellow, walks towards the door.

"No, wait," whispers the old lady in the far corner of this tiny, dark, and filthy place. The burly man turns around to look at her, then he notices all the others staring frightfully at him.

"It will be okay," the man gently whispers. "They could not have followed us through this storm, of that I am sure."

"How can you be sure?" a second lady asks quietly. All the voices are hushed, so fearful of making any sound that might alarm anyone around them.

"We have been sitting here for hours," the man says. "Surely they would've found us by now."

The entire shack goes quiet at his words. Everyone stares at the door, the only exit to this shack. There are no windows or even holes to look through to be reassured by those words; the only way forward is to open that door.

"We have to try," whispers a second man, a smaller figure, slender, with long dark hair far beyond his shoulders. Slowly, he stands beside the first man.

"Let us open it. Let us do this together," the slender man says calmly. The woman in the far back also rises up, quietly sneaking towards the door.

"Yes, let us all do this together. That way, if there is more peril ahead, we will face it together as we always have," she whispers as she stands between the two men, turning to the others in the shack. As her words softly fill the room, reaching every ear, they slowly become a force. Her words start to lift everyone to their feet. All nine of them gather at the door, holding out their hands. One last time, they look upon each other dearly.

"It has truly been a blessing to have fought with all of you," the slender man says.

"The honor is all mine," says a third man, the oldest and most veteran of all. His face is scarred and still bloody from the last fight a few days ago. Every man and woman knows the truth: if this is the end, it would be the greatest they could have ever imagined, for it is with the ones they came to love and trust throughout all of this. The words do not need to be said; all of them know them in their hearts. A final nod makes them all move a bit closer to each other. The burly man slowly turns the knob on the door that has seemingly kept them safe for so long in a world where doom awaits. As the door opens, it creaks and cracks, a deafening sound to those inside, their heartbeats syncing up. A blinding light fills the dark room, more and more as the door opens. The veteran releases a sigh of relief and slowly walks into the light. Always the first to enter battle, now the first to enter their unknown fates. As he walks out and his eyes start to adjust to the brightness of midday, he sees all around him. The shack stands in the middle between two hills, one in the front and the other more to the left, perfectly hiding this place from view. Perhaps it is what saved them? By the time the other eight come out, the old veteran is already moving towards the hill in the front.

"What do you see, dear friends?" the old woman asks, her eyes still blinded, but not by the light of the sun. Her sight went away a very long time ago, only able to see pieces of what she used to.

"It is so beautiful," says the slender man. "All so quiet, calm, and warm. The grass has grown, the soft winds moving them gently." As he speaks the words, the old lady starts crying.

"Is it finally over?" she asks.

"I do not know," the burly man says as he puts his arm around her shoulders.

The old woman lets out a deep, drawn-out sigh as she, with the man's aid, starts walking slowly. Another lady, slender-built with long white hair covering her entire back like a waterfall, stands on the other side of the old woman. She also places her arm around her for extra support as they walk down the small slope on the unsteady terrain towards the little hill in the front. She takes one last look at the shack, her dark forest green eyes captivated, before suddenly tearing her gaze away from the safety they had finally received and back to the unknown path ahead. With sadness in her eyes yet a smile on her lips, she embraces the challenge and helps the old woman further.

"I got her; you do not have to stay behind with us," she whispers softly to the man.

He thinks for a moment and gently releases his embrace of the old woman. Once he lets go, his eyes meet hers and a soft smile spreads across his lips. A few moments later, the entire party has gathered on the hill, except for the old woman still struggling to find her footing and the white-haired lady still supporting her. Impatient to know what she is missing out on, the old lady asks, still not too loudly in fear of attracting danger, "What can you see now?"

The old veteran replies firmly, "Salvation."

"Are you certain of this?" asks the slender long-haired man, doubting what lies before him. On this little hill, they can see far ahead, only one other hill and a few trees blocking the view for many kilometers. There, not so very far away, lie dark figures on the ground. Countless figures, unmoving, in a swamp of mud and pools of what looks like filthy water from this distance.

"This, my king Lorh, is a battlefield. Already fought and over with," the veteran replies.

"Between whom?" the slender long-haired man asks, still doubting what can clearly be seen.

"Whoever it is, it does not matter to us," the veteran says, shrugging his shoulders as he turns towards the second hill.

"Why is it our salvation then?" Lorh, the slender king, asks.

"I think this battlefield allowed us to sneak into the hut. My guess is that this battle was fought a few days ago. No man would risk coming close to such a foul place," another man says, stroking the start of what could be a beard while he thinks over his words.

The burly man looks at the one who just spoke. "Always the thinker, Vénri. You could be right. Although this battle, by the look of the field and the decaying corpses that not even the crows are touching anymore, must have been fought perhaps weeks ago. At least that is what I make out of it."

"Good that we stumbled upon the hut and not..." the old lady says, leaving her words hanging in the air, unable to finish this awful thought in words. The entire party looks around for a few more minutes, waiting to see what would happen. Whether or not the corpses would rise up and run towards them, or the earth would start shaking by the hooves of the scouting parties. Yet only silence meets them, except for the old veteran who, as he climbs onto the second hill, makes deafening noises disturbing this serene silence. With a collective sigh, as if the entire party knows what to do in that instant, they all turn towards the veteran.

"Hold on, Edro. You are going way too fast for Enra," shouts Lorh to the old veteran who turns towards the party, already halfway up the second hill. "Do not worry, once up there I shall discover. Go back to the shack and wait there for me," he shouts back.

"You heard him," laughs the old lady Enra. "Let us go down to the shack."

The burly man puts his arm around her shoulders once more as they slowly start descending. Just as before, the white-haired girl goes to the other side of Enra. The rest, however, still in awe of the sights, stay behind just a little bit longer.

"Come on, guys. Lorh, get them moving," the burly man says, his face straining with difficulty trying to keep the old lady from falling or sliding down the hill.

"You heard the gentleman," Lorh replies, saluting as if he were in the military following orders. They all smile, even allowing a giggle here and there.

"Silly Lorh," the long-haired woman replies, shaking her head but with the most beautiful and gentle smile on her lips. Her eyes like fire focus on the soft and darkened eyes of Lorh. He meets her gaze and tries to hold it for as long as he possibly can before becoming too shy to watch her beauty any longer. Her brother, jokingly poking Lorh in his side, whispers, "One can never look too long into the sun," and with a wink, he starts walking downhill. It takes them only a couple of minutes, even the old woman, to get back down. Meanwhile, the veteran stands atop the other hill staring out over the countryside. Lorh, looking at this imposing figure, starts to ascend the second hill as well. With great haste, Lorh is able to reach the top. Standing there in awe next to the great veteran of old.

"Always greedy for adventure, aren't you?" the man asks quietly, without ever looking anywhere other than the far distance. Nothing but immense fields as far as the eye can see, not a single threat in sight. This piece of land, so peaceful and quiet.

"It is difficult to believe that here we see peace, while on the other side is nothing but war," Lorh replies softly, still in awe of the magnificent view. The old veteran merely shrugs his shoulders and starts to turn back towards the party.

"Have you truly seen so much that nothing ever amazes you anymore?" Lorh asks the man, genuinely interested in knowing the answer.

"I have lived long enough and seen more than my share in this world," the veteran replies coldly as Lorh sighs, seemingly unable to understand this man.

"I hope you will, one day, open up to me and actually talk as the others do," Lorh whispers softly in the wind as the old veteran starts to slowly descend again, but these words halt him.

"Believe me, your highness, some things are better not to be known or understood. Sometimes silence is the only true gift or blessing a man can get." With these words, he starts to descend again, this time as fast as he can to escape the conversation, it seems.

"Perhaps, old Edro, perhaps you are right." It takes Lorh a few more moments of staring into the great and beautiful distance. The luring unknown compels him to descend towards it, away from the party, yet he doesn't. Slowly, Lorh turns around and quickly follows the old veteran Edro.

"What have you seen?" asks a burly, strong woman, a bit heavier than most of the men. She has short golden hair that waves softly with the wind.

"Strange for you to finally speak," Lorh smiles. The burly woman smiles politely in response without saying anything further.

"Erdria, do not mind Lorh. He is only trying to be funny," the young woman says jokingly to tease him. "But do tell us, what have you seen?"

"A great plain, fields of grass as far as my eyes could see. Not a single hill or forest blocking the view. Some trees here and there for shade, yet not even a house or anything man-made," Lorh explains vividly, his eyes intensely focused on each and every party member as he speaks, although his eyes remain the longest on Horre's.

"I think we should move towards the battlefield first," Horre's brother says.

"That would not be a wise idea," replies Edro.

"Why not? That field has countless bodies, nothing but free weapons and armor for us. We should at least try to find some weapons, no?" the brother, balling his fists as he shows his muscled arms, replies.

"The battlefield has been there for days if not weeks. The chances are too high that there will be nothing of value left," answers Vénri calmly.

"I agree with Vénri, you should not be so hasty to rush into danger, Vérien," adds the old lady Enra.

"So we shouldn't even try? Have a look around?" asks Vérien, visibly frustrated now, throwing his hands up as if to say he does not want to believe what they are saying.

"Hush now, brother, let Lorh decide," Horre says, putting her hand on his shoulder to calm Vérien down. The entire party, except for Enra and Edro, looks expectantly at Lorh, who becomes uncomfortable with all this attention. He stares at the ground, unwilling to meet their eyes until he has made a decision. When he finally does, after a few moments, he looks up straight into her eyes before meeting every other gaze. He then immediately fixates again on her with a longing desire, seemingly giving him strength to speak up.

"We shall not go to that field. Our destination is not in that direction and as we have established, the risks would be too high. Therefore, I think we should move immediately towards the north." A sigh of relief passes through the party, except for Vérien. He keeps his jaws firmly shut, as if to try and stop the words from breaking out. His arms are still shaking as he can't seem to relax his fists.

"Let us go then," the old Edro says as he starts walking towards the space between the two hills. "Once we are out in the open, we shall head straight north as you suggested."

"We do not know what lies beyond, hidden in the fields or after. So everyone, please keep an eye out as much as you can," Lorh asks gently. "We have come so far already; let us make the last part of this journey together."

The party becomes quiet again with these last words said. All start to move towards Edro, who as always has taken the lead and is already marching away.

"Please go help Edro, stay close to him. Don't make him walk alone," the old lady whispers gently to Lorh.

"Don't worry; I will make sure he doesn't get hurt," he answers with a wink to Horre, just before turning around and running off to catch up with the old veteran. Enra lets out a second soft sigh as she blankly looks onwards. Slowly, she shakily sets the first step on this unsure journey, her body hunched over ever so slightly and the expression on her face tells a story of worry.

"As Lorh said, do not worry. You will not lose Edro so easily," Horre adds, also staring off into the distance. The old lady starts smiling, hearing these words and realizing something she hadn't before.

"Our lovers walk so far away, so much faster than us," she says jokingly. Her smile grows as she turns to face Horre and their eyes meet. It takes Horre a moment to process what she heard before she looked onwards again to the two men. The old lady now, dead serious again, softly puts her hand on Horre's shoulder as they walk.

"Do not worry, dear."

"I am not worried about Lorh. It is everything else that worries me," Horre whispers.

The old lady places her arm around Horre's waist as she does the same.

"Everything will be okay," Enra says determinedly.

- END OF CHAPTER 1- Thank you for reading chapter 1 of my first book! Please, support a new writer by rating this chapter. You can also support me by buying the complete Ebook

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[doublegoblin]

Putting myself out there!

Hello good people! My name is Maxwell Alabaster and I am an aspiring author. Above is a link to my Wattpad where I am posting my WIP Rituals and Red Tape. It's a little pet project that I would like to share with people! I would best describe the work as a Slice of life/Dark Fantasy with elements of cosmic horror and dark comedy.

I currently have 7 chapters published on this Wattpad (I have many more on here as the first draft copy so if unhinged first drafts are your thing take a peek!).

I'm a hobby writer so uploads are slow going but I want to aim to publish at least something (here or there, WIP or one-off) once a month. Also words of wisdom are appreciated, I know I have room to grow!

Thanks for (hopefully) reading through this elevator pitch/self promotion!

[joncronshawauthor]

Last Chance: Pre-Order The Fall of Wolfsbane for Just 99c/99p - Goes Live Tomorrow!

The countdown is nearly over! We’re just one day away from the official release of The Fall of Wolfsbane, the first book in the Ravenglass Legends series. The excitement is palpable, and I can hardly wait to share this epic adventure with you. But, before this fantastic journey begins, I have an incredible offer for you. For those who haven’t yet seized this opportunity, today is your last…

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Thank you for 50 Downloads!

Hi everyone, Semper Est reached fifty downloads! Thank you to everyone who gave Semper Est a chance, it's been a tough journey but there's still much to look forward to! We'll also be hitting our next milestone soon, so please look forward to it!

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Daughter of Or is out!

My gothic horror novel (Cinderella meets Dracula, set in the Crimson Peak mansion and inspired by the gameplay of Amnesia: The Dark Descent) is OUTTTT!

If anyone even bothers to read this post, I hope you buy it. I love this book. I hope you do, too.

Its chock full of historical fantasy, hungarian mythology, romantic subplot, creepy castle dungeon, bipolar rep, and women supporting women juice. I couldn't be prouder of it.

[pens-and-paperbacks]

LIGHT NOVEL DROP!!

I took a leap of faith and posted the first chapter of my light novel, "Fated for the Guillotine." It's about an arranged marriage, a cursed forest and a slow burning romance interlaced with ancient magical horrors!

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Available to read for free on Honeyfeed: https://www.honeyfeed.fm/novels/16384 -------

Synopsis:

As the future heir of the Golden Wood, Lady Ashwood Fletchlocke is bound by birth to protect it's wild magic. Outsiders only ever saw the blessings it gave its people, the bountiful harvests and miraculous healing abilities of those born within its borders. They never see the curses they have to endure, the ways this ancient magic twists throughout the blood and bone of its people until eventually they too become part of the wood.

Guarding her heart from suitors of all sorts, Lady Ashwood decided years ago that she would only ever marry someone who understood both sides of that ancient magic. Her father, loathe to deny any request his beloved daughter made, wholeheartedly agreed.

But when her father goes missing and a marriage contract is forced upon her by the king himself, binding her to his adopted son, she vows to never let her new partner into her life.

But is her new husband truly her enemy? Or is there something worse lurking within the shadows of the Golden Wood?

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Need something to do tonight? Try my stream!

We're taking another bold step outside the public domain on Paper Cuts tonight, this time with Marion G. Harmon's Wearing the Cape!

I absolutely loved this book from the first time I read it in high school, it's got an absolutely fascinating take on superheroes and how they'll enmesh with celebrity culture in a world not unlike the one we knew then. The series at large poses some fascinating questions about duty, legacy, and just what it means for these cities to court powerful superteams, and this first book in particular focuses on the difficulty of "coming out" into hero society.

Want to hear more? Need specifics on some of what I pointed out there? Come drop by tonight, 8pm pacific time, and I'll be reading it aloud, live!

(That's April 5th, 8pm pacific, and if you miss it, there'll be a VOD, too!)

And if you want to grab the book to read along, you can find it here:

Last but not least, if you like the sound of a live audiobook, go check out the podcast, available in your favorite podcatcher! I'd suggest looking for titles that sound interesting, I name the first episode of each book after the title!

[jennablackmorebooks]

It's a perfect time of the year to do some reading! From Friday, November 24th to Monday, November 27th 2023, three of my fantasy novels will be free as Kindle ebooks!

Regards - vampire urban fantasy The Curse of Rhiannon - fantasy adventure Rainbow - urban fantasy

Find my books here, because this sentence is a link!