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[medievalruins]

Cassie did her best to step carefully and slowly, trying not to crunch twigs and dry leaves as she walked through the ancient woods. She followed the hooded figure for what felt like hours, though it was half of one at most. By the time they came to a stop in the woods, long after the sound of the Autumn Equinox Festival faded into the distance, Cassie was holding one hand on a stitch that had formed in her left side, and the other hand over her mouth to stifle her panting breath. She crouched down behind a tree trunk and a large bush of undergrowth, ten feet away from the clearing where the stranger was unloading their pack onto the ground.

Cassie noted the items being laid out on the ground: a large, ornate gold goblet, a sheet of parchment containing what was undoubtedly a spell, and a long, sharp dagger with a silver crusted handle. The figure then walked further into the woods, out of the clearing, leaving the items behind. Cassie was considering going after them, but after a few minutes, a small sheep entered the clearing, being led on a rope leash by the hooded stranger. Cassie felt her blood run cold.

She didn't need to read what was on that piece of parchment to know what the spell entailed. It was clear from the dagger and the sheep. This was an animal sacrifice ritual. Only the darkest kinds of magic would require a ritual so gruesome. Whatever this person was up to was more than just unsavoury and illegal, but very likely extremely dangerous. Cassie knew she should leave. She should turn around, run back to town, to the estate, to find anyone that could stop whatever evil might be unleashed from this ritual. But her feet kept her rooted to the spot, watching as the stranger tied the sheep's lead to a stake jutting out from the ground near where they knelt.

When the stranger lowered their hood, Cassie had expected to see a wizened old sorcerer, capable of the dark and sophisticated magic laid out in the clearing, but was instead met with the face of one of her classmates from the Sorcerers Institute. There was no mistaking the light olive skin, short wavy black hair, long sharp nose, and green eyes that seemed to glow in the moonlight. It was Cymbeline Townsend, the sole heir to the Townsend Estate currently hosting the lavish Equinox celebration, and a constant thorn in Cassie's side at the Institute.

Cymbeline was barely an adult, practically a child, performing animal sacrifice magic on the night of Autumn Equinox. The odds that this would end well, Cassie considered, were next to zero. But matter how much Cassie knew she should run, she couldn't let go of the idea that she needed to stay to watch. To understand.

Cassie was so consumed with thoughts of why Cymbeline would be performing this kind of magic, that she didn't even hear the details of the spell. Cymbeline finished reciting the incantation, raising the dagger to the sheep's throat, an arm hooked around the sheep's neck as it thrashed and kicked for its life. The blood came first in a spray, as the blade sliced through fur and skin and flesh until the bone beneath was nearly visible, and then in a slow, steady spill of thick, dark red liquid that flowed like molten metal.

Cymbeline tucked the rim of the gold goblet under the flow of blood, collecting a full cup, and, with a carelessness that made Cassie's bile rise to her esophagus, tossed the still-twitching body of the sheep to the ground. Cymbeline stirred a single finger in a circular motion in the blood and continued the remainder of the incantation. Cassie couldn't pay attention to the words as she watched the edge of the goblet rise to her classmate's lips.

She wasn't sure how she got out of the woods. Wasn't sure if she managed to stay quiet as she backed away from the clearing and ran blindly through the dark trees, tripping over vines and exposed roots. Cassie didn't know if she'd been heard or seen. She just ran as fast as she could and didn't stop until she ran headlong into a pair of courtiers strolling along the edge of the estate property.

Cassie's panic-stricken face and dirty, disheveled appearance stood in stark contrast with the clean, regal attire of the couple. Still panting for breath, Cassie collapsed onto the grass at their feet. She only realized she had lost consciousness when she felt a set of arms gently lift her from the ground and begin carrying her back to the party. Cassie let herself slip away.

[6ninaph9]

Another doodle in my journal 🍓

[mikanskey]

Mon nouveau roman vient d’être réédité en format numérique ! Un petit extrait pour vous faire partager l’ambiance romaaaaaaaantique et on le trouve ici : zozone et aussi ici : éditionsharo.

[bluerthanvelvettt]

₊‧.°.⋆✮⋆.°.‧ About Me ‧.°.⋆✮⋆.°.‧₊

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sofia coppola, wes anderson, cinematography, french films, twin peaks, f1

strictly for the girlies, men dni <3

[wayward-inspiration]

On even the coldest days in Askronna, one might find themselves encountering a small entourage making their way along the docks of the harbor - a handful of guards, a lady in waiting, and the Frozen Flower of the North herself - Miss Aesta Gavrai. She is often accompanied in step by one of the duke's men, the Lord Greir, who returned to the north some years ago accompanied by the young flower before her heart was frozen by the cruel realities of the Gaevlaerian tundra. One might then stop a while and watch the lady's wistful eyes long for the distant ships returning to sea on their voyage back to the mainland, back to her home. But when her eyes turn away they will regard one with nothing but the cold and tactful eye of a surgeon, distanced and reserved yet studying every detail in front of her.

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When I have writing block from the next part of main plot of my novel, my brain still wants to interact and visualize my character, and miss Aesta is one of my favorite to picture.

[jonnyardor]

Why men disappear #love #motivation #youtubeshorts

[lifethereboot]

Book Cover Reveal: Homecoming Chaos

Book Cover Reveal: Homecoming Chaos

Can Jamie survive the chaos and protect her family’s business, deal with her family, and handle the dance with the hot detective without managing to get herself killed? Homecoming Chaos A Model MD Novel by D.W. Brooks Genre: Romantic Suspense, Contemporary Fiction Jamison Jones Scott has been out of the country and out of contact with most of her family for four years. Distraught, she had left…

[harrison-abbott]

The novel Magpie Glen was published two years ago on this day. It’s about a family [The Greenes] who move to a hushed suburb on the edge of the city, hoping to begin a new life. Oliver Greene, the young son, befriends a local group of children, who like to play in the woods which hangs at the back of the neighbourhood. In the forest, they believe that Floyd Lennon – the outcast of the community – is building something in secret. The kids vow to find out what it is.

https://www.amazon.co.uk/gp/product/B08XN9G84V

[barbreypilled]

not to be 200 year old bookposting but I have never wanted to beat a fictional character’s ass more than Edward Fedora Rochester he has the vibe of a shift supervisor in the most rancid way

[yesimmortalspiritblog]

Listen to your heart song and discover your spiritual instrument(s). In the golden plane, I said, " Heart sing me my song." I find myself playing the harp in harmony with its beautiful melody. I always loved and admired the harp. As much as I wanted to learn to play it in the physical, the opportunity never presented itself. But, I effortlessly and beautifully play it in the spirit. Note: The saxophone, piano, drums and flute are other instruments I love and admire. Along with the harp, they are my spiritual instruments. When I am in the golden frequency, one of the highest level of Heaven, the harp is what I play for the sole purpose to shower spiritual contentment of love upon all the God's that dwell everywhere. Peace all you majestic souls of love and light!🕊💞💞💞🕊 #heartsingmemysong #spiritualinstrument #heart #heartchakra💚 #singmemysong #goldenheaven #spiritualcontentment #allgods #allgodschildren #mynovell #velvety #magneticvelvety #magneticvelvetyeffect #playtheharp #inharmony #songofmyheart #beautifulmelody #amid #amidlove #amidjoy #amidpeace #angelssing #sweetmelody #birdsong #lovevibration #toallcreation #allgodscreation #allcocreation #joinus #highestfrequency https://www.instagram.com/p/Cps1ZF3vCs5/?igshid=NGJjMDIxMWI=

[justanothernerdtje]

Eliza nodded. "And you two have been dating since...?"

"October 17th, ma'am," Corym replied. "For the record, I didn't know Milo would mention it."

It's Milo and Coryms Anniversary! This constellation piece wasn't my intention, but I do really love how it turned out!

Check out my novel with these two on Tapas!

#constellation #queer #mynovel #fantasy #love #space #celestial #myocs

[citrusitonit]

going thru messenger stories abt someones mama postign a pic of their day at the beach thgen it cuts to a mynovel ad abtbwerewolf n vampire

[6ninaph9]

Fairy and Garden Gnome AU - part 2

why do i want to write this fanfic so bad I HAVEN'T EVEN WRITTEN THE NOVEL YET!!!!!!!!

[morgana0anagrom]

I was not going to post this art but fuck it. I don't have new fan art to share. This beefcake is my original Character, he is from my novel and you guys already have seen him in another artwork I posted 😅 everyone seemed to like him. His full name is Vargas R'an Gaard. Not gonna say who he is, Ive already spilled more than I should 😂😂 you guys can pretty much guess by his looks, what kind of character he is going to be 😂 hope you guys will like it xoxo 

[paulapuddephatt]

DISTORTED PERCEPTIONS...

PAULATHEWRITER.COM...

[werepretty]

The ground of her cage was cold the room dark. They had bricked the window to keep the moon out. Her goddess wouldn’t be able to help her tonight. The smell of copper filled the air. She wondered if it was just her blood or others. She couldn’t tell. Her mind was starting to twist.

Torture. Pain. How much more could she endure? Please hekate strengthen me