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THE CRESCENT OF FOOLS AND FORGOTTEN TIME ⤳ a wip (re)intro

Lucille Carmine is not one to relinquish her hold on someone once her wicked talons have sunk into them, as Jayce all too painfully learns once more. He’s pulled into her employ again, Lott jumping in after his best friend, tasked - under extreme duress, of course - to retrieve The Liminality Paradox. Previously thought to have been nothing more than a bedtime story, Jayce and Lott find themselves unwillingly heading to The Crescent of Fools and Forgotten Time, right into the heart of The Fool’s domain, a place where time and space lose all meaning, where everything that has ever happened is happening all at once and where nothing ever happens all the same. A place where the ends of the universe could be nothing more than a hop, skip, and a jump away, but the five feet in front of you could stretch out to infinity and beyond. A place where the insane rule sovereign and the sane are grinded to a dust, folded into the ripples of the Crescent. All to steal an artifact of untold power for one of the most dangerous overlords of the criminal world, and to lay even more unchecked power at her feet for her to abuse.

STATUS: querying

GENRE: urban fantasy / heist / comedy

MEDIUM: feature film

WARNINGS: description/depiction of wounds, death and pain (will be modified as necessary)

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Daily Sip 1/13

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Sip of Snips 1/18 - Neck

Longer snip from one of Esolie's early chapters in Until Then.

Content Warning for Child Death and Funerals

The next time Esolie saw the pendant, it was hanging on a longer ribbon around the Queen's neck. She and other members of the court surrounded Isábel's coffin in the main hall while a priest chanted overhead.

Stunted winter berries and sprigs of evergreen were all the mourners could scrounge for her funeral. Only the bakers had provided a significant offering in the form of a twisting tower that stood among the wreaths. Steam ceased rising from the bread almost as soon as they carried it into the hall; it was long cold by now.

"This sad affair is unbefitting a princess," Esolie's father mumbled as he locked eyes with another courtier. "If my daughter's wedding was half this meager, I'd never recover enough to meet my eye in the looking glass. Can any among us imagine sending our children to the earth as though they were paupers? Giuliana will be on the warpath."

It wasn't just the lack of roses and fruit that made this funeral different than those of Isá's brother and their father a few months earlier.

Esolie couldn't bring herself to believe her friend was gone. She kept expecting Isá to emerge from behind a long banner, giggling wickedly at the great upset she had caused. It seemed she was still waiting upstairs in her chamber or hiding in the garden, eager for another game, another trip to the stables, another endless round of questions that left Esolie exhausted and annoyed.

Was she really lying eternally silent in that stone box, draped under the banner of her family? Did she feel trapped under that image of snarling badgers that had always frightened her with their teeth and claws ready at the other's eyes?

[little-peril-stories]

sipofsnips 9/28: save

“You think you’re saving me. You can’t save me like this.”

The Queen of Lies

[avaseofpeonies]

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10/17: unkempt

An unwelcome feeling began to rise in his chest, and he scowled. While he must admit that she was very beautiful, unkempt though she was just now, beautiful spies were not at all uncommon.

He hadn't expected this particular danger.

Salvage, V1Ch17

Salvage WIP Intro

[bluberimufim]

Sip of Snips - "edge"

Have I posted this particular snip before? Yes. And you're gonna see it again. Because this is my favourite scene in this WIP. From chapter 25 of "Black and White":

He was constantly haunted by images that took the place of ghosts. He saw the man in black and white. He saw Alphonse's body, eyes closed, as calm as if he were sleeping, making his red hair stand out like blood. He saw that form that had once been his son and no longer was. But the vision that tormented him the most was that of his grave. He couldn't seem to forget the letters of his name etched into the stone, just as they were etched into his mind, with sharp and precise edges, still not weathered by time. He never thought he'd see something like that in his lifetime. He never thought he'd see his son's name on that stone, the name he and Lucille had picked out with all the love and care in the world. He never thought that name would ever be used in this way. And that was one of the things that bothered him the most, besides his guilt: how wrong it all was.

I love this scene. I remember writing it and being on the verge of tears. It do be like that sometimes 😎

[rhyaxxyn]

2/22 | 𝐀𝐥𝐭𝐚𝐫𝐬 𝐢𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐒𝐤𝐲 | 𝐒𝐄𝐏𝐀𝐑𝐀𝐓𝐄

He felt like a five course meal to her.

“Jzola bog,” she hissed. Her helmet slid down. It was the skull of the beasts which attacked them at the temple.

She swung, their blades screaming against one another. They were separate for an instant before she kicked and Quinn stumbled back. He caught himself on the elevator door, one half of his body hanging over the ledge. A thousands moans erupted from the elevator shaft, so wild and intense that they matched that of a hundred screams, a hundred war cries.

Grunting, Quinn pulled himself back in. His blade shrunk into a small dagger. Their proximity shrunk, and he began trading hits with her, each of their blades just narrowly dodging the other’s throat, their arms, their eyes.

By the time he finally got a glimpse of Heather he was panting, and her eyes were blazing, seeking him too.

The moment slowed.

He had to get to her. He had to.

A blade sought Heather.

[sarandipitywrites]

sip of snips 1/11

rules are here

today's word is idea, which is everywhere across my WIPs (maybe i should edit some out? ...nah lol). but i'm particularly fond of this snip from draft 1 of The Art of Empty Space, so here you go :)

this one's longer than the other snips i've shared this week, so it goes under the cut:

The beast's footprints stood out like scars in the new snow. Sis followed them without Lienzo's instruction, her head bobbing as she tracked each motion and deviation. Long, quadrupedal strides. Huge, digitigrade tracks for the back feet; spread-toed, raccoonlike tracks for the front. Other tracks, too. Older, sunken and misshapen by the continuous snowfall. Smaller than the beast's, though not by much. They grew more numerous, more chaotically placed as they traveled deeper into the forest. Lienzo kept his eyes on the beast's tracks. Even when the other tracks crossed over, even when they seemed at a glance to overtake the fresh tracks entirely. Lienzo wasn't going to lose it. "Kuuuuh, kuh-kuh-kuh..." Lienzo's head snapped up from the tracks at Sis's warning call. Bright eyes shone through the trees. He turned in his saddle. One, three, ten, more. More of the creatures than they'd seen earlier, more than Lienzo could hope to fend off. The eyes closed in around them, a circle of flickering, blinking light. They were surrounded. Liezno's heart dropped out, landed somewhere on the forest floor. He'd known this was a bad idea. He'd known that they shouldn't have gone after the beast, and they wouldn't have had to, if only Lienzo had killed the beast when he'd had the chance, had done the smart thing, the right thing. Instead he'd had to hold onto his stupid, bleeding heart and run away from the one task he'd been given. And now they were going to pay for his mistake.

[lilyannlilith]

Today's #sipofsnips: agree.

Another semi-explicit snippet from Exhibition! Not giving any context 👀

Lia wanted to agree, but the distress of her aborted orgasm was louder than the pleasure of seeing their two boys make out.

[innocentlymacabre]

There's a saying some people have about things that glitter.

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Daily Sip 1/5

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Sip of Snips, 09/29: Smoke

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Smoke

From Pelican Queen/Rain Summoner

"Is there a reason you've stopped here?" Ghost-Hand asked, his voice faint. His head felt swollen from lying on his side for so long.

The Huntsman kept his hand pressed where Dol's vines had pierced him. He squinted ahead to a trail of smoke climbing from the trees just off the orchard. "I have a score to settle."

[little-peril-stories]

sipofsnips 10/20: ajar

The broken schoolhouse door slammed, jolting ajar and swaying in the draught.

hey this moment is gonna be important not in the next chapter of The Queen of Lies, but in the next next chapter. ok bye

[avaseofpeonies]

Word of the day from Sip of Snips:

7/27: Precious

From Salvage, V1Ch21:

“There are things you may not know, that may not be mine to tell-”

“Yes, yes,” Kelvaran retorted. “She's a precious mystery to be revealed by no one. Do you have a point?”

[papercutsunset]

SOS 11/21/24: GLEAMING

[BTTNP]

[oh-no-another-idea]

Sip of Snips: longing

Velia made it through five more second class cars with the red seats before the train left the station. She felt it tense beneath her boots—all that shifting muscle, straining. And then it moved, one small huff followed by another. Grabbing ahold of the nearest wall, Velia found a window and looked out. Already the fog of New York was moving, falling back. The noise picked up, as did their speed, and the station platform ended. Buildings swished past, their lights a blur through the murky glass. The clacking unnerved her. Velia was no stranger to noise, to the constant clamor of the city, but where those familiar sounds soothed her or simply faded to the background, the train’s tread felt desperate. As though it already was thinking longingly of the destination and the journey’s end. Or perhaps she was merely assigning her own quiet thoughts to the machine.

From The Invisible Girl 🚂