PapaDjinn is querying

It's a COVER REVEAL 👀

I'm crazy excited to share the cover for the second book in my novella series, THE LADY WIDOW: CAPTURED AMONG THE STARS 😆

The journey continues where DEATH AMONG THE STARS left off and it's coming to you May 26, 2026!

writteninmelanin.com/store/p/tlw2p

#BookSky #BlackAuthor

A half-body digital drawing of Kung Lao, from Chronicles of the Realms, by me. He's a young Chinese monk depicted with his left hand crossed over his chest, palm turned down, and his right hand over the left, closed in a fist enveloped by blue magic. Around his left hand is a stone tablet tied with a leather strip, and on his right arm, there's a large tattoo of a red and orange phoenix; the rest of his arm, from above the elbow up, is wrapped in boxing wraps. He wears a blue jiāshā that, again, leaves his right arm bare, and has the symbols of two dragons on the chest, the right one covered by his raised arm. On the sash around his waist, of a blue darker than his jiāshā, is a circular amulet painted with the ensō symbol. He also wears his iconic razor hat on his bald head. His hat has the shén word in a brighter blue tone.

"Why do you fight, Kung Lao?"

Kung Lao has appeared a few times in snippets now and folks related to him, so I thought I'd try my hand at drawing him—from Eternal Flame, when he's still a bald baby.

#ChroniclesOfTheRealms #KungLao #DigitalArt #FantasyArt

And it's his favorite, so double points.

In which Beren tries to comfort her friend, who is going through Some Shit™️.

If the Coven weren't such "rise above" types, this novel would've been a lot bloodier. #WIPSnips #writingcommunity #writeky

March 2nd – most

#AnthropomorphicNovel, today!

Ray talks about why she rarely sees her family anymore.

#WIPSnips #WriteSky #WritingCommunity #WritingPrompts

G'morning #WIPSnips!
I think I've used this scene before, but I'd like to show it off again, because I want to.
#WriteSky #WritingCommunity #WritingPrompts

Our hero muses on sleep.
From my RevPit hopeful "Hat'

#WriteSky #WritingCommunity #WritingPrompts #WIPSnips

Happy #WIPSnips 2 - Most
CW: Blood

Life's not always so fun when your boss is a vampire 😬

Molly and Wren discuss an oddly shaped plinth.

From book 2 of my romantic fantasy series about a priest of the dead and a thief with a heart of gold.

CW: discussions of male anatomy

#Wrencer #Writesky #WritingCommunity #WritingPrompts

#WIPSnips #writingcommunity #writers #writesky

Sorry, Mireia. I'm afraid you're doomed 😅

From my upcoming book THE GODS OF ATALANTIS, Part 1 of my Atlantis trilogy. Now looking for ARC readers!
docs.google.com/forms/d/e/1F...

Can't wait to see our favorite God babies from beginning to end.

Most | Survival videogames are not honest about how exhausting scavenging is and now Duggy has to experience it first hand.
#WIPSnips #WritingCommunity #WriteSky #bvm #bipoc #amwriting #Fantasy #SFF

Locked in

Moodboard for THE GODS OF ATALANTIS featuring: Ancient board games, temples with waterfalls pouring into pools, neat ancient fantasy cities, forehead kisses, frolicking in canals amid a palace, beautiful island coastlines, more ancient cities, and cool statues of strange gods. Center Quote: “From the day you left this village, you became more than merely yourself. You are the Sea Mother. This is the role fate has placed upon you. I told you when you left that I believed this path has opened up to you for a reason. I still believe that. You’ve been given a chance that few others ever have—the chance to change the world for the better. I’d even dare say it’s your duty to do so, now that you have the means.”

Digital painting by me of Mireia, the MC of my Atlantis trilogy, standing with her arms spread out in front of a carved wall relief of her goddess alter-ego, Mu'u the Sea Mother. Mireia is a teenage girl with light brown skin, long dark brown wavy hair, and gray eyes, wearing a blue garment that clasps at her left shoulder, a wide purple cloth belt, and a few pieces of gold jewelry. Mu'u is a feminine figure with a large coral-like headdress, obsidian eyes, and seven scaly arms holding various objects: a skull, a fish, a hammer, a lyre, a bundle of lightning bolts, a swaddled baby, and a small boat. Behind her is a background of cliffs and sea waves full of ocean creatures & human figures sunk at the bottom.

Hey Bluesky friends!

Just another reminder that I'm currently looking for ARC readers for my book THE GODS OF ATALANTIS - coming soon!

Slow-burn romance! Fantasy politics! Magic crystals!✨

If you like things like ATLA & FMA:B, this is for you! Sign up here: docs.google.com/forms/d/e/1F...

[Moodboard] Moodboard for THE GODS OF ATALANTIS featuring: Ancient board games, temples with waterfalls pouring into pools, neat ancient fantasy cities, forehead kisses, frolicking in canals amid a palace, beautiful island coastlines, more ancient cities, and cool statues of strange gods. Center Quote: “From the day you left this village, you became more than merely yourself. You are the Sea Mother. This is the role fate has placed upon you. I told you when you left that I believed this path has opened up to you for a reason. I still believe that. You’ve been given a chance that few others ever have—the chance to change the world for the better. I’d even dare say it’s your duty to do so, now that you have the means.”

[Blue snippet] A snippet from THE GODS OF ATALANTIS (BOOK 1). Text is blue over a light blue background with a faint image of an ancient Greek-looking city with a canal running through it. “Mireia didn’t want to be a goddess. She wanted a lot of things in life—she wanted to have exciting adventures, to see as much of the world as she could. She wanted to have a thrilling romance, to get married, to have children. She wanted to do something that would be remembered forever. She wanted to leave her mark. But she didn’t want to be a goddess. Perhaps she should just pretend she couldn’t do it. She could put on a show of trying to catch one, but deliberately fail. The strangers would never know better. And yet… What if it’s me? It couldn’t be her. It couldn’t. And yet… Mireia was bending down and sliding her hands into the water before she even realized what she was doing. For a few moments, she shut off her mind and closed her eyes, letting herself drift off to the place she usually only

Photograph of a very rocky cliff overlooking the sea.

Hello, friends! Hook & Quill Press is ramping up for our second release, and we're looking for #ARCReaders. Are you ready to journey to Atalantis?
If you're interested, hit that sign up link below!
forms.gle/RAaaMfXWGD35...

#atlantis #writingcommunity #indieauthor

I appreciate it, but I'm not looking for one at this time.

You got this~

Now with correct hashtags!
#WSPit #H #horror #W #A #Q

#2 #Agentsguide
CAVERN CLIPPER (TREASURE PLANET x JOURNEY TO THE CENTER OF THE EARTH x THE LAST EXILE)

#WSPit #W #A #SF #F

bsky.app/profile/did:...

Can't wait!

Cover: Anthropomorphic by Charlie Delta Art By Conrad Altmann

Rayna Clay. Fullbody painting of a woman. She's white, with short brown hair, grey eyes, and dressed in modern clothes (jeans, boots, black tshirt, and brown leather jacket). She's holding an expandable security baton in one hand and wiping blood from her lips with the other. Art by Aowna

Rayna Clay is a world-weary monster hunter with a reckless streak that tends to get her into trouble.

Simon is a naïve incubus having second thoughts about the deadly conspiracy he's wrapped up in.

Forced to work together, is there enough time left for them to stop it?

#WSPit #LGBT #A #C #F #CS

Everyday, all day.

Picture of dark elf man and Caucasian woman in a forest. Text overlay: WHEN THEYRE SUNSHINE X GRUMP BUT ALSO ...

Picture of dark elf man and Caucasian woman in a forest. Text overlay: unwilling bandit vs jaded bodyguard.

Page 1 of The Oracle’s Journey OZANNA If Arlo didn't shut his mouth, I was going to climb over the bar, shove my money down his throat, and take the change out of his ass. He was just standing there, chatting away with another customer an infuriatingly easy smile deepening the lines of his aged face while I flailed and failed to get his attention. But it wasn't until the third I'll be with you soon gesture that I hauled myself up on the stool-rung to hurl a copper at him. And that's when my gaze fell upon the tip boxes. There were four of them, small and wooden, secured to the wall behind the bar, one for each of his regular tavern maids. Including one for his wife, Tabi, who was the cook. Since tips were easily stolen from the tables, it was Arlo's policy to collect them along with payment and place the money in the proper box. And from my elevation, I could see cach name painted on the lid above the coin slot.

mmrees.com

Just two outsiders that never thought they'd find love, brought together by *questionable* divine intervention, acting like love struck fools, in a whimsical to dark fantasy setting.
mmrees.com
#romantasy #fantasyromance

A violent pulse shuddered through the ground. The flow trees surrounding the homestead flared bright pink — then dimmed to a sickly violet. Leaves rattled like dry bones. Caleri stepped down from the doorway at last, her expression sharpening into true alarm. "Get him inside. Now." Hodari didn't argue. He scooped Djamin into his arms as if he weighed nothing, carrying him through the doorway and laying him on the bed. His hands hovered, unsure where to touch, as though afraid even that might hurt him. "Talk to me," Hodari said roughly, voice shaking despite his effort to sound steady. "Tell me what's happenin'." Djamin's back arched, a cry tearing free as another invisible wave hit him. His ring flashed with a cold metallic glint, almost painfully bright. "They're pulling," he gasped. "Something's pulling me." Subira pressed her palm over his sternum, closing her eyes. Pink flow energy spread from her hand, gentle but steady — not to overpower, but to shield. A flicker of relief crossed his face. "Good," Caleri said briskly. "Hold him there." Jina hovered at the foot of the bed, hands shaking. "What do I do?"

#WIPSnips
#WriteSky
#WritingCommunity
#AmEditing #Romantasy #OriginalStory #Palia
#QueerCharacters #LGBTQ

Fighting for his life, but we get to reap the rewards.

The Etheri series by Sage T. Greene. 3 book covers over a desert background. Book 1 (Etheri) cover: a hand reaching up over a galaxy background. Book 2 (Alive) cover: a hand reaching down over a galaxy background. Book 3 (Sapphire) cover: Two hands holding a large blue gem over a galaxy background.

When an introvert is caught between a criminal org and her village, she’ll have to find her voice and make a choice: her village, her friends, or herself

📚 Trilogy
♀️ FMC
🌌 Mana
💥 Combat
💬 Banter
🐺 Companions

Choose your retailer: linktr.ee/sagetgreene

#WSPit #P #WSPitPublished #NA #Action #F #In

Sooner or later, every soul in every world stands before the Reckoner. After death, but before the next step.

At the very end, he opens a door for you. Tonight, however, he reflects.

From an action-comedy novel about the wacky misadventures of a heist crew.

#WIPSnips #AmWriting
#WritingCommunity

Me neither, I certainly would have met my maker. Loved writing it, loved sharing it, would hate to experience it. That's why we love our boy though, right?

He has been learning consistently. On the job training will do that to you

He was lucky enough to have the right tools (and competent fighters) at the right time. Tok would not have been able to do this on his own.