“Are you alright?" The corner of Eirnin’s mouth quirked up with a hint of a smile, probably remembering her reaction when he’d asked her that a moment ago. Story smiled sheepishly back up at him. "I'm fine. I think I just stepped on a rock and cut my foot. If I ever find out who took my shoes, I'll kill them." He lowered himself to one knee and bent over to pick up her injured foot. "I'd be willing to bet it was one of the fey. They're very territorial by nature and often take things that are left lying—” His voice cut off abruptly, and he stiffened before jerking to his feet and backing away from her as if she had a contagious disease. He stopped only when his back hit a tree. Eirnin of the Eáchan clan’s silver eyes—now with hints of bright yellow to them—widened in astonishment, and he stared, transfixed, at the red blood dripping from her foot. "What are you?"

Rena wanders a decaying land, searching for purpose to a life that was supposed to have been laid out for her. As a Mythic, the people worship the ground she walks on. To them, a Mythic is life, a living representation of the ley energy that sustains their world. But as a Mythic who doesn't know what ancient spirit resides inside her, she doesn't exist to the Order that raised her. Ignored and denied, Rena sets her sights on other problems. She puts her control over fire and powerful illusions to the test against the feral things that stalk the woods and follows hidden pathways through the silent forests, determined that if the Order doesn't need her, she doesn't need it. But the portals are closing. The ley is in chaos. The Mythics that can still save it are in danger, and Rena's about to stumble upon the biggest purpose of her life whether she's ready for it or not. *+*+*+* Cover art by @46Kibahime Cover title font pretty-ing by @Prisim

Everyone is hiding from something; a secret, a lie. Mine just happens to be a curse, one bestowed upon me before my first birthday; a curse that says I'm supposed to die before I turn sixteen. But that isn't going to happen, because I have a plan. You see, it's impossible to prick your finger on the spindle of a spinning wheel if you're locked in a cell.

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Imani escapes prison only to find herself in the clutches of a mad man. The hope that Thomas could still be alive and waiting for her in the snowy mountain woods is all that she has left to cling to. But after her head is artificially filled with more information than she knows what to do with, she finds she can't trust her own thoughts, much less the words of anyone else. Rumors come creeping in the night and she finds herself faced with a choice she thought she left far behind her when she walked out the doors of the compound.

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In a cityscape populated by individuals with magically inclined abilities powered by Colour, Athira is a hunter. Known only as the Owl, a notorious criminal with allegiances to none but herself, she searches for answers from the worst the city has to offer. No one is above her notice, and once noticed, there is no escape. When her search leads to a series of magical disturbances and a girl who was supposed to be dead, Athira's world of solitude shatters. Predictions from the lost Colour mark her friend a saviour, and as an ancient horror begins to rise, Athira starts to wonder who she should have been hunting all these years.

A Princess sleeps hidden in the mountains. An evil Queen rules the land. And curses are a way of life. Eira knows of only one way to end the Spinner's Curse: find the Princess, awaken her, and finally set to rights the evil that has destroyed a kingdom. But with a Huntsman seeking to steal her heart and a Queen determined to keep her crown, Eira will have to rally an army to end both the Kingdom's curse and her own.

The future is divided by Perimeters: high-security gated communities where life goes on as normal. If you're inside you're lucky. If you're outside, life expectancy takes a nose dive. Riley is fortunate to have been born on the right side of the fence. But her life of privilege comes crashing down when someone breaks through and murders her sister. She forsakes her own safety to go in search of the killer. But what awaits her outside is more unbelievable that she ever imagined. Cut to the present day where Eleanor's world is falling apart. This time next year, civilisation won't be quite so civilised . . . * * * I'm posting a chapter each week. The rest of the Outside Series is complete, and available on Amazon.

Daughter4254 used to think life in a community where art, music and names are outlawed would suffocate her creative spirit. Now that she’s rotting in a prison cell, she’s not sure her dying mother made the right choice when she entrusted her with the secrets of rebellion. Prison has given her plenty of time to relive every mistake and lose all hope. Her next stop is the MindWipe. Then she meets Thomas, a fellow inmate, who tells her stories of the mythical mountain colonies where people have names and the arts thrive. Together they plot an escape, knowing if they fail, they will die. Or worse, their consciousness will be taken by the MindWipe, leaving their bodies free for the government to use. When nothing goes as planned, Daughter4254 must choose between using her mother's secret to better the world she hates, or following Thomas to the quiet life of freedom she has always craved.