In the Lush Decay of Her Bedchamber

WHY AM I LIKE THIS? I sent a newsletter about a Thing, and let’s now play SPOT THE TYPO!

PROOF that I ‘beed’ a break for sure. And I sent like fifty million test emails to myself and STILL didn’t notice that till the sent version! Le sigh.

Okay, moving on. I just released my fairytale novella which has a fantastical, gothic atmosphere. I’m not happy with the description, although one sentence has promise: “…when he infiltrated her deserted castle, he had no trouble at all trailing wicked whispers around her, promising to give her her greatest wish…”. The whole description is on Amazon, but here is the beginning (which may seem familiar if you’ve watched the video I made for it):

She pens her tale in the lush decay of her bedchamber.

Confined deep in the goblin realm, she has no idea whether her words will ever reach the world above… the world where she once lived and breathed and loved.

She still lives and breathes and loves—or she supposes she must love him, for she married him, here, in this realm of puppet creatures and fractured teacups and barred doors.

The nimbus of light from the candle near her hand encircles her wakefulness, just as it encases his slumber, for he sleeps.

In the middle of their canopied bed, his body pallid from lack of sun, he stretches out in a haphazard sprawl. The sheets entwine with his limbs like angry lovers, and his tangled hair tangles in his sleep-softened mouth.

Earlier, other things had been tangled there: her mouth with his, her hands in his hair, her fingers entwined with his, as he’d pressed her into the sheets, and her heart—

Well, that made the worst tangle of all. She turns away, her breathing unsteady, and hunkers over her empty page—before he can wake and muddle her mind with kisses and touches and those lovely, lovely whispered supplications for forgiveness.

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As a random aside, since I excel at those, a friend posted this on Facebook and it SPOKE TO ME:

Of course I wrote my German friend and asked him how to say it and apparently he’s never heard of it since it’s in a regional dialect, but he posted a link, and this is how you say it: “Ich fühle mich jetzt genug besucht.” IS THAT NOT PERFECT? “I feel myself now enough visited.” hahahahaha it must be a region of introverts.

Okay, so back to this release. If it interests you, there are three options:

• you can buy it on Amazon for $0.99
• get it on other retailers for $0.99
• get a free review copy if you’d like to help me out by reading and reviewing it. Just be aware that this link will expire December 8th.
• There is also a print version available 🙂

I think that’s all I want to blab about today. Thx for being here, y’all. It’s been a long, hard week, and I hope we all get some regrouping time done this weekend!

Thrice the Shadow. [Nope, still don’t know what that means.]

All the love to you all 🙂 Be kind this week. Aaaaand if you want to give me some love (or feed me 😀 ), you can ‘buy me a coffee’, that is, send $1 (or more) via buy me a coffee, or to support me regularly, you can join the patreon I’ve been seriously neglecting (but want to resume), or get daily snippets I have been failing to share on Facebook, check out my books I don’t want anyone to buy, or join the newsletter I haven’t been writing (but intend to). THANK YOU for any and all love!