New lil’ episode of Fish don’t Cry posted on Tapas, for the ones who are interested!
(We’ll post it here on Tumblr maybe tomorrow…).
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It’s finally time.
After a year and a half of work, I am finally ready to start uploading my webcomic!
Dreki is the youngest in his line of Keepers, chosen ones of the Gods who protect the three Libraries and their forbidden knowledge left behind after the Gods’ departure. But after being set up by a rogue demon, leading to some of the knowledge being released, he is faced with a world-shattering challenge: find a way to undo the damage, or face Judgement and lose everything he’s worked for his entire life.
If you are a fan of character-driven action-fantasy stories, you can find my comic on both Tapas and Webtoon!
Thanks for reading!
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Read Rising Shards :: “Adventures in Texting” (73.7) | Tapas Community
Zeta and Oka continue their healthy communication on a new Rising Shards chapter!
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PLEASE, my followers! I beg you! Read the first chapter of DeathBringers and LEAVE A COMMENT. If you don’t like it, tell me why! Not getting any feedback makes me so depressed! I’ve been questioning what I did wrong, and I need answers!
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Read DeathBringers | Tapas Web Community
The entirety of my original novella, DeathBringers, is now on Tapas! Please give it a shot and let me know what you think in the comments!
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New chapter of my tapas webnovel, the Scholar & the Cursed Heir is out! Check out “Champion of the People”: https://tapas.io/episode/3815619
Here’s a sneak peek!:
Frederich combed out the strands of his hair before rebraiding the single plait he wore. Any menial task to distract himself from the oncoming visit with Crown Princess Grimhildis, he’d take it. Something akin to dread coiled in his gut, and he realized he didn’t want to somehow revert to the person he’d been as a Scholar. He hadn’t thought he’d changed much in the time since he’d last seen her highness the Crown Princess, but he supposed when they’d last met, he had been different. He’d all the confidence in the world standing by Radhildur’s side, with both the naivete and confidence that he could protect them.
Now, he had the confidence to survive on his own. Something cultivated living away from his home; it was no longer a struggle, watching with weary glances to see what volatile Royal would dictate his life. He was no longer bent over his desk in the Scriptorium, hoping for a day to end after an endless day of copying scripts. He went to the wash basin in the corner of his room before splashing his face with the long-since tepid water. After padding his skin dry with a clean cloth, he looked at the mirror.
There were laughter lines around the corners of his eyes now, he had exchanged them with the horrible bags from when he was a scholar. He even looked better now. Living at the Troval-Pravata estate had been good for him.
If he went down to Marquis Pravata’s study, would he be forfeiting this new life he’d created for himself? Staying put would mean that he’d never have to deal with the Reyk Royals again. If he ignored the summons, he was almost positive that things would be forgiven. He’d just need to explain the situation to Julius. But as he teetered on the edge of the decision, he pictured Radhildur on the night of the ball. Not when they were lost to madness or when they were surrendered, but their joyous self on the dance floor. Their eyes alight with delight and their expression at peace. All of that visible behind their mask.
This image sent Frederich back to the main part of the estate where Grimhildis would’ve been ushered to.
He swallowed back his stomach threatening to rise, and entered the study without announcement.
“Ah, there he is,” Marquis Pravata’s voice greeted—it was warm and familiar. “Crown Princess, I’ve heard you are both already acquainted?”
Grimhildis looks gaunt, Frederich thought. Where the once proud and elegant princess bore herself serenely no matter what, this version of her looked spread thin. She wore a heavy coat over her shoulders and a plain traveling gown, with the skirts filled out by a more traditional petticoat than he was accustomed to seeing her wear.
“Highness,” he greeted colder than he’d intended to.
She nodded, as if she had already expected him to not be accommodating.
“We will begin now,” Marquis Pravata said, smoothly cutting in. “Frederich, go ahead and take a seat.”
Doing as told, Frederich took a spot on the settee by the marquis’ desk. He watched as both his lord and the Crown Princess cast wary glances to one another. He supposed that decided the tone for this meeting, a sort of ominous anticipation.
“The Northwest side of Reyk has fallen to Celestial corruption,” Grimhildis said, no longer waiting. “Radhildur and the knights have been cut off from the rest of the kingdom and they are now surrounded. The king has ordered we shrink our borders and lock them out.”
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Zeta and Oka continue their texting discussion about potentially delicate subjects in a new Rising Shards chapter!
Read Rising Shards :: “Adventures in Texting” (73.3) | Tapas Community
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bowland & bay
I met Katie & Paul back in 2023 when Katie (a twitter/insta pal) looked me up while they were in town and we spent a lovely sherry-filled afternoon together. Since then we have been doing twice-yearly Bowland & Bay Sevilla Getaways together and this week they were back for more.
Katie runs her adventure food company Bowland & Bay out of Lancashire UK and offers fab foodie experiences both…
