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Fantasy!
Diverse books and diverse readers
Love: ball scenes, “oh no there’s only one bed,” dragons, forbidden love, new takes on old tropes, assassins, character heavy, found family
I’m not into these fantasy subgenera: urban, contemporary, magical realism, paranormal.
No rape. No racist characters that we’re just okay with. No torture.
Worlds that are not diverse.
Princess Leena grew up smelling smoke. From the burning words of her ill-tempered mother, Malise, to the uncontrollable fire of her half-brother, Averyn, the only person in the world who still has magic. When a charred body is found in Malise’s study and the queen is missing the king declares Averyn her murderer. And has his ward arrested and set to hang.
But Leena isn’t as convinced of his guilt. She visits Averyn in the dungeons and he reveals a Queen of Salt playing card with a message from their mother on it: “Come find me.”
Desperate to save Averyn’s life Leena takes up Averyn’s quest and sails across the sea to Malise’s homeland. She discovers that Malise is not only the queen of Leena’s country—but ruler of the pirates, the Queen of Salt. She is searching for a cure for Averyn’s fire.
Leena stows away aboard her ship to join her. But time is running out before Averyn’s execution…
The hounds that came for her could not be tied down. They had ravaged lands for centuries, and now they thirsted for her blood. He must have given them her scent—the possessive, murderous, prick—and they had pounced. No knight could leash them. No man could conquer them. They were the king’s cerberi.
Her husband’s cerberi.
She hurtled through the forest, scrambling down the rocky hill toward Revarl Harbor, eyes darting across the waters for a ship—any ship—to take her. She hadn’t gotten this far in her plan—she hadn’t the time. She’d hardly had warning of his scheme—days, at most—before she heard the squeaking of the study’s window latch and smelled the smiles of his assassins.
She’d whirled, her daggers a blur around her. His men had been trained to kill, honed to show no mercy. But she was their queen, and they stuttered. They couldn’t know what she was. That she missed the whisper of knives, the taste of blood. That in the moment they hesitated, she would begin her lethal dance.
When she was through, she prayed to Unda the absence of her own body would enrage her husband for years to come.
I’m primarily a fantasy writer. I have ideas for a few other series, including a retelling, a space story, and an elemental story, as well as ideas for the world I’m currently writing in.
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