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Adregem ཐིཋྀ
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Professional science writer. Unprofessional novelist. Mom with half an empty nest. Insomniac. She/her. That is not me in the picture.
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Adregem ཐིཋྀ @adregem.bsky.social · Oct 29
In a dark kingdom where light is toxic and steel is untouchable, a mortal woman with a flashlight and a cosplay sword becomes a monster king’s obsession and the realm’s best weapon against a vengeful demigod. ཐིཋྀ THE MOTH KING (109K) #AgentGuide #AgentGuides #Romantasy #Fantasy #AmQuerying #Writers
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Soryl shouldl have listened to Win. #WIPSnips #WIP #AmWriting #WritingPrompts #Writers #Writing #WritingCommunity #WriteSky #FantasySky #DarkFantasy #Necromancy
Win made sure she’d gotten all the way through the front door before turning back to me. “I don’t like her,” he said, pulling whole trencher of roast beef his way as if he wasn’t planning to share. “Or her little sack of gold. I hope you’re planning to say no.” “I’ll have to weigh the pros and cons.” He pointed the carving knife at me. “I’ll do it for you. Pro: Gold. Con: Everything else. The cons outweigh the pros.”
January 17, 2026 at 3:20 PM
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The way Joric feels right now is essentially exactly how it felt to write this book #WIPSnips #WIP #AmWriting #WritingPrompts #Writers #Writing #WritingCommunity #WriteSky #FantasySky #TimeTravel #GasLamp
She frowned, then pushed all her new, upside down, backward thoughts to another part of her brain, to be parsed at a later time. “You were right about the snow,” she said, because that was the subject that demanded the most immediate attention. “Ah. Did I tell you about that next time? I mean last time? Or was it later than that? I mean earlier?” She wrinkled her nose at him and let out an exasperated huff. “Is it your intention to be perplexing?” His shoulders slumped. “No. It’s just … I don’t think I’ll ever really be used to it.”
January 16, 2026 at 3:46 PM
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I was like, no way do I use this word, I write fantasy ... and then behold ... #WIPSnips #WIP #AmWriting #WritingPrompts #Writers #Writing #WritingCommunity #WriteSky #FantasySky #Romantasy #AmQuerying
I’m trembling, and I hate it. I’ve never been so stupidly afraid of anyone in my life. “You swore fealty to me, but you did not do as I asked,” the Moth King says. His words are all business, but now that the throne room is otherwise empty, his tone is sort of reasonable. If I close my eyes, I can almost pretend he’s my manager, gently scolding me for screwing up a triple foam extra hot almond milk latte with two shots on the bottom and two on the top.
January 15, 2026 at 3:36 PM
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Soryl is underestimating Tova again #WIPSnips #WIP #AmWriting #WritingPrompts #Writers #Writing #WritingCommunity #WriteSky #DarkFantasy #Necromancy
He looped the rope around Tova’s wrists. “Win,” I said. “That won’t work. And it isn’t necessary. She can’t even stand up.” She groaned, twisting feebly on her stomach like a worm trying to bury itself in mud. “Is he here yet?” she muttered. One toe scraped impotently against the forest floor, as if to illustrate my point. “She’s dangerous,” Win said again, completely ignoring the current state of the evidence. “We ought to kill her now, while she’s vulnerable.” His voice was so measured, so callous, that it stoked an angry fire in me. He was a soldier, and when he needed to, he could snuff out his morality like a candle.
January 14, 2026 at 4:02 PM
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In a dark kingdom where light is toxic and steel is untouchable, a mortal woman with a flashlight and a cosplay sword becomes a monster king’s obsession and the realm’s best weapon against a vengeful demigod. ཐིཋྀ THE MOTH KING (109K) ཐིཋྀ #BluePit 📖 #NA #F #R #Q #ND
Bats in a cave; the full moon; a death's head moth; fog in a forest; a light house; cracked earth; a sword. There are line drawings of moths and mushrooms around the edges.
January 13, 2026 at 7:59 PM
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An enchantress with forbidden magic must defeat an ancient necromancer who uses the life energies of murdered men to animate his dead lover’s body. #BluePit 📖 #W #A #F
Starry sky; a statue of a woman's face with moss on it; dying flowers; a castle on a dark, moonlit night; skulls, a graveyard; a fireplace
January 13, 2026 at 7:57 PM
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Cursed to move backward through time, Joric has fewer memories of Fion each time they meet. If she can’t find a way to change his past before their final encounter, she’ll become a stranger to a man driven only by his memories of the terrible act that cursed him. #BluePit 📖 #W #A #F
19th century train car; Victoria ear ball with people dancing; old English street; gas lamp; woman in a ball gown; old clocks; god statue; apothecary shelf; 19th century seaside resort
January 13, 2026 at 7:56 PM
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I haven't done one from the Moth King in a while! #WIPSnips #WIP #AmWriting #WritingPrompts #Writers #Writing #WritingCommunity #WriteSky #FantasySky #Romantasy #AmQuerying
The ditch dead-ends on the east side of the castle, which is apparently where the Dawn Lord throws his trash. It stinks here, too, but the smell is more like a fast-food dumpster than an open grave. A pile of bricks and broken boards lies next to the castle wall, and there’s a mound a few feet away from it that I’ll call a compost pile out of kindness. Bits of paper flit around in the wind like leaves, which strikes me as odd for a treeless land that clearly has no industry until I remember that the foot soldiers basically turn into paper when they’re killed and I have to swallow my gag reflex.
January 13, 2026 at 1:14 PM
adregem.bsky.social
In a dark kingdom where light is toxic and steel is untouchable, a mortal woman with a flashlight and a cosplay sword becomes a monster king’s obsession and the realm’s best weapon against a vengeful demigod. ཐིཋྀ THE MOTH KING (109K) ཐིཋྀ #BluePit 📖 #NA #F #R #Q #ND
Bats in a cave; the full moon; a death's head moth; fog in a forest; a light house; cracked earth; a sword. There are line drawings of moths and mushrooms around the edges.
January 13, 2026 at 12:50 PM
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An enchantress with abominable magic must defeat an ancient necromancer who uses the life energies of murdered men to animate his dead lover’s body. #BluePit 📖 #W #A #F

NOSFERATU x ONE DARK WINDOW
Starry sky; a statue of a woman's face with moss on it; dying flowers; a castle on a dark, moonlit night; skulls, a graveyard; a fireplace
January 13, 2026 at 12:47 PM
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Cursed to move backward through time, Joric has fewer memories of Fion each time they meet. If she can’t find a way to change his past before their final encounter, she’ll become a stranger to a man driven only by his memories of the terrible act that cursed him. #BluePit 📖 #W #A #F
19th century train car; Victoria ear ball with people dancing; old English street; gas lamp; woman in a ball gown; old clocks; god statue; apothecary shelf; 19th century seaside resort
January 13, 2026 at 12:36 PM
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Tova is finally showing her true colors #WIPSnips #WIP #AmWriting #WritingPrompts #Writers #Writing #WritingCommunity #WriteSky #DarkFantasy #Necromancy
Smoldering tentacles of dark magic rose from Tova’s skin and spiraled away into the chill air. Win stared at her. His eyes were wide and calculating, but there was a tremor in them I recognized as encroaching panic. Win was a soldier, well used to magic and its more sinister applications, but even he wasn’t prepared for something like Tova.
January 12, 2026 at 1:18 PM
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One of Soryl's more morally gray habits is hijacking other people's daydreams. #WIPSnips #WIP #AmWriting #WritingPrompts #Writers #Writing #WritingCommunity #WriteSky #FantasySky #DarkFantasy #Necromancy
I’d had my fill of other people’s sex fantasies, so I picked a guard whose imaginings had placed him at the helm of a huge, battle-worn cog with tattered red sails. His dream ship toiled through rough seas, climbing swells and bursting through curtains of foamy spray, but in the way of all fantasies, it was bereft of the more unpleasant details, and my guts remained in a pleasant state of neutrality. If this had been the real world, I’d have been leaning over the gunwale, dedicating the contents of my stomach to the Sea God.
January 11, 2026 at 4:20 PM
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Everyone please take a moment to appreciate North’s fantastic whiskers #Caturday #CatsofBlueSky #CatsLife #Gato
Lynx point Siamese cat with very long whiskers standing on a hardwood floor looking up
January 10, 2026 at 4:10 PM
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January 10, 2026 at 3:40 PM
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Soryl and Win are looking for the [spoiler] in the [also a spoiler] 😆 #WIPSnips #WIP #AmWriting #WritingPrompts #Writers #Writing #WritingCommunity #WriteSky #FantasySky #DarkFantasy #Necromancy
The Sea God’s altar was littered with pieces of torn sailcloth, broken conch shells, and slivers of tide-worn wood. Opposite, Death presided over offers of bundled ravens’ feathers and crumbling chunks of black tourmaline. Behind each altar, a black doorway led deeper into the maze. “Fifth chamber on the east side,” I said, counting. “Behind Death.” “Naturally,” Win grumbled. “Let’s get this over with.”
January 10, 2026 at 3:37 PM
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One of Win's more distasteful habits is stealing uneaten food from other people's tables. #WIPSnips #WIP #AmWriting #WritingPrompts #Writers #Writing #WritingCommunity #WriteSky #FantasySky #DarkFantasy #Necromancy
I frowned at Win as I set the tankards down and dropped into my chair. He’d procured a half-eaten bowl of nuts from an abandoned table and was tucking into them with the enthusiasm of a thieving rodent. “That’s revolting,” I complained. “No it isn’t. No one touched them. They’re in their own little pouches.” He cracked a shell in two with his fingers and offered its contents to me. I shook my head. There was no point in encouraging his boorishness. He popped the spurned nut into his mouth. “I know what your problem is.”
January 9, 2026 at 3:06 PM
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If Soryl and Win weren't always traveling I would probably have no use for this word. #WIPSnips #WIP #AmWriting #WritingPrompts #Writers #Writing #WritingCommunity #WriteSky #FantasySky #DarkFantasy #Necromancy
The night creatures didn’t seem to remember the strange surge of magic that had silenced them just hours before, and even the horses had calmed. One of them was tugging at the tough leaves of an understory bush, its teeth grinding so enthusiastically on the spoils that I could hear every mastication through the canvas walls of our tent.
January 8, 2026 at 12:50 PM
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Soryl is standing on top of the bar, watching a fight. #WIPSnips #WIP #AmWriting #WritingPrompts #Writers #Writing #WritingCommunity #WriteSky #FantasySky #DarkFantasy #Necromancy
They circled each other like a couple of roosters, the short one with his fists up and his eyes locked on his opponent, the blond with blood in one eye and his fists already swinging. As their dance of male supremacy brought the shorter one into a bar-facing position, he glanced up at me and winked.
January 7, 2026 at 3:45 PM
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This is how I leaned that my characters talk to each other in "low voices" an lot. Here's one that is not "said in a low voice" from Losing You Backward. #WIPSnips #WIP #AmWriting #WritingPrompts #Writers #Writing #WritingCommunity #WriteSky #GasLamp #TimeTravel
She was so lost in her ruminations that she almost didn’t notice Willem, hovering outside the gaol with a pleased expression on his face. Fion slowed down just long enough to make eye contact, then silently scolded herself for accidentally making him believe he cared about her opinion. “I told you he was a person of low character,” he said, falling into step beside her.
January 6, 2026 at 4:21 PM
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I use this word a lot less frequently than I thought I did! This snip is from my older MS "Miraculous Horrors." Riven is giving Jey a chance to not look like an asshole and he isn't taking it. #WIPSnips #WIP #AmWriting #WritingPrompts #Writers #Writing #WritingCommunity #WriteSky #SciFi #SpecFic
“We grew up together,” she said again, “So I won’t be cagey with you, Jey. I know you’re working on the king’s tech. I know Dainn was your project. And although I also know you must be aware of how … ethically problematic ... it was to create him, I will give you the benefit of the doubt. Surely you didn’t do it because you were somehow able to circumvent your own moral compass. You did it because the king told you to.” “I did it because it was fascinating,” Jey said.
January 5, 2026 at 2:48 PM
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One of the many reasons why Fion has chosen to be a spinster. #WriteSky #WIPSnips #WIP #AmWriting #WritingPrompts #Writers #Writing #WritingCommunity #Fantasy #GasLamp #TimeTravel
Fion’s mother toiled for a man who never once smiled or said “thank you.” She would always say it was enough that her children loved her, but Fion saw the way she looked at her husband when she thought no one was watching. That was how Fion learned it was possible to grieve for someone who was still alive, still sharing your home.
January 4, 2026 at 4:14 PM
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I haven't posted one from Opus Eternal in a while! #WriteSky #WIPSnips #WIP #AmWriting #WritingPrompts #Writers #Writing #WritingCommunity #Fae #Fantasy #Romantasy
“Why are you so mad?” Mom says. She wraps her hands around her coffee mug and regards me coolly, the way a nurse might regard a hysterical mental patient she’s about to inject with Thorazine. “Go get a cup of coffee and come back when you’ve calmed down.” It’s like she’s trying to piss me off. “Oh my god, Mom. Don’t tell me to calm down. I’m not a child.” “If you were, I would have told you to get a cup of hot chocolate,” she grumbles. “Coffee isn’t for children.” Now her friends look amused, which pisses me off even more.
January 3, 2026 at 4:07 PM
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My only option from current WIPs is a snip I used 14 days ago, so here's one from "Felicity, Sometimes," a very, very old WIP. In this snip, Felicity is pondering photos of the man who supposedly is her dad. #WIPSnips #WIP #AmWriting #WritingPrompts #Writers #Writing #WritingCommunity #WriteSky
That photo is burned into my head like a brand on some poor mustang’s butt, and I’m actually pretty sure Mom got it from Pete’s photo ID badge at the bank where they’d both worked. It looked just like you might expect a photo ID badge to look: poorly lit and insincere. Pete was dressed in a suit and tie and was smiling a big “you can trust me, I’m a banker” kind of a smile. Another photo Mom had on the wall, framed in yard-sale brown and enlarged beyond its optimal resolution looked like it had been cropped out of a group photo. Pete had a big poinsettia on his lapel and was very obviously drunk. Holiday party.
January 2, 2026 at 3:15 PM
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D1. At first, Eddie Fletcher thought he was on the wrong end of a wind up, even though MI5 wasn't the sort of organisation prone to pranks. It didn't take long to realise time travel definitely wasn't a joking matter.

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January 1, 2026 at 12:12 PM