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Suliya is querying @suliya.bsky.social · Apr 5
Dead animals cried in the streets of Katunga, capital city of Kayar empire.

Tadese (my older sister), and I snuck out of the Afin, palace of the Lafin. We followed the sounds until we arrived at the justice quarters at Oja’ba, the Lafin’s market.

#1stLinePit #YA #A #F #C
Fantasy, AgentsGuide
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milosometimes.bsky.social
"I was the last one on the bus. My brown leather suitcase knocked against my knees as it swayed from the bus’ movements. I could have put it in the compartment overhead, but I didn’t trust that the other passengers wouldn’t take it accidentally."

#1stLinePit #WIP #A #H
A moodboard of 6 different pictures. A boat sailing with seagulls around it. A hand reaching up from the ocean. A porthole looking out to the sea. Deep underwater, squids are swarming around whale bones. The inside of a fishing shack. Ropes and nets hang from the walls. Evening at an old wharf. The dock is wooden, and looks worn down. In the middle of the pictures is a ripped piece of paper with words on it. It reads: "From the Sea Fret"
April 5, 2025 at 1:40 PM
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sanchezmm.bsky.social
FOURTH WING x SCORPIO RACES
"I wince at the searing path it trails down my throat, but when the alcohol forces the knots in my neck to loosen, the restless thing inside me finally stops hammering against my mental walls."
#1stlinepit #ya #romantasy #wip #agented
April 5, 2025 at 1:41 PM
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courtneywrites.bsky.social
“I’m not a good person anymore.”

#1stLinePit #A #P #T #OS (very soon!)
An Editor's Guide To RIGHT WHERE YOU LEFT ME 80k Word Thriller Agent: Najla Mamou PITCH When Sophie is brutally dumped, she begins dreaming of a life in the 1950s and hearing an unfamiliar voice in her head prodding her to seek revenge. As terrible accidents begin to befall those closest to her, she can't help but wonder: Is she possessed or just pissed? From the time I was a child, I was taught to be agreeable. Kind. Quiet. Showing emotions other than gratitude or cheerfulness was frowned upon. It was as if the adults knew that if little girls tapped into the frustration, the seething anger, the screaming resentment burrowing deep in our little chests before we could even articulate the injustices, the leering eyes, the condescension, and the double-standards feeding the flames, we would become too powerful. So instead, they shamed us for our outbursts. Told us we were out of control. Hysterical. Crazy. Weak. In return, we learned to control our fires, even as the men around us punched walls and screamed, exerting their emotions like powerful weapons to wield. But those sparks in our chests were never fully extinguished, and for some of us, they were left smouldering unattended while dangerous, mischievous kindling, carelessly strewn about, smiled as it caught flame. EXCERPT COMPS right where you left me - bonus track Taylor Swift ＜ trapped in the feelings of a relationship that has ended LISA JEWELL A NOVEL NONE OF THIS IS TRUE unrellable narrator truth-bending NOVEL PAND THEN FELLN ALIGIA ELLIOTT supernatural haureng descent into madness
April 5, 2025 at 1:43 PM
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aymaneckford.bsky.social
#1stlinepit #T #S #C
It’s tricky to write your autobiography when you are eighteen, in a language that is not your native one, but when they find out what I’ve done, I won't have another chance to tell my story.
Maybe I’m a monster, but so are my victims.

DEXTER & KITE RUNNER
Mood
April 5, 2025 at 1:47 PM
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nethermagic.bsky.social
"The library rumbles in the aftermath of an explosion; it’s the third one this week. I know better than to worry about another student struggling to learn that the incantation leuk may set something alight instead of producing a light." —Bleeding Stars
#RF #A #Q #1stLinePit
April 5, 2025 at 1:54 PM
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ftzahra.bsky.social
Once upon a time, Safa’s mother warned her away from the forest with stories of jinn that kidnap wandering children, bears that crush the skulls of careless hikers, snowstorms that ravage the mountains without leaving any survivors.

#1stlinepit #YA #SPEC #F
April 5, 2025 at 2:00 PM
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oatesam.bsky.social
The Fork in the Road:
"I've lost Bette’s scent.
I close my eyes to focus and adapt. My nose itches as it flattens, tan fur growing over the skin and scratching my browbone. It’s dark and the street’s quiet; no one will see the change. "
#1stLinePit #WIP #A #F #UF #writingcommunity
Moodboard for The Fork in the Road novel in progress, featuring the Appalachian mountains with birds flying over them on one side, and an open book, cozy blanked, and cup of hot cocoa with a spoon in it on the other. In the middle are graphics of a black feather and white magnolia flowers. The title appears on the left side, followed by the pitch: "Someone's kidnapping supernatural beings. Diane Brooks, human and owner of 'The Fork in the Road,' a magical coffee shop and bar, may be the only one who can save them. Trope Map for The Fork in the Road, a novel in progress. Three images are stacked left to right - a coffee shop counter, a woman with a dark background in red light, and a burning forest. The title "Tropes" sits over the middle image, followed by a list of bullet point tropes: Multi-POV, Women's Rights & Women's Wrongs, Supernatural Kitchen Sink, Mostly queer cast, Mythology in present day, Sentient bar & coffee shop, Enemies to ??? A first page snippet from "The Fork in the Road," a novel in progress. Feathers are lined on the left side of the image, leading to a blue feather at the bottom. A blue text box sits in the middle, featuring text from the first page: I've lost Bette’s scent. I close my eyes to focus and adapt. My nose itches as it flattens, tan fur growing over the skin and scratching my browbone. It’s dark and the street’s quiet; no one will see the change. The smell of the city sharpens. Damp earth, muddy grass, and crowded bodies linger in the air. But I still can’t smell her. I twitch my nose and restore it to human form. The storm that flooded the Appalachian foothills, causing mud slides and chasing me to her mother’s house didn’t cover Bette’s scent. That only happened recently. Her kidnappers are sidhe, the type to steal a child for their own amusement. The rowan berries smashed on the lawn and the tang of lake reeds proved that. They led her through rivers and on trains to disguise their route, but Bette left clues, marking trees, posts, or whatever else she could find with a spot of blood. She must have bitten at a nail or the corner of her mouth to manage it. That made it easier to follow their trail, despite being weeks behind. Until I reached Chicago.
April 5, 2025 at 2:00 PM
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rosie-j-potter.bsky.social
Welcome to Tinsley Falls. Population: 5,608.

Well, 5,609 now. Adelaide sighed as she drove past the wooden sign carved with the town’s iconic waterfall.

Goodbye, life of exhilaration. Hello, boredom.

#1stLinePit #OS #R #editors #onsub #onsubmission
Cozy hallmark vibes meets sabotage and suspense The week before Christmas, failed restaurateur Adelaide returns to her small hometown fleeing her failures. She craves solitude and anonymity, but she’s quickly thrust to the forefront of rescuing the town’s Christmas feast. To make matters worse, her secret college fling rolls into town putting her heart on thin ice. But her heart isn’t the only thing in trouble when an unknown grinch starts tampering with the festival prep. As the attacks become more personal, Adelaide fears that she’s the real target. With a bull’s-eye on her back, Adelaide must do everything she can to stop this grinch and save not only Christmas, but herself and the man she’s desperate not to lose again. blue background with snowy trees and border. Illustrated man in dress slacks a button up and a tie and a woman in a fancy executive chef's jacket and pants in the center. Text: Jace, age 34, best friends brother, it’s always been you, they’re both in distress, secret college fling, surprise hometown reunion Adelaide, age 36, second chances, she’s older (but not by much), temporary roommates, childhood friends to lovers, hardworking millennials, turkey gate. On Sub now
April 5, 2025 at 2:02 PM
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hannita939.bsky.social
A twenty-gold bill, a parchment with a name on it, and a condom. That's what a half-smile has done for me tonight.

#1stLinePit #amquerying my adult fantasy #agentguide
April 5, 2025 at 2:04 PM
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jaysonmbradshaw.bsky.social
"Syradessa's blade whined in the dark, a lone hiss of steel made to measure as she drew it from its sheath, then eased a step over the flagstones."
#1stLinePit #Q #F #CMe
jaysonmbradshaw.bsky.social Jayson Milton Bradshaw is QUERYING ADULT FANTASY @jaysonmbradshaw.bsky.social · Mar 26
Come #litagents one and all, I'm accepting interest in my adult fantasy novel ALL THAT FAVORS THE STAG, complete at 85k-words with series potential!
April 5, 2025 at 2:04 PM
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carosas.bsky.social
LATIN!A STUDY IN DROWNING meets SHARP OBJECTS

"At the crest of the hill, the town’s cemetery lay in the shadow of a stone-carved God, its vacant eyes staring into the mist. And Nora could see the academy from up there."

#1stLinePit #WIP #YA #F
April 5, 2025 at 2:06 PM
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cpearsonwrites.bsky.social
A SONG TO DROWN RIVERS X WHEN THE MOON HATCHED

There are three rules for provoking a Galah: never look into its hollow eyes, never speak your true name, and never, under any circumstances, let go.

Fantasy retelling of SEA folklore
⚔️ So. Much. Yearning
⚔️Forbidden Love
#Q #NA #YA #F #RF #1stLinePit
April 5, 2025 at 2:08 PM
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marlynnofmany.bsky.social
Of all the things I expected to find under a hedge on an alien world, a rabbit didn’t even make the list.

A SWIFT KICK TO THE THORAX

#1stLinePit #A #SF #SP

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marlynnofmany.bsky.social Mara Lynn Johnstone @marlynnofmany.bsky.social · Dec 20
“When space poachers release Earth animals on an alien world, threatening a fragile new alliance, they anger the wrong people. A veterinarian, an accountant, and a furious sign-language-fluent gorilla are coming for them.”
The cover of the sci-fi book “A Swift Kick to the Thorax,” featuring a veterinarian’s prescription pad floating in space with a chunk bitten out of it. The title sits in the prescription area as if a swift kick is what’s being prescribed.
April 5, 2025 at 2:11 PM
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rebleighauthor.bsky.social
“The world is not kind to wanderers, Alexandria thought as she lay in her tomb.”

#1stLinePit #Q #YA #HF
April 5, 2025 at 2:13 PM
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kdlohr.bsky.social
"The second sun crested the sky, and the forest smelled of death.

There was a saying, in the mountains, that to walk carelessly through the woods was like attending a funeral; the acrid scent overwhelms, but wild flowers offer their condolences."

#1stLinePit #SF #WIP #YA #CMe
April 5, 2025 at 2:14 PM
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bernawrites.bsky.social
“Welcome to Sage Against The Machine, how can I hex you today?” a blonde woman with the most dazzling smile welcomed me as I strolled into my own property and my best friend’s old bookshop which, apparently, had become a witch’s den while I had been gone
#1stLinePit #conwitchwip
April 5, 2025 at 2:15 PM
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amariewrites.bsky.social
Natasha’s laughter interrupts my words before I even finish the story. “He did what?”
I roll my eyes and wait for her to catch her breath before continuing.
“He brought his mother to the date,” I say, sipping from my polka-dotted coffee cup.

#1stLinePit #OS #A #CON #R
April 5, 2025 at 2:15 PM
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leahbauerwrites.bsky.social
Dead leaves break beneath her boots like brittle bones. They cover the forest floor, every branch above them bare save for the evergreens. No matter when she is summoned, those eternal fir trees remain unchanged.

#1stLinePit #WIP #A #F #R #LGBT #CMe
a background image of gothic stonework and the title Every Demon Has Three Names. Log line: one to bind them, one to release them, and the one they choose for themselves. Adult Fantasy Romance. A collage of images: candles glowing in glass jars, the words "every demon has three names", light streaming in through church windows and arches, dozens of open books, a human skull, dead leaves, rope, thorny branches, a person behind a sheer curtain backlit by the sun. An opening excerpt from Every Demon Has Three Names: Dead leaves break beneath her boots like brittle bones. They cover the forest floor, every branch above them bare save for the evergreens. No matter when she is summoned, those eternal fir trees remain unchanged. Steadfast or stubborn? And between the two of them, the spruces and her, who will return to the earth first? For everything one day must rot. Thankfully. She continues to the edge of the woods and stops before the church entrance, glancing up at the round stained-glass window and its depiction of The Righteous beheading The Abomination. Her eyes catch on the scarlet drops of blood that cling to the blade; the triumphant grin on the man’s face as he holds the severed head aloft; the forlorn stare of green eyes empty of life. With a muttered curse, she tears her gaze away and shoves the door open—it hits the stone wall with a satisfying thud. She may be bound, but she will not come meekly, a pet heeling for table scraps. The human waits for her at the altar. What demand will they make? Will they tremble and struggle to say her name, or will they toss it out carelessly, as if it were theirs to do with as they please? The first are right to fear her and the second are fools. With measured steps, she stalks down the carpeted nave, as if she has all the time in the world, as if her feet don’t burn with each pause between strides. She can’t ignore a summoning, but she damn well can make them wait for it.
April 5, 2025 at 2:15 PM
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dgracewrites.bsky.social
“Clustered in the chest of Kit Clearwood, there lived a beast.”

Howl’s Moving Castle meets Brave in a steampunk setting. 💕

#1stLinePit #WIP #YA #F
April 5, 2025 at 1:11 PM
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authorkeirafjacobs.bsky.social
A GOOD GIRL'S GUIDE TO MURDER x OUTER BANKS

"The dew covering my shivering body and the stench of wet dirt is enough to tell me I'm alive. My arm is numb and pinned beneath my limp body. I'm shaking, but something warm is pressed against my side."

#1stLinePit #ya #mystery #Q #querying
April 5, 2025 at 1:12 PM
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nogayourbroga.bsky.social
"Dear Miss Schechter, the letter started, and already my blood pressure began to climb."

#1stLinePit #Q #T #HF
An agent's guide to The Telford Liar: a historical thriller by Noga Khen. This and subsequent slides have dark gray backgrounds with blocky white font. On this slide is a black and white photo of a drowning woman in a white nightgown. The pitch for The Telford Liar: It's 1945, and straight-A student Daniela Schechter should be a shoo-in for any university of her choosing. After her third rejection letter, however, Dani worries that the elite schools she dreams of attending refuse to sully their hands with yet another Jewish student. Fueled by wartime rage and desperation for a top-tier education, she concocts a plan to sneak in under false pretenses. Dani crafts the identity of "Danielle Sheffield," the well-bred daughter of a recently deceased old money couple. With her newfound socialite status, she scores an interview, then enthusiastic acceptance, with Bonham College, an elite little ivy located in the small town of Telford, Pennsylvania. The true challenge begins the second Dani steps into Bonham's hallowed halls. Her nosy classmates clamor to hear everything about her tragic life—her studies abroad, her club pursuits, her tragic orphaning. When the web of lies she recklessly spins tangles into gaping contradictions waiting to be discovered, her methods of silencing critics only add arson and murder to the grand list of felonies mucking up her rap sheet. As her friends grow more suspicious and her rivals more aggressive, Dani must find a way to cover up her crimes, lest she risk not only expulsion—but the electric chair. Comps for The Telford Liar: Blood Over Bright Haven by M.L. Wang, Babel by R.F. Kuang, My Sister the Serial Killer by Oyinkan Braithwaite, Reader I Murdered Him by Betsy Cornwell, Wrath Becomes Her by Aden Polydoros, and Inglourious Basterds. At the top is the tagline: "Historical. Jewish. Vigilante. Killer." A snippet from The Telford Liar. At the top is a grayscale photo of a burning building, and below that is the tagline, "Where studies meets sinister." The snippet itself reads: I planted my foot firmly on his stomach, pushing another howl out of him, and looked at him. Looked down at him. Tilted my chin up and leveled my gaze, forcing him to look up at me. The heat of the rapidly-spreading fire tickled my bare back. “My people,” I said, weighing each word before dropping it like a stone at his face, “have faced two thousand years of slaughter and subjugation.” With a tut, I cocked my head, shrugging my shoulders in false pity and bringing my right arm up again. “Your turn.”
April 5, 2025 at 1:15 PM
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catladylovesbooks.bsky.social
I was trained to be a monster in battle and a lady in court. When blades locked, a frenzy overtook me, and I became what people feared—the Viper.

👑 Court politics
🗡️ A dagger wielding princess
🤔 Witty banter
🌶️ A playboy prince
🐦‍⬛ Dangerous cult uprisings
🛑NO TURNING BACK

#1stLinePit #Q #F #RF #YA
April 5, 2025 at 1:18 PM