#writing #wip #scifi
"Two young women step out, gorgeous in a smeared cloud of light, their hair trailing behind them in streaks of molten amber. They smell like a meadow of exotic flowers under an alien sun.
They disappear in the car park like twin green serpents without looking at him. "

Writing a scifi book while blasting Oneohtrix Point Never on the headphones.

Any #literaryagent looking for a #grimdark #darkfantasy story in the vein of Joe #Abercrombie ? I have one set in Fantasy/Historical Bristol, England, during the Black Plague. And it's great!
#fantasywriting

"Without saying a word, they carried him through what was a graveyard in the shadow of a quiet church, pools of darkness spreading while the sun sank over the uncertain horizon.. The bitter cold felt like a gift after the sick wetness of the hole. " #writing #darkfantasy