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Debut YA Fantasy/Dystopia BLACKBLOOD out now!!
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"A Riveting Story of Redemption" -Kirkus Reviews
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Kree Sullivan @kreesullivan.bsky.social · Apr 1
Seeking adventure? Mayhem? A place to hide your illegal magic supplies? Join the BLACKBLOOD today! We have magic, we have lesbians, we have enbies stowing away in our cargo while on the run! Available today! Need more convincing? Here are a few unhinged AO3 tags to describe us #chaospit #p #ya #f
Text reads: Armina: sit she's my emotional support anxious lesbian; It IS a gun in my pocket and no I'm not pleased to see you; she's like "oh shit now I have to protect them all" Text reads: Canto. Be Emo Do Crimes; Therapy? No sir in this house we do revenge; honey your poor little meow meow is committing murder Text reads: Renn. Artistic liberties on how stabbing works; he's a feral little nerd; this isn't flirting this is technically breaking and entering Text reads: the inherent eroticism of uhhh. Class difference and how it pertains to violence; sorry 4 the various depictions of grief do you still think I'm hot; can be read as platonic but I'll judge you if you do; this radiates touch-starved gay energy; oh my god there was only one truck; check engine light as an extended .etaphor, by a girl who doesn't drive
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Join me for the Enchanted Wizard's Book Faire!
The Mulberry at Old Trade Farm
13368 Alanthus Rd, Brandy Station, VA

December 13th, 2025, 8AM-3PM

This is a free, family-friendly event celebrating stories, imagination, and creativity #booksky #bookevents #indiebooks #indieauthors
Image includes the cover of the novel Blackblood by Kree Sullivan and the author's photo. Text reads: Join me at Enchanyed Wizard's Book Faire Dec. 13. 8:00AM-3:00PM
November 13, 2025 at 5:34 PM
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The evening before the tier unlocks BTW 😭
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November 11, 2025 at 5:03 AM
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Treating myself to some early birthday commissions, starting with these gorgeous headshots of the Blackblood crew by @denebrye.bsky.social ! I absolutely adore them and will be turning them into stickers for upcoming events!

#commission #characterart #bookstagram #indiebooks #queerbooks
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November 11, 2025 at 4:55 AM
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Guess who's....going to....FanFest 2026.....🥹🥹🥹🥹🥹🥹
November 11, 2025 at 1:34 AM
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OPEN!

Approximately 4 slots (less ore more depending on size of requests).

Turnaround should be before December 20th if all goes well.

Please read info :)
November 9, 2025 at 11:05 AM
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If you read Blackblood, I'd love if you could drop a review! Not only does it make my day, it lends my book legitimacy in the eyes of potential readers! I think two more ratings and one review by 2026 is super doable! let's make this happen 🥰

#booksky #bookrecommendations #queerbooks #indiebooks
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November 9, 2025 at 11:42 PM
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f you read Blackblood and loved it, please consider nominating it for the Indie Ink Awards.

This is an easy way to support me! Just go to my book's page (indiestorygeek.com/story/9933) and click the nominate button.

#indieinkawards #booksky #indiebooks #bookrecommendations #bookawards
November 3, 2025 at 2:20 AM
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f you read Blackblood and loved it, please consider nominating it for the Indie Ink Awards.

This is an easy way to support me! Just go to my book's page (indiestorygeek.com/story/9933) and click the nominate button.

#indieinkawards #booksky #indiebooks #bookrecommendations #bookawards
November 3, 2025 at 2:20 AM
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Happy Halloween! #booksky #bookrecommendations #booksale
An image of a horse skull faded in smoke and stars. Text reads: The beasts head and hooves and trunk explode from the page in a graceful arc. It lands silently, tossing its exposed skull as it rears onto its hind legs. The stars that comprise the cosmos of its body gleam and flash as it lowers its head and charges. *** "She's the goddess of death," Armina says. Happy Halloween from the Crew of the Blackblood An image of the covet of Blackblood by Kree Sullivan. Text reads: Last day. Kindle e-book $1.99
October 31, 2025 at 4:15 PM
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#booksky #readingcommunity #readsky #bookrecommendations #indiebooks #queerbooks
October 3, 2025 at 9:16 PM
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The cats have good taste. You all really should be reading Blackblood; it’s a fun ride. #booksky
kreesullivan.bsky.social Kree Sullivan @kreesullivan.bsky.social · Oct 2
You should read their favorite book, imo
#booksky #readingcommunity
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October 14, 2025 at 3:47 AM
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My wife got me a sword for our anniversary 👀
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October 11, 2025 at 8:12 PM
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ribombee again 💚

first one is for practice, second one is for luck :)
October 6, 2025 at 12:10 AM
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Come hang out if you're in the area! #fredericksburgva #booksky #readsky #bookevent
October 4, 2025 at 11:22 AM
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#booksky #readingcommunity #readsky #bookrecommendations #indiebooks #queerbooks
October 3, 2025 at 9:16 PM
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You should read their favorite book, imo
#booksky #readingcommunity
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October 2, 2025 at 7:33 PM
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Image of authors Kree Sullivan and Kate Hyers with their books Blackblood and The Courtesan's Eye, respectively. Text reads: Join Us at Frightreads. Kree Sullivan, author of BLACKBLOOD and Kate Hyers, co-auyhor if The Courtesan's Eye. Howard County Fairgrounds Spetember 13 --- 11AM-6PM Septemver 14 --- 12PM-6PM
September 13, 2025 at 2:31 AM
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TOMORROW!!! #Booksky #bookevents #frightreads #spookyseason
kreesullivan.bsky.social Kree Sullivan @kreesullivan.bsky.social · Aug 17
Come join me and author @hyerssmith.com at Frightreads Horror Festival! #booksky #indieauthors #bookevenrs
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September 12, 2025 at 2:44 PM
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Blackblood is an action/adventure! Think a pirate story but in a desert on a semi-truck instead of the ocean 🚚🏜 #booksky #readsky #fantasybooks #bookrecommendations 📚💙
September 2, 2025 at 9:19 PM
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FINALLY CLEARED BWUTE ABWOMINATWOR 🐈🐈‍⬛️😻 #ffxiv
A screenshot from. FINAL fantasy XIV of a defeated monster. The text reads: the match is decoded! Victory goes to the challenger!
August 19, 2025 at 5:05 AM
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Come join me and author @hyerssmith.com at Frightreads Horror Festival! #booksky #indieauthors #bookevenrs
Image of authors Kree Sullivan and Kate Hyers. Text reads: Join Us at Frightreads. Kree Sullivan, author of BLACKBLOOD and Kate Hyers, co-author of The Courtesan's Eye Howard Country Fairgrounds. September 13---11AM-6PM, September 14---12PM-6PM
August 17, 2025 at 6:42 PM
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Hey Bluesky! As a thank you for reaching 200 Tiktok followers, I'm hosting a Blackblood giveaway! Head over to my Tiktok to enter! #booksky #queerbooks #giveaway
An image of the cover of the novel Blackblood by Kree Sullivan. Text reads: I'm running a Blackblood Giveaway over on Tiktok! Link in my bio, head there for details on how to enter!
August 17, 2025 at 6:02 PM
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Going on vacation and dealing with the age old question of how many books I should pack 🤔
August 4, 2025 at 6:47 PM
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Hey Bluesky! Read the first chapter of my debut novel, Blackblood, here! 🖤 📚💙 #booksky #readsky #readingcommunity #yabooks #queerbooks
ARMINA The Rabbit’s Day festivities haven’t wound down an inch despite the fact it’s hotter than a cook pan under the desert sun. Noisy children rush past where Valaina and I parked the semi half up on the curb, and I jam a finger in the ear not pressed against the pay phone’s receiver so I can hear the voice on the other end. “I ain’t entering Wallton for shit,” the man says. He has a squawk like an old fox, the kind that got half its voice box ripped out in a game of chicken with a coyote. “The artifact’s not worth the traffic.” I flip my messy ponytail over my shoulder and scowl despite the fact that the man can’t see it. I hope he feels it as I respond, “So you’d rather us brave the traffic and drive . . . where, exactly? Last I checked, the Blackblood was doing you a favor.” “I’m less than fifty miles from the city, outside the Wrendrop Community. There’s a rest station with a tavern called The Skeletal Mare. Can’t miss it—’s got a horse skull dangling out front.” I run a hand over my face, wiping away my irritation along with the noontime sweat. “Fine. Today, evening, Skeletal Mare outside of Wrendrop.” The man hangs up without a goodbye. As I return the phone to its cradle, something warm slaps into my free hand. A greasy square of waxed paper full of twisted cinnamon bread heats my palm almost unbearably, and I wince as molten sugar drips onto the base of my thumb. Valaina stands above me, her own hunk of bread hanging out her mouth, her sunglasses shielding her brown eyes from the sun. She looks pretty today, with her sugar-stained mouth and the wind tugging at her curly black hair. If the sight of her didn’t make me want to start a fight for no reason, I might even feel inclined to kiss her. Rabbit’s Day is for romance, after all, and we used to be— “Any luck?” She leans against our semitruck’s scrubbed-metal side. My truck. The Blackblood. Averard’s truck. “Depends on what you define as luck.” I rip a chunk out of the bread. It hurts my teeth how sweet it is, but I haven’t eaten since yesterday morning, so any food’s a welcome comfort. “Do we have an offer? Yes. Do I know if it’s of any merit?” I shrug and crumple the waxed paper between my fingers. “The man seemed ready enough to be rid of his artifact, so I think we’ll get a good price.” Valaina raises her eyebrows and tilts her head so I can see her eyes beneath her sunglasses. Can’t say I blame her for any skepticism. The pair of us’ve been an awful mess since Averard died. He was the captain of our little three-man brigade, our “pirate ship without an ocean”, as he’d call it. When he went and got himself murdered, he left us with nothing more than the truck, a battered pistol, and an old black coat. Valaina kept the pistol, and I kept the coat, and neither of us talk about how we picked them off his corpse before we ran. Keepsakes of a dead man are not instructions, and they’re certainly not a business plan. They won’t put food in our stomachs or keep the Huntsmen away. Smuggling magical artifacts is dangerous enough if you know what you’re doing, but despite me turning nineteen at the beginning of this year and Valaina being two years older, Averard always insisted we were too young to help him yet with the more particular aspects of the job. Val and I know the trade; we know how to sell. But acquisitions? Not under our purview. I tug open the Blackblood’s door, reaching high up its frame to pull myself inside. Valaina watches me struggle before stepping around the truck’s low-bellied trailer and throwing open the passenger-side door. She hops inside and wipes her sticky hands on her pants, then lifts her long legs and tucks them between the dashboard and the windshield. “Guess your seller’s not meeting us in Wallton,” she says. I snort in response and start the engine. It rumbles to life beneath us—not anything that’d be mistaken for a purr like some of those fancy new flatbeds, or even the hum of a family’s personal car. The Blackblood sounds like a call to adventure. Like the rush of power through veins. “I get it, to be honest,” Valaina continues as I ease off the curb with a faint thu-thump. Families scatter as the Blackblood mounts the street. “Don’t know how anyone can stand to live this close to the Tidal Wall.” I peer out my side mirrors at the object in question. I wouldn’t say that Wallton’s built close to the Wall, but the black stone expanse rises hazy like a mountain across the whole horizon. It’s a barricade of sorts, one that divides our Arachnida Federation from the country of Tempestor. Far as I know, it was erected not twenty years back, when the Huntsmen attempted a hostile takeover of Tempestor. When their coup failed, Tempestor built that wall to keep the rest of us out. The Huntsmen trying to take Tempestor was peak foolishness, even though it must’ve made sense to their blood-addled minds. Tempestor’s a country of mages. Run by ’em. Can’t imagine any Huntsman’d stand to see such a place exist unopposed. The Arachnida Federation doesn’t have anything like a central government—too many little towns with too much space between them, connected by nothing but sand and sky—so the Huntsmen Order’s the closest thing we’ve got to an authority. Ostensibly, they uphold any laws agreed upon between settlements and keep the desert roads safe. But the truth is, the Huntsmen exist primarily to hunt what few free mages are left. Your average person tends to get shot if they approach too close to the Tidal Wall. Huntsmen tend to disappear without more than a bloodstain on the desert sand. Val and I came out to Wallton after Averard died, hoping it might prove a good place to lie low a while, take stock of what artifacts we’ve got in the trailer, and figure out a gameplan to keep business moving. But we can’t stay here forever. There’s too big a risk of getting comfortable. I cleave my attention to the road, trying not to get stray kids or dogs stuck under my front wheels. Red and pink streamers twist from the telephone wires above, and the clickity-clack of rabbit skulls sounds from strings on every brightly colored food stall. I stop for a parade of pedestrians tied together with a golden streamer around their waists, but as I rest my hand on my chin, my eyes meet those of a man across the crowd. Black eyes. Pitch black. He watches me with bored disdain, and I try not to sink in my seat. Huntsmen aren’t supposed to show their faces all the way out in Wallton. Have they forgotten how to fear the Tidal Wall? Or are they preparing for something? Valaina doesn’t notice him. Instead, she rummages in the space between her seat and her door, extracting a beat-up, dog-eared romance novel. She draws Averard’s pistol from her belt and deposits it on the seat between us, a more solid barrier than the Tidal Wall ever was. Been a month since Averard died, and near as long since Valaina and I’ve talked about anything other than business. I’m trying to navigate what it means to be captain of an enterprise I was never taught to lead, what it means to have lost the only parental figure I’ve ever known. I don’t have time to figure out what it means to be someone’s ex-girlfriend. “Huntsmen must be bored.” I nod toward the man as he slips past our window. “Not enough free mages left for them to hunt. Valaina returns to her book with little more than a glance at the Huntsman. Her shoulders shift as she tugs her long-sleeve shirt a little closer at the throat. “Dunno,” she says. “Still plenty out there.” We overcome the pedestrian traffic an…
July 31, 2025 at 7:47 PM
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howlingggg @ ‘no spice’

Mr Darcy just put his hand on his chest and BLINKED. He is ASKANCE!
Excuse me random person on Fable this book was written in 1813, what exactly were you expecting??
July 20, 2025 at 7:21 PM