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November 9, 2025 at 8:03 AM
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Epic fantasy saga has a new book coming November 27 👇✨📚 #EpicFantasy #Fantasy #BookSky #NewRelease
pangeanchronicles.bsky.social JP MacDougall @pangeanchronicles.bsky.social · 3d
"Pangea was once peaceful, but now the shadows are gathering."
Begin your journey to Pangea today. Read The Shadows of Pangea.
Book 3, Sceptres is out Thursday 27th November 2025

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November 8, 2025 at 7:07 AM
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3 reasons to read The Chrysillium Tree:

🌌 Celestial trees + fading magic
💫 Lyrical, character-driven storytelling
🗡️ A kingdom on the brink of collapse

Book 2, Star of Shalik, arrives Jan 2026 —
start the journey now. 🌿
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November 7, 2025 at 5:21 PM
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My spotlight for #FangsOfTheFrost by @dhwillison.bsky.social is up on the blog. Go check it out! #TalesOfArvia #fantasy #humor #romance #epicfantasy #mythology #Booksky 📚💙
Spotlight ~ Arvia: Fangs of the Frost by D.H. Willison
Being sent on a quest to save an entire city and granted the city’s full resources is a grand honor. Unless that city is Xin, with no resou...
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November 7, 2025 at 7:54 PM
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November 5, 2025 at 10:35 AM
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The Book of Alice: Red Queen, Yellow King

Coming soon from Jack Finn & Edge Weaver Books

December 2025

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November 6, 2025 at 1:32 PM
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Knight of the crimson dawn grace meets fury 🌙⚔️

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November 5, 2025 at 9:53 PM
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Marvellous Michael Anson, Stew Hotson, Anna Smith Spark and WP Wiles in conversation with Alexandra Beaumont.

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November 10, 2025 at 1:06 PM
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A modern and thrilling fantasy! In the volcan council we follow the story of a boy working to find that out! amazon.com/dp/B0FPR3SHBP/ #FantasyBook #sciencefiction #EpicFantasy #bookstagram #BookTok #literature #fiction
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November 11, 2025 at 9:57 AM
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If you've been waiting for the right time to jump into The Eidyn Saga, now's your moment! The Lost War is just 99p all through November on Amazon. It's a #Scottish #EpicFantasy #mystery #conspiracy #thriller found family road trip with a #DnD vibe and a twist. Go, go, go! #FantasyBooks
On a green background, the words "99p in November, Amazon UK Monthly Deal" appear alongside the cover of The Lost War by Justin Lee Anderson
November 5, 2025 at 9:57 PM
esmeraysultan.bsky.social
You asked for a high fantasy with a romantic subplot, and you got it!

ARC readers are needed for book 2!

🎨Art is by Marli Kusaku.🎨

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November 5, 2025 at 11:19 PM
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In the WIP sequel to Demon’s Bargain, Waking the Saints, Eis-Queen Lualih grants a foreign ambassador an informal audience.
“I grant you one minute of my time,” Lualih said. “If you can keep up.” “Your saints blessed you with generosity, m’am.” Quimmik tried to join her side, but her Blue, Master Ragin, moved between them. “Only a minute,” muttered Quimmik, catching up. “I seek a bride for Chief Bear in exchange for an alliance with our tribe.” “Splendid! I trust you will secure the border on your way out of Huxen territory.” “We are also concerned about the Cat tribe’s movements on your border, but the Bear cannot fight them alone, not within the terms of our treaty.” “Your Northman tribes fight each other all the time. Let both sides weaken before they turn again to Huxen.”
November 7, 2025 at 1:29 PM
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#WIPSnips #WritingCommunity #amquerying #writesky #epicfantasy 💙📚 🪐📚

A Demon’s Bargain: fight with soul-destroying magic or lose her family, her beloved, and her life.

Opposites thrown together: a gentry refugee pulled from the river by a rough sell-sword with a poet’s heart.
His smooth cheek passed close as he reclaimed his small throwing knife. A mineral scent of polish intermingled with the fish odor. Kahyla wondered how his cheek would feel; most Huxen men wore their beards long out of respect for Parkith. One knee bent to reach the dagger, Despard knelt like a Huxen courtier. Could she picture him as a visiting nobleman and not a dangerous heathen? He wiped his blade on his black trouser leg. His unmarked sword rested in its scabbard, extending from his hip to the floor. Not a courtier, not a liege-sworn soldier, but a mercenary. “Despard, why are you here?” she asked, offering him a hand up. His calloused hand felt rough but warm. “I don’t quite know myself,” he said, resetting the position of his sword. “Instead of scrounging for work after dredging up my sword, I thought about what you said. About honor and generosity. About standing up for your traditions.” “I thought my dream was to earn my place on a privateer’s crew, come home with gold and treasures,” he said, staring off to some imagined future. He chuckled at Tebfin playing with the fish. “I figured you wouldn’t have a scrap to eat.” Despard dug into a rucksack on his back and tossed out a melon-sized wine skin with a gurgle. Two round country loaves and a few apples followed. “I could stay for dinner and hear more of your stories.”
November 9, 2025 at 6:30 PM
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Rave reviews from #ReadersFavorite for Book 1 of the #SagamanSeries
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November 8, 2025 at 6:55 PM
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This fantastic book had me hooked from the first chapter! The mix of supernatural powers, mysterious mentors, and looming danger creates nonstop suspense. amazon.com/dp/B0FPR3SHBP/ #FantasyBook #sciencefiction #EpicFantasy #Bookstagram #BookTok #BookCommunity #literature #fiction
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November 8, 2025 at 12:22 PM
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Having a "little" fun with the #WIPSnips today.

Today's word, in case you hadn't guessed, is "little." This is an excerpt from my book coming out this month, Wavelord, Daughter of Vanris book 3.

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Extract from book that reads: “I see.” Kyril glanced between the two, his brows rising a fraction. “Retrieve those arrows. I want you all to take turns firing each of the different bows while the rest of us analyze your technique and offer feedback. Let’s see what we can learn from each other.” That was how they spent the next few hours. Veyl leveraged her status to have food and drinks brought out from the palace kitchens, so she might prolong what eventually transformed back into a friendly competition. Gannon finished a round, smirking at the well-placed grouping of arrows. On the ground, he was a little more consistent than his brother. He just didn’t have the knack Ahrin did for firing from the back of a fast-moving mount. “Well done, but your grip is too tight,” Kyril commented. “Ease up and relax into it a little. You’re trying to kill the target, not the bow.” “That was the best shot any of us made that round.” Gannon thrust the shortbow at him. “How about you, Ahninveth? I’d like to see how you do against us.” Kitria sighed. Ahrin leaned close to her as Gannon stepped back on the other side to watch. “My brother will never stop challenging him,” he said in a low voice, and Iyvalin nod-ded to support the assertion. “Because of what happened in Deepwater and to his tehnaak?” Kitria asked. Veyl took a few steps closer to listen and instantly regretted it. “Mostly, but also because of who he did in Thaelis.”
November 8, 2025 at 3:36 PM
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A Demon’s Bargain where all the options are bad. Kahyla hopes to negotiate for the release of her sister, with Despard playing the role of Bizal's stupid and obedient caravan guard.
“Bizal won’t thank you for keeping me waiting,” she said. “The Ferruthan minstrel is harmless.” The horseman smiled weakly and gestured for them to follow him into the tavern. An eerily quiet front room greeted them. Doors opened to the kitchen and stables, as well as stairs to private bedchambers. No locals drank or chatted, suggesting that Bizal had paid for the entire enterprise. The horseman led them past rows of scrubbed trestle tables to a door, flanked by guards. The unlucky Tarvel, who had failed to stop Kahyla’s escape, shuffled uncomfortably. No doubt he remembered how she had embarrassed him. Tarvel turned and knocked, waiting for an answer before he opened the door. Hiding the trembling in her hands, Kahyla pressed against Despard’s back to urge him ahead of her. It was a close small room, sided with cheap local pine. Bizal rose from a table strewn with lunch remains. A half dozen soldiers came alert behind him, including Vetal, the guard Kahyla had taunted to shoot her. “May Parkith bless our meeting with friendship, Gentlemistress Kahyla,” crooned Bizal, approaching with hands extended. Her nerve failing, she ducked behind Despard. Bizal scowled and stepped around Despard, who drew an inch of sword. “What do you think you’re doing, Despard?” Bizal asked. “I’m contracted to protect your caravan. She’s part of your caravan,” Despard said, frozen in mid-draw. “Stupid merc, you need to learn how to follow orders correctly,” Bizal snarled. “A sell-sword like you doesn’t get to keep the girl and his fee.” Despard tipped his head. “I chose the girl.” Vetal and another soldier bracketed Bizal with hands on pommels. Kahyla shoved herself between Despard and Bizal. “May Parkith temper your days with virtue, Archduke Bizal.” Bizal stared at her, as though remembering the purpose of their meeting. He gave a curt nod and the soldiers backed up.
November 10, 2025 at 2:30 PM
authoralbertopupo.bsky.social
Magic isn't just power-it's survival. And survival means sacrifice.
A Time of Magic and Blood.
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November 7, 2025 at 7:31 PM
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#FantasyIndiesNovember
Day7- Free Day

Abducted and sold to a foreign army, Tro must learn to adapt to survive this strange land full of magic and violence. War is hell, but maybe he doesn’t have to endure it alone...
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Picture is a daily prompt for fantasy authors to share miscellaneous aspects of their works in progress throughout the month of November. The associated hashtag is #FantasyIndiesNovember. Photo is a temporary book cover. It shows a cut-down tree trunk with a small green twig rising from the dead trunk. White text reads "A Tchao in Ilimak, a story of Dainu, by JG Duke".
November 8, 2025 at 12:33 AM
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Book release alert!

Darkness Unleashed is ready to be unleashed in the world!

If you need to lose yourself in a deeply complex world

If you like to navigate the complexities of political intrigue

If you have a strong heart ready to be broken

This is the book for you.

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November 8, 2025 at 2:46 PM
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We march not for glory.
We march because peace demands a sword.
The weak pray for dawn — I bring it.

“The realm bleeds. But not forever.
The explorer wanders. The trickster laughs.
I endure.”

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November 5, 2025 at 8:19 PM
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A Demon’s Bargain where all the options are bad: fight with soul-destroying magic or lose her family, her beloved, and her life. To save Despard, Kahyla agreed to marry Baron Gooseport, but Bizal has revenge in mind.
“Parkith’s Blessing, Lady Tamrin.” Tauno motioned to the patrician beside him. “We have just enough time between sessions for the ceremony. My patrician has everything prepared in his office here.” Despard picked up the sword cane, but Tauno waved him back. “We have the contract, Despard. You don’t have to be present.” Better to spare him some pain. “Abber, at least, should witness,” Kahyla said. Tauno sighed. “Get her quickly. We don’t have much time.” Kahyla returned to the circle, where Abber and Master Vayhne chatted amiably. Shoving the clerk aside, Archduke Bizal barged into the circle, trailed by a reluctant Vetal. “You’re going to regret that humiliating display, Kahyla,” said Bizal. “I’m not blind to Gooseport and his pet patrician. Did he finally buy Despard’s permission? Remember your words, Kahyla. You can’t marry a corpse.”
November 5, 2025 at 2:11 PM
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#FantasyIndiesNovember
Day8: #SaturdaySnippet

This is the opening page of book 2: A Tchao in Ilimak.
Book 1's MCs were the Bash; now we get to meet Tchao...

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Photo is a block of text taken from the book "A Tchao In Ilimak". It reads: Chapter 1 East of the Ria Limash sat on the eastern border of Brachao. It was surrounded almost completely by mountains, forests, or ocean; protected from all sides against any who would try to invade. Protected also, one might think, from any who would try to escape. The Ria Mountains, which served as the border between the two nations, were tall, rocky, sharp, and dangerous to travel in summer heat, winter snow, or spring and autumn rains. The best way to traverse these fearsome peaks would be through the havens and tunnels, carved lifetimes ago by the Usara Bash of Limash and the easternmost Tchao of Brachao. These safe-ways were once a joint project, meant to serve as a long-withstanding testament to the friendship of Tchao and Bash, like the Usara themselves: an entire tribe, though technically more Bash than Tchao, born of families from both sides of the mountains. But that was long ago. Now, with the Bash distracted by wars, and the Tchao afraid of the harsh punishments given to those who displease the Eldest Katalo, their once strong friendship was fading like an old memory. The relationship between them, once bright as an evening fire, was now dim as morning embers. Photo is a temporary book cover. It shows a cut-down tree trunk with a small green twig rising from the dead trunk. White text reads "A Tchao in Ilimak, a story of Dainu, by JG Duke".
November 8, 2025 at 8:01 PM
annasmithspark.bsky.social
I'm (slightly surprised to discover) I'm talking at Waterstones Covent Garden on Thursday 13th November alongside Alexandra Beaumont, Stew Hotson, Marvellous Michael Anson and WP Wiles.

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November 5, 2025 at 7:09 PM
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#WIPSnips #WritingCommunity #amquerying #writesky #epicfantasy 💙📚 🪐📚

Penultimate = last

A supposedly loyal family soldier tries to assasinate Kahyla outside their camp while Despard is on guard duty. She kills him and Despard insists she clean her own blade.
Hand shaking, she took the rag, stained and smelling of polish oil. She knelt, snow-melt damp seeping into the knees of her woolen stockings. Kirrik’s face was slack, no expression giving clues to his last thoughts. No breath moved his chest, where the dark stain pooled under his vest. Her own hair twined around his fingers, caught on the silver ring. His hand splayed out, not quite reaching the handle or the silk square tucked lower between the laces. Gripping the bumpy metal hilt, she tugged, making his chest twitch. Bracing against his warm body, she pulled again, releasing a brief trickle along the thin short blade. Scarcely longer than her hand from tip to pommel, it dripped as she turned it over, holding heat in the metal. Retrieving the rag, she carefully rubbed the blade and hilt dry before sliding it back into the hidden boot scabbard. Crashing through the wood like a frightened deer, Abber overshot them on the path to the stream. Kalev followed behind, stopping where Kahyla’s route diverged from the more footworn path.
November 6, 2025 at 2:05 PM