The dragon lowered a rainbow-hued head to sniff the small, furry morsel. To her surprise, it hissed and puffed up, and swiped at her with surprising aggression.
Perhaps it was more dangerous than it looked. She withdrew, curling her tail around her pile of gold.
The small creature stared at her, yellow eyes wide and suspicious.
Later, she found it batting at a stray piece of gold. She tried to take it back, and was again met with a hiss and a swipe.
In the night, she woke to something rumbling on her back. The creature again, now asleep and curled up in complete, purring contentment.…
Author Assaph Mehr (represented by their character, Felix the Fox) hosts The Protagonist Speaks, where characters are interviewed in-world. It was a lot of fun to write and actually meant that I spent a lot of time getting more in-depth with Smythe’s history, something that will definitely show up in later books. It has all the long-winded, completely unself-aware chatter of Smythe with the added juiciness of some tidbits never seen before in-story.
Please do have a read, and be sure to check out the many other character interviews on The Protagonist Speaks!
https://theprotagonistspeaks.com/2019/10/15/chandrian-smythe-of-books-bone-by-victoria-corva/comment-page-1/?unapproved=15354&moderation-hash=6e0d33b344ab03638c393a2ac215fe0a#comment-15354… Read more
Red light gleamed from the dark hollows of her eyes. Her skin grew aged and leathery as parchment. She bared cruelly pointed teeth.
‘This is what I am,’ she said. ‘This is what the hunger does to me. And I have been alone such a
long time …’
He took a deep breath. ‘So have I.’ His pale shape flickered, like an image losing signal. ‘But I’m willing to try, if you are.’
‘Try,’ she said. She put her hand on his, and it didn’t pass through. ‘Yes, we could try.’
Rondell Melling from Pixabay.… Read more
‘Can I get you anything?’ he asked. ‘A cup of tea?’
‘No, thank you.’
Reid found himself sipping gingerly at a cup of tea a few minutes later. He thought: I just won’t finish it. That’s all.
But the conversation was good and when he next looked down, the cup was dry and scattered with black.
He sighed dramatically.
‘Is something wrong?’
‘No,’ he said, setting aside his cup and its heart-shaped residue. ‘Are you, um, doing anything later?’
A microfiction for Mastodon. Image by
dungthuyvunguyen from Pixabay.… Read more
Some loves transcend death, and so it was Lola.
Every day, she waited in the window for her human, her tail clacking against the windowsill.
When she heard a car pull up, she would clatter down from the sill, then run for the front door with a sound like a dull xylophone.
She would greet them by twining her ribcage around their legs.
And when she settled on their lap, she would knead a little too spikily, but in a different way than she had in life.
isfara from Pixabay.… Read more
The cat turned its back to him and started grooming. After a pause, he pinched the end of its tail.
It hissed and spun, swiping at the empty air where his hand had been.
He looked guiltily at his mentor.
‘Tail pulling is
not an appropriate human behaviour.’
He sulked and crossed his arms. ‘Tail pulling is
not an appropriate human behaviour.’
‘Neither is mimicry.’
He groaned and flopped back on the ground. ‘Can I go back to being a crow now?’
Capri23auto from Pixabay.… Read more
When her mother cut down the green jelly beast, she’d watched its remains ooze into the earth.
‘Keep back,’ her mother warned.
But later, when a small chunk of green bounced toward her through the grass, she tossed it a strip of bread and watched it absorb it hungrily.
When she built up the courage to touch it, it didn’t burn as she feared; it was cool, and purred slimily at her touch.
One day she would be infamous for her (mostly) tame Gelatinous Cube.
OpenClipart-Vectors from Pixabay.… Read more
‘We await your response by sparrow?’ I murmured, reading the letter again. Something about destiny, the fate of many, and ‘answering the call’ …
I turned it over and looked at the wax seal, now broken; it looked like a penny had been pressed into the wax.
The letter weighed on my mind, however. When I left for work the next morning, I stopped by the gently chittering hedge on the street.
A little brown head poked through the leaves, followed by four more.
They stared at me with their button-black eyes, then launched into the air in a cheeping flock.…
As part of the competition BOOKS & BONE is entered in (the Self-Published Fantasy Blog-Off), RockstarLit Book Asylum invited authors to submit short stories of the characters from their book when put in an Asylum.
And thus we have the story of Ree in Room 11.
It takes place outside the TOMBTOWN canon but I really enjoyed writing it and I hope you’ll enjoy reading it!
If you do visit, please do leave a comment for RockStarLit. Timy and her team have been a delight to work with so far. 🙂
Tales from the Asylum:
https://starlitbook.com/2019/09/25/spfbo-edition-victoria-corva/… Read more
Jason Aycock, the host of Self-Publishing Fantasy Month, kindly had me visit on his blog to talk about my self-publishing experience as a debut fantasy author. It’s a very personal subject and I hope my post gives people a better idea of what to expect!
Anyway! Here’s the link:
Expectation vs Reality: My Self-Publishing Debut:
https://offthetbr.wordpress.com/2019/09/25/guest-post-expectation-vs-reality-my-self-publishing-debut/… Read more