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The Woman in the Deep

There is a woman drifting in the deep.

Her eyes are closed, her limbs loose and floating. Fish dart in and out of her hair. Many-armed things probe her face with curious curls.

When she feels the sunlight rippling across her face, she is weary because it is about to begin again.

She will be fished from the water and forced to glare and bare her teeth for their pleasure. They will scour the scales from her skin and rip the coral from her scalp.

They think because they found her, that she belongs to them.

When she lunges for the ocean, they will hold her tight.… Read more

Blackwing Witch (Chapter 12: Wounded)

Blackwing Witch is a work-in-progress but I wanted to share it while I work on the first draft. Please bear in mind that this is an unedited work, but hopefully you will still enjoy it! Image is a commission from ShadowDragon22.

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Chapter Twelve: Wounded

Spite tucked her wings and deposited Wy on a mound of dirty blankets and rugs, before staggering a few steps aside and collapsing, panting heavily. Her wings lay limp and spread at her sides and her legs were splayed beneath her.

Wy tried to sit up, barely containing a raw moan between gritted teeth.… Read more

BOOKS & BONE was reviewed on Libreture!

And it was *really good*! I feel very seen and understood and am more than a little emotional about the whole thing. Please do take a look if you’d like a spoiler-free look at BOOKS & BONE and what to expect from it.

My favourite quote: “Books and Bone is satisfyingly long, draws on the author’s long association with DnD, and is genuinely humorous to boot.”

https://www.libreture.com/blog/book-review-books-and-bone-victoria-corva/Read more

Wings Out

‘I don’t know if I can do it.’ The ground fell away mere inches from his feet, a chasm of rock walls and thorny brambles.

‘You can!’ she called from across the fall. ‘I know you can!’

‘How?’ His voice was hoarse.

She smiled and spread her wings, the feathers catching the light with an irridescent shine.

‘Because I didn’t think I could do it either.’

He shuffled his own wings on his back.

All there was left was to breathe in, wings out, and make a running a leap.

Another microfiction for Mastodon. Image by Manfred Richter from Pixabay, used under Pixabay license.… Read more

I’m a guest on Alder’s Grove Fiction! ‘The Internet Paid for my Book to be Published’

I’m a guest on Alder’s Grove Fiction! I talk about my Kickstarter experience, a zero-risk crowdfunding campaign, small successes and the generosity of others. Definitely worth a read if you want to crowdfund but are concerned about the risk and the size of your following!

Special extra thanks to Lyn for this one because when she heard that I was excited to be guest posting on others blogs (I cannot really bear to blog on my own site for some reason) she immediately messaged me with ‘Would you like to guest post on mine?’

Which was so lovely.

And while you are there, do check out Lyn’s amazing free fiction!… Read more

Memory and Sight

He adjusted his blindfold. ‘What do you think?’

Her eyes tracked the clouds as they rolled across the azure sky.

‘It’s beautiful,’ she replied. She shifted where she lay on the grass, disturbing her hair. It hissed and resettled, scales sliding against scales. ‘I mean … I remembered that it was beautiful, but in my head … it was like a painting. This is something else.’

‘What else would you like to see?’

She smiled, sharp-toothed and joyful. ‘Everything.’

Another microfiction for Mastodon. Image by tatlin from Pixabay, used under Pixabay License.… Read more

Guest Post on The Reading Life! How My Username Became My Pen-Name

The lovely Anne hosted a guest post by me on The Reading Life. She was a delight to be in contact with and her book reviews are excellent. Not to mention that her website has a gorgeous femme flowery aesthetic that I, in all my crow-wing witchery, am really enjoying.

It’s such a strange post and I can’t help but feel it’s not at all the kind of thing I’m supposed to be posting about on other people’s blogs, but Anne was really kind about it and I really want to share things that feel like me rather than things that promote my brand as an author (or whatever my brand is).… Read more

Attack Dog

He found it on a country lane. A beast of curling black fur and heavy paws. Its red eyes lit up its face in the dark; long muzzle, long tongue, long teeth.

‘It’s okay,’ he said gently. Lacking anything better, he offered it a ham sandwich, arm outstretched.

The beast growled, a sound of low menace that brought to mind the first rumble of an avalanche.

‘I won’t hurt you, I promise,’ he said. He laid the sandwich on the ground and took a step back. ‘Try it.’

The beast lunged forward and snapped up the sandwich. Its teeth clacked and its mouth smacked wetly.… Read more

I’m a guest on The Reader’s Den!

Lovely author and book reviewer Lin Ryals kindly had me over on her blog to talk about writing about what frightens you until it becomes something familiar.

Includes some snippets from my life in which I am vehemently opposed to being anywhere near dead things. It’s funny how life turns out — sometimes even as funny as fiction. ^_^

Turning Horror Into Hope and Humour: linryals.wordpress.com/2019/06

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First the Flame, Second the Bell.

Their eyes meet across the burning glade. Fire still trails from the hands of the first, and the flames dance in her sad eyes.

The second is covered in ash. She hugs a cat to her chest. It buries its face under her arm.

‘I know you,’ says the second, as if in a daze. Her gaze sharpens. ‘Did you do this?’

The first recoils. The flames in her hands flicker; the fire around her dims, then brightens. ‘I didn’t mean to. It just … happens.’

‘Just happens?’ She coughs. Her eyes narrow. ‘A fine way to shirk the blame, when you’ve been caught flame-handed.’ The cat in her arms squirms, then resettles.… Read more