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juliana (is querying)

@callowromantic.bsky.social

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fantasy author querying: When Trees Dance writing: A Morning Hymnal julianadelsantewrites@gmail.com

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juliana (is querying) @callowromantic.bsky.social · 29/04/2026

A Morning Hymnal - WIP #questpit #W #A #F #MY 🐍 sisterhood and female friendship ❤️ healing from trauma and grief 🪞 exploring gender identity and womanhood ✨ what happens when your god lowkey hates you

An agent’s guide to A Morning Hymnal
A fantasy mystery, now writing

Runaway priestess Phoebe masquerades as a male bard to escape her sordid past and finds herself in the middle of a murder at a royal wedding. One too many lies places her in the ill-begotten role of investigator.

Comparative titles
Shadow of a Dead God
The Daughters’ War
City of Stairs

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juliana (is querying) @callowromantic.bsky.social · 29/04/2026

The main trio in When Trees Dance: Cyprus, Yewan, and Ori #questpit #Q #A #F if you enjoy: • shape-changing monsters • cannibal cults • religious fanatics • magical rituals • angsty slow burn romance this might be the book for you

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juliana (is querying) @callowromantic.bsky.social · 29/04/2026

When Trees Dance is currently out querying! #questpit #Q #A #F 💚slow burn friends to lovers ⛰️environmental commentary 🌀exploration of faith and identity 🌿motherhood in all its forms 🌞neurodivergent and disability rep

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juliana (is querying) @callowromantic.bsky.social · 28/04/2026

Pt. 2 in my main character series for When Trees Dance Meet Ori, the elegant, talkative, aspiring student of magic whose seemingly humble origins are perhaps more than they appear #amquerying #fantasy

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juliana (is querying) @callowromantic.bsky.social · 27/04/2026

The first in a series introducing the vibes of my main characters in When Trees Dance! Meet Cyprus, a 20 year old dryad with lofty dreams of being an adventurer who's about to get a serious reality check as soon as she finally steps outside the forest Crann's boundaries #amquerying #writingcommunity

Collage of images (white stag, stained glass, medieval manuscripts) to represent my main character, Cyprus

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juliana (is querying) @callowromantic.bsky.social · 25/04/2026

I cannot even begin to tell you how much research I did on Medieval merchant ships before writing this section but Cyprus' time on a boat that essentially time travels through the afterlife is some of my favorite writing that I've done #WIPSnips #amquerying #WritingCommunity #fantasy

She tried to say Hiraeth's name but it came out garbled, through her mouthful of pork.
Hiraeth turned his head aside so he could look behind him, "Finish what's in your mouth, your parents teach you no manners?"
She chewed rapidly, afraid she might choke as she swallowed the dry hunk of meat.
"I said your name."
"Yes, lass I know, what do you want?"
Better food. Your bread is stale. "I’m curious, where did the food come from?"
"You're on a ship sailing through Soách, guided by a solitary dead man adhered to the mast, with land,” he forcefully gestured ahead then looked back to her, "on the horizon, and that's what you ask?" He exclaimed to the sky, shaking his head,"How the heart's desire of such a simple girl remains unknown to her, is far beyond me." As she sprinted to the sterncastle, he called after her, “And you’re meant to soak the hardtack, you’ll break a tooth!”

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juliana (is querying) @callowromantic.bsky.social · 24/04/2026

Pitch deck preview for my current #WIP that I #amdrafting The comp titles aren't perfect, as the book itself is still in progress (anything to avoid the constant dread of querying my other novel) A Morning Hymnal is a standalone story set in the world of my first novel but 100 years in the past

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juliana (is querying) @callowromantic.bsky.social · 24/04/2026

Cyprus has decided to ignore her only companion while aboard a ghostly ship adrift in the sea of the afterlife #WIPSnips #WritingCommunity #amquerying #fantasy

The ensuing days and weeks passed without event. Each morning, Cyprus would check their course with Hiraeth (briefly and without mirth), then she would force down the hard and salty rations, and later play the lute or work her muscles by climbing up the crow’s nest until she became hungry again, at which point she would return to her crumbling provisions and repeat. She had carried the stool to the sterncastle both to strum without interruption and to spite Hiraeth. Bitter spite brought no satisfaction as it once might have, instead she found its taste to be exactly as claimed.
Her loneliness had never been quite so stark. Even when Yewan abandoned her for a year, Cyprus had made other friends. She’d relished her family's company. It wasn’t necessarily my fault he left me anyways. This time, however, by rumbling pride and rolling waves, she was alone, borne upon the sea.

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juliana (is querying) @callowromantic.bsky.social · 23/04/2026

In the midst of her wedding ceremony, Cyprus reflects on her new marriage and her younger brother's precarious future From my adult fantasy novel "When Trees Dance", querying now! #amquerying #writingcommunity #WIPSnips

They took a step back together to admire their new plot. With especially strong pairings, the two trees would often grow together and over time, become intertwined. Cyprus thought she could see their trees beginning to lean towards each other, but they also might have planted them askew. The village gathered behind their family, and they sang a song without lyrics, harmonizing with the living hum of the forest around them. As the sun set and Cyprus and Yewan led the procession to the bonfire for the commencement of the ceremony, the souls of their departed ancestors glowed amongst the leaves of their respective trees and lit their way, the path becoming brighter with more concentrated light the closer they got to the fire pit. Cyprus’ stomach turned with the thought of Cedyr’s tree alight in a sea of empty trees at the edge of the grove. Or worse yet, not being able to preserve his soul at all, for fear of corrupting the earth his body is buried in.

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