- Edits on both WIPs' chapter 3; send those to readers and catch up on comments.
- Little bit of cleaning today. :')
Jax Devora (is writing)
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Any pronoun + ace/bi. Fantasy writer toying with worlds. Nerds out about FFXIV, media history, lost media, and bees. Owner of @beenjaminatlarge.bsky.social, writing partner and bee at large. Free stories and monthly updates: jaxdevora.beehiiv.com
![An excerpt from The Wolf Knight (Raven & Bear: 8) by Bramble. The fourth and final paragraph are highlighted in blue.
Transcript:
“Melion?”
“Ata, sorry, Princess Ata.” This young man bowed forward, a fist held over his heart, “I’m afraid my name is Marrok now.”
Neither spoke further as shields were raised in front of the princess and a firm hand dragged her back. Marrok was leaner, hair no longer rusted spikes but coils of polished copper. Ata felt a wooden block pressed tight around each wrist, heavy on a neck far frailer then. Drenched by rain, she shivered. Not yet dry despite years of warmth. His eyes lowered, heavy with regret.
Princess Ceindrych had finally stood, “he came to us, a wolf with no name and was given another to make him a man again.”
“You knighted him?” A bear-like rumble echoed in Ata’s chest.
“He’s an ordained paladin.” This diminutive girl held onto Marrok’s elbow and elaborated, “he saved me from the dog-head bandits and after months of study passed the Chivalric Measure.”
“If I may speak-”
“I’m not sure you may,” She cut him off with an ursine scowl, then sighed as the man flinched, “but I suppose if you need to.”
“I do.” That lake-blue stare wrinkled in careful consideration of each word before he spoke them, “I’m sorry. You have every right to hate me, but through God I am trying to be better.”
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