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Juno Crew
@junocrew.bsky.social
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Aspiring author, writer of horror, fantasy, and romance. Lover of vampires. Goth. Queer. Occasional court jester.
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No Requiem for the Light
A DARK FANTASY TRAGEDY
- lesbian protagonist
- uncontrolled magic
- a complete loss of identity
- inner violence
- revenge
- multiple perspectives
- societal expectations
- young and older protagonists
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The Fifth Season by N. K. Jemisin
The Poppy War by R. F. Kuang
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Kaida Kaelis was destined for greatness, to one day save her village. When they are attacked my mysterious men of metal, she is ready. So, why was she the one to destroy it?
Queen Eleanora of Eris was destined to bear heirs for the King and to be obedient wife. She’s content with this life. So, why is she having visions of another life?
In their parallel stories, they each must discover who they truly are and what destiny has in store for them.
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Illustration by me: In an arch is Eleanora in a green gown, red jewelry and a crown. She holds her stomach with one hand and a rose in the other. She looks stern yet sad. In front is Kaida in armor and a cloak, holding a sword with a determined expression. Under Kaida's sword is a second illustration of her in the middle of a fight with an unseen attacker. In the background is lightning.
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CHAPTER ONE
Although created differently from the common man, Vaelorians were still mortal and what mortals could not understand they hated and what they feared they shunned, and I was both. I didn’t even have the privilege of being born before I was branded a curse. A storm had come and wiped away twelve lives and any possibility of normalcy for me. Five families left Anon that first week and four more in the following month. They would rather risk the wilderness than remain in the same village as me. I know it wasn’t right to complain when so many had lost much more than me, so I didn’t. Not to just anyone at least.
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painting of a red sky
painted fire
photo of red clouds
textured red image
a lone house in a foggy red field
a squirrel
an illustration by me of Waylon smoking a cigarette on a maroon background
"don't ever think that everyone who leaves wants to"
"Waylon Sayers"
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