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American Library Association @amlibraryassoc.bsky.social · 03/09/2025

NEWS: A House of Representatives Subcommittee just voted to continue library funding in next year's federal budget. This is thanks to YOUR hard work as library advocates. The fight to #FundLibraries isn't over yet. Stay tuned for more ways to take action for libraries. #ForOurLibraries

You made your voice heard for libraries. The House listened. A House of Representatives Subcommittee just voted to continue library funding in next year's federal budget.
The fight to #FundLibraries isn't over yet, but this good news is thanks to your hard work.
Stay tuned for more ways to take action for libraries. Show up for our libraries. American Library Associaiton.

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Author Maria J. Hart 🍉🐺🩸📚 @mariajhart.bsky.social · 02/09/2025

Me as a child: - cried when the vacuum ran - covered my ears when flushing the toilet - couldn’t walk down the laundry aisle due to overwhelming scent - struggled to make connections with other children - read at an eighth grade level Every single adult in my life: She is so incredibly neurotypical

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Author Maria J. Hart 🍉🐺🩸📚 @mariajhart.bsky.social · 01/09/2025

I’m trying to befriend the crows around my house. Where does one acquire elephant amounts of peanuts for cheap? 🤔

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Author Maria J. Hart 🍉🐺🩸📚 @mariajhart.bsky.social · 30/08/2025

This is your sign to use those stickers you’ve been saving for something special. Life’s too short. USE THE STICKERS.

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Author Maria J. Hart 🍉🐺🩸📚 @mariajhart.bsky.social · 18/08/2025

I donated to @sandraproudman.bsky.social’s We the People summer fundraiser! www.32auctions.com/organization...

THE BLOOD OF TENAZERYTH DUOLOGY + NOVELLA (SIGNED COPIES)
FROM MARIA J. HART

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Preeti Chhibber @runwithskizzers.bsky.social · 15/08/2025

oh wow, fuck all the way off with this bullshit, valiant

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Author Maria J. Hart 🍉🐺🩸📚 @mariajhart.bsky.social · 14/08/2025

Hey Kindle, WHY CAN’T I HIGHLIGHT SOMETHING IN PURPLE?! Just give me a friggin color wheel, I BEG

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Author Maria J. Hart 🍉🐺🩸📚 @mariajhart.bsky.social · 13/08/2025

Just discovered that vermilion is in fact a shade of red and not yellow, and realized that I only associate vermilion with yellow because of Pikachu and Vermilion City. So. That’s how my day’s going.

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Weeknight Writers @weeknightwriters.bsky.social · 12/08/2025

This is terrifying, and we cannot let it happen Eliminating queer content - or content about any group of people - is a clear step toward eliminating them from public life, and then from life altogether, which is the end goal of the far right Stripe MUST receive push back on this

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Ellie Lieberman @ellielieberman.bsky.social · 12/08/2025

August 12-16! Society's Foundlings (99¢) is in Indie Author Central's Stepping Through Time Sale! Check out all the historical & contemporary fiction for FREE or 99¢! www.indieauthorscentral.com/stepping-thr... #booksky 📚💙 📚📢 💙📚 #booksale

Screenshot of some of the books available through the Stepping Through Time Indie Authors Central event, alongside my contemporary novella, Society's Foundlings, include Pox, Fame & Other Disasters, A Forgotten Melody, Beneath the Surface, & Shape of the Sun!

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Author Maria J. Hart 🍉🐺🩸📚 @mariajhart.bsky.social · 11/08/2025

Unfortunately the fall semester starts soon so my writing is going to slow down a lot 😞 but making it a point to remember that writing is my happy place and I deserve to have some time to myself to do what I love!

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Author Maria J. Hart 🍉🐺🩸📚 @mariajhart.bsky.social · 11/08/2025

#WIPsnips “real” snippet of one of the first interactions between the poltergeist and the family cat. This is before she finds out that the humans she’s supposed to haunt have ADHD and will not, in fact, be noticing when things are out of place.

= PoltergeistWIP
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I stick out a hand as if to shake his paw, then retract it awkwardly. "Nice to meet you, Magnus.
I'm Aislinn O'Connell."
He peers at me with those big green eyes. Hello, Aislinn. Why do you want to scare my human?
"Well, I don't really want to. It's just my job." That is, historically, one of the very worst excuses for
doing something, you know.
I give him a withering look. "The afterlife runs on the fear of the Livings. It's just how it is." I reach into Helena's backpack, and my hand passes through something heavy that I assume is a textbook. But when I focus and pull it out, it's a black drawstring bag. I'm about to open it when the cat hops onto the table and startles me.
Are you a robber as well? His tone is that of an adult who caught a child with a hand in the cookie jar.
I roll my eyes. "Relax, fuzzball. It's the first step in my process. Messing with personal items is Poltergeist 101. They'll notice things moving on their own, start to get uneasy in this big creepy house, and then I'll start with the real activity." The tip of his tail flits in what almost seems like
amusement. Good luck with that.

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Author Maria J. Hart 🍉🐺🩸📚 @mariajhart.bsky.social · 11/08/2025

#QueerWriters “hair” snippet from my sapphic rom com about a poltergeist and the woman with ADHD she’s trying — unsuccessfully — to haunt.

= PoltergeistWIP
She gives me a sly look. "Personal question, so feel free not to answer it, but ... are you into women?"
I stick out my lower lip dramatically. "Not nearly as often as I'd like to be."
She laughs out loud at that, just as Kalina rounds a corner, looking frazzled. Her hair is escaping the messy bun on the top of her head, and there's a slight flush to her cheeks. The way her tank top shows the top of her breasts, and her leggings cling to her rounded hips is enough to knock the - metaphorical - breath from me.
"Not. Nearly."

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Indie Book Spotlight @bookspotlight.bsky.social · 07/08/2025

✨ NEW RELEASE ✨ 🗡️ fantasy novella ⚰️ accidental reawakening of dead immortals 🏹 gallant knights 👑 evil kingdom 🤝 evil queendom 🪾 enchanted plants and forests 🥀 romance and friendship 🔖 link: mybook.to/mUVTmR 💌 itch.io: rebecca-crunden.itch.io/a-light-for-... 📖 gr: www.goodreads.com/book/show/23...

Ebook cover for ‘A Light for the Dead to Follow’ by Rebecca Crunden. Cover image is of a skull surrounded by red-pink flowers. There are vines at the top beside the title. The title font is black and maroon, the name font is white.

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Author Maria J. Hart 🍉🐺🩸📚 @mariajhart.bsky.social · 06/08/2025

#WritingLifeMonthly Two snippets from my paranormal romance, Born Anew in Blood. In the first, one MMC puts an arm around the FMC’s waist to distract her — and it works. In the second, she’s wrapping her legs around the other MMC’s waist 😁

"Yeah, I can tell" I walk toward the partitioned-off area, trying to see around the bamboo and perhaps catch a glimpse of what lies behind it.
"Don't go in there," Saif reminds me cautiously.
"I won't. I was just wondering what less friendly' plants you have. Poppies? Deadly Nightshade? Belladonna?"
He chuckles, walking toward me with his hands in the pockets of his dark jeans. "Deadly Nightshade is Belladonna. But yes, actually, I do have that. Though you're way too excited about that prospect." His dark eyes glitter with amusement.
I grin sheepishly. "I just think it's a cool name."
"I've got a lot of plants in there that have cool names. Aconitum, Catha Edulis, Ricinus Communis. And they have even cooler effects.
Which is why I don't want you going anywhere near it."
He puts an arm around my waist and turns me to one of the large garden beds in the opposite corner.
"Would you like to pick some corn for dinner?"

Explosion
try to yank my wrists away from Diego's I clutches, but he pins them both against the
rough wood of the cabin with one forearm.
With his other hand, he pulls me deeply into him, and our bodies curve together perfectly as I wrap my legs tightly around his waist.
He forces my mouth open roughly with his tongue, and we move together like a choreographed dance, taking quick gulps of air between kisses like we're drowning in a raging storm that keeps pushing us beneath the waves.

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Author Maria J. Hart 🍉🐺🩸📚 @mariajhart.bsky.social · 05/08/2025

My characters are all misfits who have at most one close person — until they find each other, that is. #QueerPrompts

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Jessie Thomas @jessiethomasauthor.bsky.social · 05/08/2025

The official blurb of THIS HIDEOUS HEART, my standalone sapphic gothic horror romance reimagining of Edgar Allan Poe’s most famous works. 🫀🐦‍⬛🕯️🗝️

A hot pink graphic stylized with a subtle damask pattern. A squawking raven sits on the bottom right, while another perches at the top left corner on a branch. An anatomical heart is superimposed in the center. The summary reads:

A house is never without its ghosts. And the ghosts of Montresor are restless…

Buffalo, 1881. Reunited after nearly a year, clairvoyant Madeline “Mattie” Montresor welcomes her wife Lenore back into their home—once the stage for extravagant séances held to entertain the city’s wealthy elite. But the house has changed dramatically in the time they’ve been separated. The rooms feel colder. The shadows seem darker. Mattie is tense and fraying at the edges, haunted as she’s never been before.

In an attempt to exorcize the house of its tortured souls, Mattie and Lenore must pick apart its many horrific secrets. As they confront a gruesome past, the veil between this world and the next grows thinner, the haunting more malevolent. And when a killer appears to return from the grave, they find themselves in a desperate race against the impossible—all while Death closes in.

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Author Maria J. Hart 🍉🐺🩸📚 @mariajhart.bsky.social · 05/08/2025

#WIPsnips “boss” snippet from my PoltergeistWIP in which Aislinn gets a visit from her she-demon supervisor about her haunting progress

= PoltergeistWIP
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I wince. "That won't be a problem this time," I murmur, eyeing the flame-shaped 1500 Years of Service!' pin on her lapel.
"Hmm." She leans around me and stares at the results of my hard work with a raised brow, but doesn't comment.
"Could they see you?" I ask, jerking my thumb up the stairs. "If they came down right now?" Although from what I've seen so far, I'm not sure those two would even notice the willowy white woman standing in their kitchen if she flung a stiletto at their faces.
"Oh yes," she says simply, and my jaw drops open. "But I'm not here to stay. Ghosts scaring Livings is the natural order, but if I were to get involved, the Boss would surely have something to say about it."
My stomach twists - yet another annoying power anxiety still wields beyond the grave. "Well there's no need for Brenaxys -"
"Not him." She rubs her temple. "The Boss."
"Oh. Oh!" I stand up straight, my eyes widening.
"Oh my G-" I cut myself off and bite my lip.
If I didn't know better, I would think that one corner of Samantha's mouth lifts, just a millimeter.
"Indeed. And I'd rather not hear from Her for another millennium at least. She can be rather cranky." She mutters the last part under her breath, and I shudder to think what that could be referring

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Author Maria J. Hart 🍉🐺🩸📚 @mariajhart.bsky.social · 04/08/2025

Disclaimer: I fucking hate making moodboards. But here they are 😂 The one on the left is for my first book, Born Anew in Blood. The one on the right is for my WinterWIP. I don’t have one for my PoltergeistWIP yet 😪 All my books also feature queer, neurodivergent, and diverse casts!

Born Anew in Blood mood board: 9 panels
Top left: green ivy leaves
Top middle: a cup of tea in a fancy mug on a saucer. An open book lies open next to it, and a ray of sunshine illuminates both
Top right: a bright, unnaturally green dahlia
Middle left: an ornately carved dagger
Center: a rocky stream running through a wood
Middle right: a bright library. The shelves are carved of trees. Green plants and colorful books fill the space.
Bottom left: a full moon partially shrouded with clouds
Bottom middle: backlit silhouette of a man and woman kissing.
Bottom right: small wooden shack in a green forest

Top L: one man’s hand pressing another’s into golden sheets
Top Center: a spellcaster’s hands with teal symbols floating in front
Top R: an ornate golden dagger handle wrapped around the emerald at the center
Middle L: snow-covered pine forest
Center: a falcon on a snowy branch
Middle R: a snowy town on a lake with the aurora shining brightly above and reflected in the water
Bottom L: a golden crown hung over a sword’s crossguard lit from behind by sunshine
Bottom Center: a woman, visible from the shoulders up, emerging from a foggy lake
Bottom R: fanart of of Ballister and Ambrosious from Nimona. Ballister is shrouded in his dark cloak, leaning heavily against a stone wall. Ambrosious is in bright gold armor, kissing Ballister’s inner elbow

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Author Maria J. Hart 🍉🐺🩸📚 @mariajhart.bsky.social · 04/08/2025

#QueerPrompts “friend” snippet Aislinn is a poltergeist, though not a very good one — she’s new at this, okay? And her most recent assignment is already proving to be a bit of a mess.

= PoltergeistWIP
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"I don't understand," I say aloud as their tail lights disappear through the trees. "If I had talked like that to my mother, I would have made it to the grave way sooner than thirty-four."
They're more like friends than mother and daughter.
I jump out of my skin - my ectoplasm? - and shriek. "Who said that?" I float back down toward the ground, hoping that whatever it was didn't see me nearly hit my head on the ceiling; walls I can go through. Floors and ceilings, not so much. Go figure.
Down here.
When I look toward the corner of the dim room, the void stares back with two big green eyes. I clutch my chest, more out of habit than anything, and huff. "You've gotta be fucking kidding me." Such language. The fluffy black cat licks a paw
idly. Unbefitting of a lady.
We stare at one another for a moment. "You're a cat."
The Norwegian Forest Cat blinks. And you must be the ghost of Sherlock Holmes.

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Author Maria J. Hart 🍉🐺🩸📚 @mariajhart.bsky.social · 04/08/2025

#QueerWriters My brain is cooperating today; I’m drafting some things I’ve been stuck on!

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Author Maria J. Hart 🍉🐺🩸📚 @mariajhart.bsky.social · 02/08/2025

#WIPsnips we’re going with vibes today. Have I mentioned that writing lovers to enemies is DEVASTATING because poor Aurélien goes through both these scenes within the first half of the book 😭

I slide into bed next to Jensen around four in the morning and pull him in close. As I curl around him, he stirs and threads his fingers through mine.
"You're trembling," he mutters, still mostly asleep.
I inhale as evenly as I can. "Just had a bad dream."
He grunts softly.
"Jensen," I whisper in his ear. "Will you marry me?"
"Sure, baby," he slurs. "In the morning." His breathing evens out once again.
I drift in and out of consciousness for the next few hours, plagued by visions of him being ripped to pieces by a giant magenta werewolf.

I dump out the contents of the pouch in my left pocket, and in the next instant, the fully-formed dagger is in my hands. I sink to my knees and hold it out to him.
He stares at it, takes in the intricate golden crossguard inlaid with black pearls. The triangular emerald at the base of the hilt. The black carbon steel and the wave pattern of the blade.
I shuffle forward on my knees. "Jensen, I've loved you for every second of my life that I can remember. Please."
He switches his falchion to his right hand and takes the dagger from me slowly, as if he thinks I'm handing him a venomous snake. "What is this?" I wrap my hand around the back of his knee; he's trembling as hard as I am. "Will you marry me?" No one in the room moves, not even the Queen, who has stopped short a few steps away from us, taking in the scene with a furrowed brow.
"Aurélien," Jensen whispers as tears stream down my cheeks. His lips curl at one corner, and my heart soars. He's going to say yes.
He stares at the dagger for what must be several eternities.
"Yes?" I breathe.
His eyes meet mine. "I hope it was worth it."
The only warning I have is him setting his jaw.
Blinding pain explodes across my face, and the room devolves into chaos.

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Author Maria J. Hart 🍉🐺🩸📚 @mariajhart.bsky.social · 01/08/2025

“It’s fine. I’m fine.” I’m very much not fine. I’m talking to a fucking ghost. Maybe I should call my psychiatrist *tonight.*

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Author Maria J. Hart 🍉🐺🩸📚 @mariajhart.bsky.social · 01/08/2025

#WIPsnips “trick” for today’s vibes. The Illusion Mage is one of the most formidable foes in my WinterWIP, not because of raw power, but because xe gives people exactly what they want. Most people can’t break free of the spell on their own, but Tempest isn’t most people. She’s a force of nature.

"Tempest." Diego lays a heavy hand on my shoulder, and my eyes fly open. He cups my cheek.
"It's okay, Tempest. She's gone. We can be together again."
My heart pounds in my throat. "What?" I croak.
He smiles tenderly and takes my hand. "I still love you, Tempest. And she's out of the way now.
Come here." He pulls me close and brings his mouth down onto mine.
He tastes the same as I remember — like red wine and sorrow. Like I'm going to wake up tomorrow hating myself, but longing for more. For a moment, I almost let myself believe it.
But only for a moment.
I pull away, panting. "It's a good trick, Rook. But there's just one problem." I grab Diego's head and twist until I hear a snap, and he collapses to the ground. "Diego never loved me."
The apparition fades into nothingness, like morning mist dissipating in the sunlight.
But the damage is already done. I open my eyes and sit up, cursing. The doors are flung wide open.
Everyone else is lying on the ground in varying states of confusion, as if they, too, are just coming out of whatever trance the Illusion Mage had put them in.
Eilidh and Jensen are gone.

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Author Maria J. Hart 🍉🐺🩸📚 @mariajhart.bsky.social · 01/08/2025

Another thing I’m done doing as an autistic person working on unmasking: apologizing for asking clarifying questions. I can’t read minds and when I try, I’m always wrong. So I’m just gonna ask.

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Author Maria J. Hart 🍉🐺🩸📚 @mariajhart.bsky.social · 31/07/2025

Idk August having 31 days just never sat right with me

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Spoonie Authors Network @spoonieauthnet.bsky.social · 31/07/2025

On this last day of #DisabilityPrideMonth, our featured author is... well... it’s me, Cait Gordon! I never expected Season One: Iris and the Crew Tear Through Space to become what it did. I’m very blessed. (And there WILL be a Season Two!) Learn more here: wp.me/p88mKz-1Qk

Promo image features Cait Gordon, a white woman with cropped silver hair, teal-rimmed glasses, and who is wearing a tear sleeveless top.

Iris and the Crew Tear Through Space features four of the cast and a little robot. There’s a ship flying above called the S.S. SpoonZ.

Excerpt from the author reads as follows:

"You're all disabled!" the custodian cried.

The captain paused for a moment. He swiftly turned to his chief engineer and signed, "Mr. Herbert, is the ship disabled in any way?"

Herb's private room disappeared as he consulted a live schematic on a wall console. "No, Captain, all systems functioning as expected.”

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Author Maria J. Hart 🍉🐺🩸📚 @mariajhart.bsky.social · 31/07/2025

#WIPsnips “drop” snippet from my PoltergeistWIP Warrior-protector succubus: 1 Rusalka working for a goddess: 0

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The taller woman makes her way toward them, wiggling her fingers as a black blade with swirls of yellow materializes in her hand.
Kalina and I both watch, too dumbfounded to say anything.
When she reaches the monster, she crouches down to stare in its eyes. "Do me a favor, sweetie.
Tell that little Pantheon of Vengeance that the Pendragons are under Hell's protection now, so they'd better tuck their tails between those luscious legs of theirs before I decide to go on the offensive." A twisted smile has formed across the creature's
face. It attempts one last time to break free of the other woman's choke hold, to no avail. Finally, it lets out a wet cackle. "Posture all you want, daughter of Asmodeus. Our victory has already been foretold." The woman tilts her head to one side and grins wickedly. "Then I hope it was also foretold exactly what I'll do to you if you come near this girl again." At that, the monster's smile drops, and fear floods its eyes just as the woman shoves her blade between its ribs. Its piercing, wild screech causes Kalina to cover her ears and grunt in pain, but she doesn't look away as the creature explodes in a million black and yellow sparks.

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AmaraJLynn 🦹 drafting Fire & Feathers @amaralynn.bsky.social · 30/07/2025

Not long left on this bundle!

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Author Maria J. Hart 🍉🐺🩸📚 @mariajhart.bsky.social · 30/07/2025

Bodies of water are plentiful in my books. Here’s a snippet from my second book, Bound by Ancient Blood, where the werewolf FMC and her vampire MMC are crossing a creek to make it home after their abduction.

= Bound By Ancient Blood
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We don't wake until late the following morning.
After I pull on my clothes, we walk along the creek for several minutes until we find a spot where it narrows. Diego gets a running start and jumps it, landing nimbly on the other bank.
I cock an eyebrow at him. "Thanks for the help." He grins. "I wouldn't want to rob you of the
chance to overcome another obstacle."
"And they say chivalry is dead," I quip as I judge how far across the water I will make it before I plunge in.
"Chivalry was made up by men so they could pretend women needed them," he calls.
I put my hands on my hips. "We're allowed to be strong and still want to be pampered, you know." He chuckles. "I thought you said Imane was the master debater." He winks at me, and I shiver.
Maybe some cold creek water would be good for me right now, actually.
"Yeah yeah, save your comedy special for open mic night at the Howling Jackal. And I was on the team, too!" I shake myself, ready to plunge into the water. "Maybe I wasn't a Master, but I was definitely at least a Pada-"
"Try four legs instead of two." He cuts me off, apparently not in the mood for my space opera jokes. His loss.

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Author Maria J. Hart 🍉🐺🩸📚 @mariajhart.bsky.social · 30/07/2025

“Street” #WIPsnips from my WinterWIP. This about sums up Aurélien’s luck 😂

There's a small rack of bikes for public use nearby, but they'll do me no good — there's at least two inches of snow on the ground. Unless they've been magicked to always adhere to the road no matter the weather? I walk over and hop on one.
And fall over almost immediately.
Okay then. I put the bike back and wander to the end of the street.
I had tried to make a map in my head earlier when we went to the restaurant. There had been a sign for the new monorail that loops around the city ... but had it said it was to the east or the west?
Fuck it, I have a fifty percent chance of being correct. I turn west.
Fifteen minutes later, I pass by the house again as I head in the opposite direction.

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Author Maria J. Hart 🍉🐺🩸📚 @mariajhart.bsky.social · 29/07/2025

1. Jensen and Aurélien (long-time partners) 2. Aurélien and Tempest (she has a spear and *very* little patience for this strange man in her yard) 3. Jensen just (thinks he) killed the Queen, and is trying to drag Aurélien to safety, but some bitch with pink hair and an attitude is in his way

A waterfall of long blond hair hits me as soon as my feet meet the ground in the bedroom, and tucks under my chin, right where it belongs. "You're late." The admonishment is muffled in my tunic.
"I'm sorry, baby. But I have a good reason."
"You'd better."

"Give me one reason why I shouldn't run you through right now."
I squint at the shadowy figure as my eyes adjust.
"Who the fuck are you?"
"What?" She makes several indignant noises.
"You're the one sneaking through the yard! I live here, asshole. Who the fuck are you?"

When we part, he hauls me to my feet. "Come on, before they realize she's dead." He looks to the door and realizes that Tempest is leaning against it, examining her nails with a bored expression.
"Yeah, I don't think so," she says simply.
He pulls the dragon cuff off his left ear and clamps the dragon's mouth shut; it expands into a falchion. "Out of our way." She grins. "Or what?"

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Author Maria J. Hart 🍉🐺🩸📚 @mariajhart.bsky.social · 29/07/2025

Things bringing me joy lately: 🦉 The cicadas are singing as I type this 📚 Nonfiction audiobooks 📝 PoltergeistWIP 🤝 Bookish Discord groups 🐴 Dogsitting my neighbor’s floof 📺 Kid is watching Walking Dead (Carl still won’t stay in the damn house) 🎬 K-Pop Demon Hunters 🎶 ⬆️⬆️⬆️ What’s bringing you joy?

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AmaraJLynn 🦹 drafting Fire & Feathers @amaralynn.bsky.social · 28/07/2025

I haven't reiterated it on here, but if itch bundles go away, I'm pretty screwed. It's the only reason I've been getting by, as someone from a disabled married couple, one income, and severe debt. disabilitypac.carrd.co #MakeCensorshipCost #BookSky #itchio #itch

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We’re Disabled and Queer — Itch.io and the Payment Processors Are Starving Us.

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Author Maria J. Hart 🍉🐺🩸📚 @mariajhart.bsky.social · 29/07/2025

Thank you to everyone who has donated so far ❤️ I’m going to keep this going as long as I can!

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Author Maria J. Hart 🍉🐺🩸📚 @mariajhart.bsky.social · 28/07/2025

I use the 🫂 emoji way too much for someone who hates physical touch

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Author Maria J. Hart 🍉🐺🩸📚 @mariajhart.bsky.social · 28/07/2025

Snippet about bones from Born Anew in Blood (CW for gore)

His rib bones crackle and pop as they return to their normal positions. When his skin is seamless once more, the light flares up, blinding us all as it flashes out of existence.
Martín gasps.
Valentina screams.
I black out.

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Author Maria J. Hart 🍉🐺🩸📚 @mariajhart.bsky.social · 28/07/2025

#WIPsnips “trash” snippet from my PoltergeistWIP. Aislinn still isn’t used to her poltergeist powers, so emotional triggers can have unpredictable effects on the physical world — and the livings who have to clean up after her.

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"I said I was sorry!"
You need to learn to control yourself, Magnus admonishes. His fur has only just returned to its normal level of fluffiness.
I roll my eyes. "Your ears are going to get stuck in airplane mode, you know."
Shahparee snorts as she dumps another pan of glass into the trash can, but coughs to cover it.
Magnus puts his tail up like a periscope, sits in front of the screen door, and yowls. Shahparee rolls her eyes and opens it; he trots inside without another word. "You okay?" She asks once he's disappeared up the stairs.
"Fine." I pull on the end of my ponytail, and she raises a brow at me.
"Yeah, seems like it. That's why I'm cleaning up a bazillion pieces of this window — for funsies." I cross my arms. "I just wasn't expecting... that
word."
"So you took it out on the window?"
"You know I didn't mean to!" I protest. I hadn't meant for a literal wave of fury to come off of me and shatter the glass, but here we are.

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