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T. Frohock (she/her) @tfrohock.com · 01/10/2026

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T. Frohock (she/her) @tfrohock.com · 30/09/2026

The Book Quote word this week is 'treat' #BookQW #BookSky and in a gothic mansion in the Black Forest, Diago is entertained by the Grier brothers over a poisoned meal:

A cream background with dark red Art Deco designs in the four corners and a screen shot of the cover of Where Oblivion Lives a dark red color with a yellow abstract angel on the cover. The text of the excerpt reads: Karl leaned forward. “You must understand that my pursuit of archaeological details about the house has led me to other ancient texts. For example, those symbols”—he pointed to the band of Diago’s ring—“are used by nefilim to work their spells of intent.”

“Spells?” Diago choked on the word. He couldn’t be seen taking this kind of talk seriously. And I have to do it without insulting him. He treated the mortal to an incredulous smile and raised his eyebrows. “By nefilim? I thought they were biblical giants, not witches.”

“That is what they have led the mortals to believe. You see, the nefilim controlled the narrative by writing mortal histories. They inserted falsehoods into the myths of ancient beings to disguise their presence among the mortals. Nefilim are actually hybrids, who are the children of angels and mortals.”

Karl was dangerously close to the truth.

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T. Frohock (she/her) @tfrohock.com · 25/09/2026

This is the face of a dog who has been at the vet WAAAY longer than she wanted to be but because she’s an old girl we’re checking her thyroid too.

A brindle pit bull lying on a hardwood floor also my left knee and tennis shoes

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T. Frohock (she/her) @tfrohock.com · 24/09/2026

I'm a bit overwhelmed right now--okay, I stay overwhelmed, but here is what's been going on: My terrible horrible cabinets. This began as a weekend project that has taken a year. Let me explain: 1/

My terrible horrible cabinets. This began as a weekend project that has taken a year. Let me explain: What you’re seeing in this photo is white latex paint over oil based avocado green. Beneath these two layers is a polyurethane coating.

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T. Frohock (she/her) @tfrohock.com · 15/09/2026

"Gorgeous writing; LGBT+; rich historical fiction … It reminds me of Anne Rice at her best." —K.D. Edwards, author of the Tarot Sequence series Available now: awfulagent.com/serie/los-ne...

The covers of 4 Los Nefilim novels: Los Nefilim, Where Oblivion Lives, Carved from Stone and Dream, and A Song with Teeth with the text LOS NEFILIM THE COMPLETE SERIES

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T. Frohock (she/her) @tfrohock.com · 09/09/2026

DRIP is today's #BookQW and this one comes from CARVED FROM STONE AND DREAM, where Rafael's nightmare becomes reality: Choose Bookshop dot org as your vendor so you can give to your favorite indie bookstore: awfulagent.com/ebooks/carve...

A picture of a circle of sigils encircling a skull and the title CARVED FROM STONE AND DREAM T.FROHOCK in white print on a dark green background with the text: Midair over the cavity was a single mirror, which whirled lazily. The colors of the prisoners’ song rose up and disappeared into the glass, only to return as darkness, deeper than any darkness in the mortal realm. Ichor from the mirror dripped over the boulder and sizzled across the nefilim’s upturned faces.

Rafael cringed from the smell of scorched flesh. A low moan burned at the back of his throat as he remembered his nightmare and the spinning mirror over Miquel’s head. No. Not my Miquel.

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T. Frohock (she/her) @tfrohock.com · 08/09/2026

"The best series you've never heard of ..." awfulagent.com/serie/los-ne...

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T. Frohock (she/her) @tfrohock.com · 05/09/2026

From one of my favorite scenes in Where Oblivion Lives of the #LosNefilim series: awfulagent.com/serie/los-ne...

A dark guitar on a black background with the text: Diago didn’t discount Miquel’s concerns about the ring. “If I wear Prieto’s tear, will you relax?” The relief in Miquel’s eyes told him the answer before his husband breathed, “Yes. Because these wolves, they are not just in the western fields. They are everywhere.” Diago remembered Carme’s warning. They run in packs. Which meant Carme and Miquel were looking for a cell of traitors within Los Nefilim’s ranks. “Okay. I’ll wear it for Rafael.” “For you. Wear it to protect you. Because if you die, you will take my heart with you, and if you take my heart, how will I live?”

A photo of a falling angel, the cover of Where Oblivion Lives and the text "Angels Falling, Mouths full of Black"

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T. Frohock (she/her) @tfrohock.com · 02/09/2026

Today's word for Book Quote Wednesday is 'appear' #BookQW and is from one of my favorite scenes from Los Nefilim. Diago is struggling to explain his relationship with Miquel to his 6y/o son and Miquel isn't helping at all ... awfulagent.com/ebooks/los-n...

A cover shot of Los Nefilim (dark blue cover with a teal circle of sigils surrounding a scorpion) by T. Frohock with the text: Rafael’s only encounter with the Church appeared to be in the form of the rather daunting specter of Sister Benita. Diago hoped she hadn’t inflicted too much damage on his son’s worldview, but until he was sure, it was best he and Miquel were circumspect about their relationship.

Rafael ran his finger along the chain. “But if you love Miquel, why don’t you wear your ring on your finger?”

“It’s complicated.” Diago unclasped the hook and slipped the ring from the chain.

Rafael touched the silver band. “Miquel wears his ring.”

From the kitchen, Miquel sang, “Yes, he does!”

Rafael looked up at Diago and frowned. The child was genuinely trying to understand. “Is Miquel your wife?”

Miquel’s laughter rang out in the kitchen.
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T. Frohock (she/her) @tfrohock.com · 02/09/2026

So I promised I'd let everyone know when it was finally ready and the links are slowly coming alive across the book world. Here is the story I swore would be my last, because I was sure it would never sell and I was ready to quit writing: awfulagent.com/ebooks/los-n...

A screenshot of the cover art for Los Nefilim by T. Frohock (a dark blue cover with a teal circle of sigils surrounding a scorpion) surrounded by the words Found Family, Dark Fantasy, Non-toxic Male Friendships, Action, M/M Romance, Music-Based Magic, Mystery, Supernatural gangsters, and Nefilim Fighting Angels and Daimons!

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T. Frohock (she/her) @tfrohock.com · 22/08/2026

For those who don't know: August is the 90th anniversary of the murder of the Spanish poet, Federico García Lorca, who wrote:

I want to sleep for half a second,
a second, a minute, a century,
but I want everyone to know that I am still alive,
that I have a golden manger inside my lips,
that I am the little friend of the west wind,
that I am the elephantine shadow of my own tears.

When it's dawn just throw some sort of cloth over me
because I know dawn will toss fistfuls of ants at me,
and pour a little hard water over my shoes
so that the scorpion claws of the dawn will slip off.

Because I want to sleep the sleep of the apples,
and learn a mournful song that will clean all earth away from me,
because I want to live with that shadowy child
who longed to cut his heart open far out at sea.

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T. Frohock (she/her) @tfrohock.com · 20/08/2026

LOL, I couldn't get it all on BlueSky. What blew me away is that the statement was written in 1895. Here it is:

Reading Hitler's Monsters (Kurlander) and came across this quote: "As the French scholar Gustave Le Bon argued in The Psychology of the Crowd (1895), even the most intelligent or skeptical individual in modern society could succumb to suggestion in the presence of less critical or wholly ignorant peers. This phenomenon was especially true of crowds that were influenced by an 'expert', such as a trained medium or a charismatic politician like Hitler." (p.26)

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T. Frohock (she/her) @tfrohock.com · 07/08/2026

Also, the review isn't wrong about Lorca's poetry. It is hard to translate into English. If you're interested in his poetry, I suggest the bilingual edition edited by Christopher Maurer

Federico Garcia Lorca Collected Poems A Bilingual Edition Edited by Christopher Maurer ISBN 9780374526917 An abstract image of a bowl of lemons in front of a blue window framed by pale yellow curtains.

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T. Frohock (she/her) @tfrohock.com · 15/07/2026

Today's #BookQW Wednesday word is change and this is from one of my favorite scenes in Miserere--when Lucian walked through the Ieursal Barren and was saved from his own ghosts by a child's prayer: www.tfrohock.com/fiction2

Lucian detected a subtle shift beneath the resonance of the old magic. This was no echo. Whatever caused the change was different from anything he’d ever felt before—something old but still very, very powerful.

He started walking again. The slope grew steep. Each step was agony. He stopped to rest, leaning on his cane with both hands, his boot tight around his calf.

Lucian, the sudden whisper was right at his shoulder.

A cover shot of the novel Miserere on a mauve background accompanied by the following excerpt: The wind snatched at his hair. He raised his head and saw nothing, no one. The words weren’t spoken aloud. He wanted to touch the hilt of his sword but feared releasing his cane. The pain in his hip and back became an agony.

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T. Frohock (she/her) @tfrohock.com · 15/06/2026

I got the loveliest retirement gift today from a lady who has worked here with me for a long time. Not pictured is the gift certificate to our new indie bookstore (Ink & Ivy). <3

A beautiful gift wrapped with brown flowered paper and reading stickers with a tiny copy of little women and a black ribbon.

A journal with a black cat sitting on a quarter moon with stars all over and magical symbols on the cat’s coat. The black ribbon from the gift holds the journal shut

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T. Frohock (she/her) @tfrohock.com · 15/05/2026

I'm reading Antony Beevor's RUSSIA and came across this passage, which immediately made me think of the past few days of committee hearings, where administration officials never answered a single question but merely repeated slogans. (The same is true of their Fox News appearances.) 1/

One of the Bolsheviks' great strengths at a time when the masses had little political sophistication was to make their orators repeat slogans, not to try to convince their audience through argument (a technique which still seems to work). On a train to Orel, a right-wing relative of the composer Rimsky-Korsakov found himself in a carriage with a group of apprentice agitators. One or two had little Bolshevik-fashion goatees. "They repeated slogans aloud in order to memorize them: "Peace to the ..."

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T. Frohock (she/her) @tfrohock.com · 10/05/2026

Happy Mothers' Day: (The full text is here:) tile.loc.gov/storage-serv...

In the name of womanhood and of humanity, I earnestly ask that a general congress of women, without limit of nationality, may be appointed and held at some place deemed most convenient, and at the earliest period consistent with its objects, to promote the alliance of the different nationalities, the amicable settlement of international questions, the great and general interests of peace. JULIA WARD HOWE. Boston, September, 1870.

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T. Frohock (she/her) @tfrohock.com · 02/05/2026

Someone has been walking on the keyboard again.

Photo of a keyboard with a cat’s claw between the F4and F5 keys

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T. Frohock (she/her) @tfrohock.com · 30/04/2026

I would like to draw your attention to a couple of things here: 1) check out that email address and the 2 "i"s in "radiostatiion"; 2) AI-Pam does, in fact, have a "severe 'brain' disorder," because I never wrote any of those things, so I have no idea WTF AI-Pam is babbling about.

Email Address: info.aota.radiostatiion@gmail.com

Message: Hello,

Unless I have a severe brain disorder, we haven’t met before. Your work surfaced during our programming review for an upcoming global broadcast sequence, and that is the specific reason I am reaching out.

Specifically, our team was reviewing: "Lasts and Firsts"

We were moved by your "tacit emphasis on transitions" and the way you’ve captured the annual mile markers that define a child’s year. The sensory richness of June bugs hitting screens and the "last snow day" announcement via radio is exactly the kind of evocative, rhythmic storytelling that we believe belongs in a high-end auditory landscape.

I am Pam Stack, Founder of the Authors on the Air Global Radio Network. I am not here to occupy your inbox, so I will get straight to the point.

We are preparing for our next production rotation and we are moving beyond standard interviews. We are selecting a limited number of master storytellers to feature through "Theatre of the Mind" audio experiences, transforming your narrative into an immersive feature paired with professional voice talent and custom sound engineering.

The Scale of the Network:

Global Footprint: We broadcast and stream across 153 countries, engaging a sophisticated community of readers, educators, and families who value literary thoughtfulness.

U.S. Dominance: Through our partnership with iHeartRadio, your feature enters a stream reaching 158 million monthly listeners.

Market Impact: iHeartRadio reaches 9 out of 10 Americans every month, providing the elite social proof required to bridge the gap between a celebrated author and a globally recognized media personality.

I do not invite just anyone. Because we maintain strict production standards to protect our broadcast quality, we only open a few slots for this cycle.

Would you like me to send over the short breakdown of how this works for your book and your audience?

A simple 'Yes' or 'Interested' is perfect.

Pam Stack

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T. Frohock (she/her) @tfrohock.com · 11/04/2026

I've always loved Rachael best out of all the characters in Miserere. In the fully revised version of this story, I was able to focus entirely on her and her battle with her trauma. You can find out more at awfulagent.com/ebooks/miser...

A forest obscured by a dark red background and the following text: The residue of Lucian’s magic tingled through her veins. Ever since his exile, she’d starved her heart of his love and purged her flesh of his touch. All she kept were his notes, because somewhere in those words lay her freedom from the creature eating her brain. But Lucian her lover? He was dead to her. Until tonight. She slammed her hand against the wall and strangled her angry cry, afraid her emotions would resurrect the demon. The dead don’t come back. But sometimes they did.

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T. Frohock (she/her) @tfrohock.com · 08/04/2026

Today's #BookQW is QUICK and this passage is from MISERERE just before the exorcism:

A picture of the cover of Miserere (A man kneeling between two woman all are dressed in armor) and the following passage: Grabbing Caleb’s sword, Lucian whirled. He couldn’t leave the man there. If Caleb returned to consciousness during the exorcism, they’d all be helpless against him. One strike would suffice. The death would be quick, almost painless.
Lindsay grabbed his arm. “We said no more killing. We said that. You promised, Lucian.”
He looked from the girl’s horrified eyes back to Caleb.
“They’re the killers. Not us.” Lindsay dug her fingers into his forearm.

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T. Frohock (she/her) @tfrohock.com · 03/04/2026

For those who missed an earlier announcement: Miserere is now available in ebook from Bookshop.org, so you can support your favorite indie bookstore. If you like your fiction dark with demonic possession and lovers akin to LadyHawke, then this is the book for you.

A montage of two white roses, a raven, text from a Slavic psalter against a brown and blue background of spooky trees.

As Rachael opened the armoire to retrieve a clean sheet, a sudden spate of dizziness almost toppled her. The hair on her arms rose in response to an electric charge in the air.

This wasn’t the demon. Rachael immediately recognized the static in the air. Somewhere, a Katharos opened a gate between Woerld and hell, and she knew the signature of this Katharos’s magic as well as she knew her own. Lucian.

What the stronger Katharoi might feel as a mild discomfort, Rachael felt like a punch to the face because of her possession. She shouted in surprise and anger.

Shadows, dry as October spiders, skittered from the corners of the room and blackened the edges of her vision. Fire snarled her synapses, driving her thoughts like quicksilver as the demon surged forward, feeding on the chaos unleashed by the open hell gate.

She spoke the exorcism faster now. “In principio erat Verbum ...” In the beginning was the Word ...

The demon howled through her mind and filled her head with a buzz of roaring wind and fury. This is how hurricanes scream.

A picture of three people in realistic armor: one woman with dark hair wears plate armor and holds a wavy sword, the other two people wear chainmail armor similar to Templars and hold swords. The man kneels between the two women.

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T. Frohock (she/her) @tfrohock.com · 02/04/2026

Do we get the gods we deserve? Just a brilliant take on women, religion, and AI:

And what does that misplaced reverence say about us, about our capacity to contend with real mystery? AI is predictable by its design; that is how large language models work, through probability. Premodern mysticism was not concerned with the predictable or the probable, but with the opposite: with moments of irruption, of disabling wonder. Why do we want our gods to be so bland, our oracles so anemic? Do we get the gods we deserve?

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T. Frohock (she/her) @tfrohock.com · 25/03/2026

Today's #BookQW is FACE, and here is a passage from In Midnight's Silence when Miquel finds out about Diago's son, Rafael. Nefilim and angels who work their magic through music:

Art deco frames on a purple textured background. Cover art for Los Nefilim by T. Frohock and the following text: Diago lowered his voice. “I won’t leave him like my father left me. If you don’t want to stay—” I will sorrow for ten thousand years. Diago swallowed hard. “I’ll understand.”

Miquel made no sign he heard. He glared at Prieto, his fist working at his side. Afraid he might forget himself and attack the angel, Diago eased in front of him and waited until Miquel met his gaze before he whispered, “Please. I need you.”

Rafael wiped the corner of his eye with the sleeve of his coat. “I don’t want to go back to Sister Benita.”

“You won’t,” Miquel snapped as he turned his dark gaze to Diago. “And you, you know why I’m angry.”

“I know.” Diago exhaled and bowed his head as he clutched Rafael’s hand. “You’re right. We’ll talk. I promise.”

Miquel maneuvered the child between them. “Later.”

“That’s so sweet.” Prieto rolled the red marble beneath his palm in small circular motions. “But you won’t get to keep him, Diago. He’s ours. Candela hid him from us. We were looking in Sevilla, but here he was in Barcelona, tucked behind the black skirts of the nuns. Such a waste.” He ran his tongue over his upper lip. “Sister Benita was more than happy to turn him over to me. She thinks he is the devil’s son. I made sure she knew he was merely a daimon.” Prieto chucked at his own joke.

“You think this is funny?” Miquel's face flushed crimson. “What do you want, Prieto? You didn’t stage this little drama for your own amusement. You need something from us, or we wouldn’t be here.”

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T. Frohock (she/her) @tfrohock.com · 21/03/2026

This is the 3rd Los Nefilim novel. I just finished tightening it for a new edition. This one was the roughest of them all, because when I wrote it, we were in the beginning days of COVID. Anyway, here is the new cover with one of my favorite quotes.

A vintage shot of Paris behind the cover for A Song With Teeth and the following quotes: A Beautiful Marriage of LGBT Fiction and Historical Fantasy. In a time where stories can often at times feel formulaic, this novel dares to be different and wears it with pride. --Charlie Ceates, Culture Vulture

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T. Frohock (she/her) @tfrohock.com · 18/03/2026

Still playing with videos and images, because it's relaxing and I like to practice before the final promo effort. This is my favorite of the 3 Los Nefilim books:

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T. Frohock (she/her) @tfrohock.com · 14/03/2026

An excerpt from Where Oblivion Lives. Here, Diago is lost in the memory of a past life. One that didn't end well for him. It's one of my favorite scenes:

Diago stands in a room ravaged by his song. Frigid air chills his lungs. The drifts of parchment around his feet are all too real. Rushes, freshly woven into mats and sprinkled with meadowsweet can’t quash the odor of scorched glyphs tracing veins of silver over the stone walls. Tapestries lay crumpled against the floor, splashed with blood. A quill lands by the open window; the feather trembles like his heart.

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T. Frohock (she/her) @tfrohock.com · 13/03/2026

If you missed my dark fantasy series, Los Nefilim, the first time, stay tuned, because I'm bringing my backlist up to date. While you're waiting, meet Los Nefilim:

Diago: She needed his dreams, she said, the whisper of his darkness. His father had been a nefil, the son of a daimon, and his mother an angel, who took her mortal form to give birth to him. He was the only nefil who carried the power of both angel and daimon in his voice. Candela insisted that his unique heritage gave him the ability to understand the song. No other nefil would do.

Miquel: Miquel knew the house was empty before he opened the door but he went through the motions to satisfy Guillermo. Diago’s hat and coat were gone. All that remained of his husband’s presence was the scent of his cologne. Guillermo examined the front door. “No sign of forced entry. What about the kitchen?” Nothing but their breakfast dishes piled neatly in the sink. The backdoor hadn’t been forced either and Miquel said as much. “This is my fault. I told him this morning to trust.”

Guillermo: Suero stopped the car in front of a shabby apartment building on Carrer del Carme. Guillermo leaned forward and trapped him in his seat with one meaty hand on the young nefil’s shoulder. “Find Amparo and bring her to number eight. She will answer to me. Then you put a tail on Garcia. He’s communicating with an angel, a German, that calls himself Engel. Keep our people away from Engel for now. I don’t want him to know we’re onto him. “Everyone pairs up until I’ve gotten to the bottom of this. If anyone fucks up, I will have that nefil’s head on my gate. “Spread the word and make them believe.”

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T. Frohock (she/her) @tfrohock.com · 13/03/2026

Having fun with images and one of my favorite Los Nefilim quotes by @paracactus.bsky.social

Supernatural Action in 1930s Barcelona! A picture of a gangster holding a gun and the cover of Los Nefilim by T. Frohock with one of my favorite quotes: "I say Nefilim, but really, they are more of a supernatural mafia." --Para, To Other Worlds

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T. Frohock (she/her) @tfrohock.com · 10/03/2026

So I made this and I made it without sound so you can insert the sound in your head like I have to do:

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T. Frohock (she/her) @tfrohock.com · 14/02/2026

Emerson, guardian of the afternoon nap.

Black on the arm of the couch in a living room.

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T. Frohock (she/her) @tfrohock.com · 04/02/2026

Book Quote Wednesday's word is 'back' and I found a 2-fer in Miserere: #BookQW #BookSky

Lucian took one look before he stepped back from the rank odor of rust and mold flowing out of the darkness. He had no chance of escaping his sister’s guards on foot, especially through damp caverns. This was a cruel joke. “Are you mad? You expect me to crawl into that hole and go where?”
“I thought you wanted an opportunity, or are you still looking for an easier way?” Father Matt’s voice turned as frigid as the air flowing out of the pit. “Perhaps you’d rather crawl back to your sister and throw yourself to her mercy. Obey her every command.”
A pit of ice opened in his stomach at the thought of Catarina’s rage. Suffering upon suffering would result from his walking out on her this morning.
“I thought so.” The priest held the little ball of light up before Lucian’s fearful eyes. “The light comes from our souls, Lucian, and you know by my light I am Katharos, because the fallen can’t make light—”
“They only steal it,” he whispered.

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T. Frohock (she/her) @tfrohock.com · 26/11/2025

Today's #BookQW is "run" and here, Rachael sees Lucian for the first time in years ...

Run: Lucian kept his right leg away from her and leaned heavily on his cane. Blood seeped into his beard from a wound on his cheek. Beneath his tan, his skin was sallow, the circles beneath his eyes black.
In his gaze Rachael immediately recognized the agony no drug could heal. She knew that look well. She had broken all her mirrors so she wouldn’t have to see her own distraught stare day after day.
Now her pain looked back at her through his dark eyes, and for one blind moment, she wanted to run him through with her sword. Just to make their anguish stop. www.tfrohock.com #BookQW

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T. Frohock (she/her) @tfrohock.com · 20/11/2025

Miserere sitting in some good company here. If you liked one of these, then you might like Miserere! If you want to give it a go, you can buy it here: awfulagent.com/ebooks/miser...

A screen shot of five novels beginning with Miserere: An Autumn Tale and people that liked Miserere also liked BLOOD TRAIL by Tanya Huff, DEATH MASKS by Jim Butcher, THE WITCH ROADS by Kate Elliott, and THE DAUGHTERS' WAR by Christopher Buehlman.

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T. Frohock (she/her) @tfrohock.com · 11/11/2025

Convincing you to read my novel by the first sentence. Share yours if you want. (This is the opening to Miserere: An Autumn Tale):

Night shadows deepened when Lucian extinguished the candle beside his bed. The cry beyond his chamber ended too soon for him to determine its source. He listened for the noise to repeat itself.
The hearth fire crackled. The blaze saturated the room with heat, but Catarina forbade open windows. His twin was always cold.
Sweat crawled through his hair. The seconds ticked into minutes. He remained still. Listening. Wondering if they intended to come for him.

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T. Frohock (she/her) @tfrohock.com · 30/10/2025

8. WORMWOOD by Layla Martínez: This has been on my to-read pile all summer and I want to get to it after THE UNWORTHY.

A beetle crawls over the letter "o" and two panels of wood frame half a woman's face as she stares out at the reader.

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T. Frohock (she/her) @tfrohock.com · 30/10/2025

I haven't read these yet, but they're next up in the queue: 7. THE UNWORTHY by Agustina Bazterrica: After Tender is the Flesh, I can't wait to crack THE UNWORTHY. Bazterrica is on my to-watch list from now on.

Black background and a nun holding her hands up in supplication. The nun's body is in shades of ombre white to red.

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T. Frohock (she/her) @tfrohock.com · 30/10/2025

6. THE NIGHT THAT FINDS US ALL by John Hornor Jacobs: I'm currently reading this, but I'm almost finished, so I feel very safe in recommending Jacobs' latest. It's novel of a haunted sailing boat and the story moves at breakneck speed. First rate from Jacobs. Again.

A sailing ship floating on a sea of blood into a cove.

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T. Frohock (she/her) @tfrohock.com · 30/10/2025

5. SHE IS A HAUNTING by Trang Thanh Tran: One part haunted house, 10 parts haunted person. It's a great horror story about family and the bonds that bind.

A young woman's face: she is crying and flowers are sprouting from her lips.

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T. Frohock (she/her) @tfrohock.com · 30/10/2025

4. STARVE ACRE by Andrew Michael Hurley: Yeah, yeah, I know it's a movie, but the book is probably one of the finest examples of folk horror that I've read in years.

A woodcut drawing of a twisting oak with a hangman's noose twisted on one branch.

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T. Frohock (she/her) @tfrohock.com · 30/10/2025

3. DARK MATTER by Michelle Paver: If you're looking for the perfect fireside/hot coca/winter read, here it is. Paver's prose is as dark and cold as the environment is this spooky ghost story.

A black and white image of whale bones on an artic beach.

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