I have two fantasy pieces to promote, if that is okay. I’m very open to feedback on these! I know they’re still quite short and unfortunately I cannot maintain a regular posting schedule as I am very busy at the moment but I keep folks updated in my announcements section.
Synopsis: The Red Cloaks have governed the islands for generations, ensuring a time of peace and prosperity. The Purple Cloaks have been their biggest rivals, but never proving to be more than a minor irritation - until one day, when everything changes and the Red Cloaks are brought down to their knees.
With the reign of his father over, Chessren is forced to don the crown as a puppet for those who murdered his family. His sister, Tariyne, escapes capture and seeks her families allies with the hope of rescuing her brother and removing the usurpers from power and denying the lies that they spread.
The villains of this story, however, are not who they seem.
Excerpt from Chapter One: It was all red. Her colour. It was pooling around his head, melting away into the cracks of the cold stone floor. It rolled down the candelabra she clutched and onto her hands, consuming them as it had claimed the thigh of her left leg. A moment ago there had been no red. Now there was a man dead at her feet.
He was wearing purple. It had been the first thing she had noticed when he dropped to the ground after she had struck him in the head; she was then able to stop and process what had happened. The man was dead and yet it had made Tariyne grasp her makeshift weapon even tighter; that colour should not be here.
Her thoughts were scrambled and she could make nothing of them. She could not feel anything but the throbbing in her leg where she had taken a hit and the single voice screaming in the back of her head that told her that this was all wrong. From what she had seen this man should not have made it this far. He should have been dead before he even got within the castle walls. She felt a renewed sense of fear take hold over the subsiding rush of adrenaline. This was no assassin that she had encountered, this man had not come here alone.
Title: Trial of Tails
Synopsis: When the end of the world came, it was not an end for all life. Flora, with nothing to hold it back, kept growing and growing, strangling all who dared to oppose it. Some fauna prospered, whilst others suffered. The food chain took on a new form.
Cats survived, though their status as predators near the top of the food chain was disrupted. Now more prey than predator, cats struggle, forced to band together in colonies in the overgrown, evolving in intelligence and wits to stay alive. In the cursed places, they live alone, scattered and clinging onto their independence. And on the coast, isolated from the rest of the world, the cats thrive - until now.
There is something out there that is a greater threat to the survival of the once house-cats and ferals than those who now hunt them and the rivalries they maintain over food and territory. It struck once and then vanished, seemingly vanquished. But it never was.
Except from Chapter One: Moth watched with wide eyes as Salt glided through the air, gaining more distance than her short legs would suggest possible - and then she plummeted. A fall from there would undoubtedly shatter her bones. Somehow, she managed to catch the tail of the bird in her mouth. The bird fought to keep itself airborne as Salt scrambled at its underbelly to maintain her grip, the force of her landing further unbalancing it and threatening to pull it from the sky. The seagull dived downwards, shrieking, twisting and flapping, a powerful wing catching Dandelion and throwing him away. As the ginger tom hit the sand Moth sprung up, catching the bird in the neck. Unable to counter his momentum, the seagull hit the sand. Moth felt its neck crunch under his teeth. He held on as the bird stilled, watching as Salt pushed away the mangled tail feathers and rolled away from the dying creature. She lay there for a moment, recovering her breath.
“You could have got yourself killed.” Dandelion’s shadow fell over her. She didn’t acknowledge his presence, glancing instead at Moth.
“And you would be seagull-fodder. Moth would have done the same, he was looking to the cliffs when I jumped.” She responded coolly, shrugging as she pulled herself out of the sand with her back toward Dandelion. “I think it’s dead Moth.”