I'm going to cut right to the chase: As of today, I have reacquired the rights to DAYBREAK RISING, previously with Torquere Press, and will be self-publishing it. (Don't worry, I couldn't part with the beautiful cover design by Kris Norris. That stays!)
"But Kiran, I already pre-ordered it. You've got two weeks before release day, man. What are you thinking?!" -- Don't worry! I'll still be sending your pre-order the night before DAYBREAK RISING is officially available (9/20/2016 in the USA--21/9/2016 for those in Oceania), but you'll also get a personalized email from me! (And maybe a sketch or a hand-written short story.)
As for those of you that were waiting for DAYBREAK RISING to be on Amazon to pre-order a copy, that should be happening VERY soon. I'm thrilled to announce that the wonderful Lyssa Chiavari is going to be formatting it for Kindle. Which means that if you liked the amazing decorative elements that went into the paperback of FOURTH WORLD, you're in for a treat.
This also means I have the ability to print editions of DAYBREAK RISING much, much sooner than I'd planned. You read that right. You'll be able to hold it, smell it, and flip through it very, very soon. Amazing? I think so.
Again, DAYBREAK RISING is releasing on the EXACT SAME DAY it was supposed to originally, 9/21/2016 at midnight EST. That's 22/9/2016 for those of us in Oceania.
I'll be announcing a promotional contest (Ooh! Prizes!) next week to celebrate the upcoming release of DAYBREAK RISING--so keep your eyes glued to this blog, GoodReads, and my Twitter/Facebook pages for more information on that!
Is this timeline to finalize the book ridiculous? You bet. Is it harrowing? Absolutely. But I have faith it's all going to get done, and done better than I could have dreamed of. I'm now able to give it the love and care it deserves, particularly in terms of promotion. The next books in the Embers of Redemption trilogy are on the docket for 2017 and 2018, respectively.
DRAGONSONG will be releasing under a new publisher (MORE ON THAT LATER, FRIENDS) hopefully in late 2017 or early 2018.
It will be available in print and digital editions across multiple distributors. It may have a series of short stories following it. For all I know, it might get a sequel. We'll see. The world is wide, friends.
My as-of-yet unnamed trans boy prince YA will hopefully release in 2018-2019 under the same publisher. Again, maybe sooner. We'll have to see how fast I write/if the world wants me to write more about the Ember Operative before I start something new!
I am also going to be drafting my very first royal/historical romance, featuring the above transgender prince--By then a king, in 2019 I hope, if not sooner. Yes, you heard right. Me. Writing historical romance. This. Is. Happening.
Also, I'm working on something really exciting with Lyssa, Claudie, B.R. Sanders, and RoAnna Sylver at the moment, which I'm totally excited to share more about with you all after the new year. Hang in there, folks. The last 4 months of 2016, and the start of 2017 are going to be amazing.
I am excited about these changes, and love the team I'm working with to make my new releases the absolute best that they can be.
I also want to thank Torquere Press for its support and enthusiasm for my work. I truly appreciate all the support and enthusiasm they've shared for DAYBREAK RISING. Thank you to my editors at Torquere for their patience, Kris for making such a beautiful cover that I actually bought it so I could keep it, and to Kristi and Joanna for being a joy to work with these last few months and making this transition absolutely painless for me.
If you have any questions, please feel free to shoot me a DM on twitter or hit up the handy little contact form above.
Thank you so, so much for all of your continued support. I would not be writing today without all of you.
You heard right. DAYBREAK RISING is available for pre-order on my publisher Torquere Press's website!
You can also add it to your GoodReads TBR if you're so inclined.
Celosia Brennan was supposed to be a hero. After a spectacular failure that cost her people their freedom, she is offered a once-in-a-lifetime chance at redemption. Together with a gifted team of rebels, she not only sets her sights on freedom, but also defeating her personal demons along the way.
Now branded a failure, Celosia desperately volunteers for the next mission: taking down the corrupt Council with a team of her fellow elementally gifted mages. Leading the Ember Operative gives Celosia her last hope at redemption. They seek to overthrow the Council once and for all, this time bringing the fight to Valeria, the largest city under the Council’s iron grip. But Celosia’s new teammates don’t trust her—except for Ianthe, a powerful Ice Elementalist who happens to believe in second chances.
With Council spies, uncontrolled magic, and the distraction of unexpected love, Celosia will have to win the trust of her teammates and push her abilities to the breaking point to complete the Ember Operative. Except if she falters this time, there won’t be any Elementalists left to stop the Council from taking over not only her country, but also their entire world.
In early 2015, I got my first book deal.
In early 2016, I got my second. For the same book.
My journey toward publishing DAYBREAK RISING didn’t go at all how I planned it to. At some points, I thought it was going to never see the light of day. It took the help of many amazing friends, but I managed to get the rights back to this novel before it fell by the wayside, never to be seen again. When I submitted it to Torquere Press, I had no idea what was going to happen.
Needless to say, I was shocked when they said they wanted it. A year after it was originally scheduled to debut, DAYBREAK RISING will be arriving to e-readers near you on September 21, 2016. I’m nervous, excited, and more than a bit apprehensive about it all, to be honest.
As someone living with anxiety, there’s a constant hum that never quite goes away. Fear. Fear of completely and utterly bombing this. Of not succeeding. Of living the rest of my life wondering if I’ve wasted the time I was given. Considering my own entrance into the world was three months early and I defied 90% odds at death to get here, I know that anxiety’s insistence about having wasted my first 31 years on this planet is at best, pure BS.
It’s hard to face the fear anxiety brings. I’m not going to sugar coat this. I’ve stayed away from Twitter for a few months now, as it’s not the safe place it once was. There’s a lot of things I could say about that. Not today.
Confronting that constant fear is difficult. Since starting the publishing journey I’ve not only been on a rollercoaster in terms of my own writing, but my transition. It will be a year since I started testosterone in August. I was afraid at first, especially having started my transition in Texas of all places. I still am afraid, sometimes. As my facial hair starts coming in darker, my voice continues to drop, and my body continues to change--The fear lingers. Will I lose the people I care about? Will my friends still want me around? What about my family?
[I know these fears are unfounded, despite what anxiety tries to tell me. I have been met with nothing but love and acceptance from my friends and family since coming out. I am beyond grateful for that.]
Celosia is a lot like me in that respect. When she first starts her journey in DAYBREAK RISING, she’s deathly afraid of failure. She’s already lost so much, the thought of losing any more people she loves is terrifying. She deals with her anxiety head-on, most of the time--Unlike me. “Bring it on,” is something she’d say to her former self if she could, I’m sure.
I spent a year and a half wondering if DAYBREAK RISING was ever going to release. Throughout that time, I’ve gotten married, began my transition, moved 10,000 miles, and graduated from university.
Hey, anxiety. That’s a lot of things I’ve succeeded at. How do you like them apples?
I never thought this day would actually arrive, but I’m so thrilled to share with you this gorgeous cover, designed by the wonderful Kris Norris. I'd be forever grateful if you'd add it to your GoodReads shelves.
Thank you all for supporting me, for your amazing reviews of the eARC if you’ve gotten it, and all of the love you’ve shared with me over the last 18 months. Without you, I wouldn’t be writing this today. Thank you doesn't seem like enough.
Without further ado, here it is. Presenting the cover of DAYBREAK RISING, book one in the Embers of Redemption trilogy.
A little less than three months from now, Without Benefits will be showing up on doorsteps and in e-readers! But today we get a first look at the amazing cover, designed by Ashley at Cardboard Monet! Ashley even did a special photoshoot just for this cover.
Here's a bit about the book:
Emma will always be a New Yorker at heart, even though she has a perfect life in Seattle. She has a prestigious job fundraising for the Seattle Symphony, a handsome boyfriend who adores her, and a Belltown apartment with views of the Sound. It should be more than enough to keep her pain from not playing the piano, and her 9/11 nightmares, away.
But when her old college crush, Owen, comes back into her life, it’s more than just spending time with him that’s causing cracks in her picture-perfect life. As she steps back on stage, and back into the spotlight, her connection with Owen and his world, dredges up old memories that Emma worked hard to forget.
Emma’s past comes back to haunt her, forcing her to face the truth about more than just her fears of returning back to New York. As her once perfect life begins to burn down, Emma is forced to figure out what she really wants: her fundraiser and cocktail party-filled life with her boyfriend, or forging a new future with the one thing, and one person, she’s ever loved–even if it means returning to New York.
Without Benefits is a moving exploration of modern relationships and family written in the vein of Taylor Jenkins Reid and Renee Carlino.
I think the cover is pretty gorgeous, myself. If it sounds like your cup of tea, be sure to pre-order a copy! Who doesn't love pre-orders? It's like random book surprises throughout the year. Good times, that.
Nicole Tone is a freelance editor, MFA student, traveler, pet collector, binge-watcher, and a self-proclaimed coffee snob. She lives in Buffalo, NY with her husband, three cats, and two very large dogs, but spends as much of her time in Seattle as possible. You can like her page on Facebook, @ her on Twitter, swoon over dream houses together on Pinterest, and of course add Without Benefits on Goodreads.
I've got amazing news to share with you all!
As you can tell by the subject, it's finally eARC time for DAYBREAK RISING.
DAYBREAK RISING's tentative release date is 9/21/2016, debuting from Torquere Press. If you haven't already, be sure to add it to your GoodReads shelves!
Let's pause, reflect, and enjoy seeing that date in print, shall we? It's been a long, long time coming.
As such, I would like to have reviews in prior to that, preferably around 9/1/2016.
If you're interested in an eARC and I haven't already gotten in touch with you--Feel free to reach out to me on Twitter.
DISCLAIMER to all those who have requested an eARC or will be: The novel hasn't been through final edits, so content is also subject to change, though I do not anticipate major overhauls between now and release. If for some reason there is a massive scene overhaul before/after you post your review, I will contact you ASAP and send the changed scene.
Feel free to spread the word about this call for advance reviews, as the more people hear about it, the better. Celosia, Ianthe, Lark, Adan, Kayvun, Riva, and Adelin can't wait to meet you.
Again, thank you so much for keeping up with DAYBREAK RISING--It means the world to me. I wouldn't have gotten to this point without all of you. I hope you enjoy it.
The following is a draft excerpt from my upcoming novel DAYBREAK RISING and may not 100% reflect the future published text.
Privilege was something Adan Poole had in spades when it came to being Spirit-touched, but it didn't mean that people automatically liked him, either. His name spoken in reverence or scorn, depending on the day. People loved him for his ability to communicate with the Spirits, or they hated him for deciding to live his life as the man he was.
Today was a day in which his fellows treated him with decency, mainly because they needed something. He found himself in the middle of an argument with his client and their surviving relatives, wishing he had some aspirin on him.
No such luck, Danny.
“How do we know Dad actually said he wanted the estate divided between all the children? Even those without magic? That doesn’t even make sense!” a woman named Claire was muttering under her breath to her sister, the daughter of one deceased Timothy Carrington whom contacted him in the Spirit Realm for representation regarding his estate. Unfortunately for both of them, this meant dealing with his rather unkind children.
“Listen, you’ve got to help me out. I passed by your office every day before I died. Give a guy a break, will you buddy?” Tim pleaded. Normally, Adan refused requests from the dead, though Tim eventually wore him down.
What concentration of Adan’s wasn’t taken up from projecting Tim’s spirit into the realm of the living turned to the spirit as he stared at his eldest daughter with an expression that was half horror, jaw dropped and muscles tense, and half rage.
“Claire Alissa Carrington, those people ‘without magic’ are your brothers and sisters, and their children. I raised you better than this. Mister Poole, the terms of my will stand--and if Claire will not comply, I ask that you remove her from it and replace it with, oh--I don’t know, yourself.” Tim said as he continued to glare at his daughter.
“He doesn’t need the money! He’s rich!” Claire countered. Adan raised his hands in a gesture of entreaty in an effort at calming the tension.
Steady. Don’t lose the projection.
“Be that as it may. Mister Poole, if my daughter does not distribute my funds and assets as per the terms of my will, I trust you will remove her from it and take the things there for yourself or your family.”
“Mr. Carrington, legally I can’t actually do that…” He paused just long enough that Claire finally turned to look at him, “What I could do is distribute it to the University as a charitable donation. Pay some college kid’s tuition.” he nodded as Claire looked scandalized.
“Either one. Claire, you have one week.” Tim said sternly. Adan noted that her shoulders were hunched, expression solemn. He broke his connection with Adan, the lawyer showing himself out of the building in blissful silence after the arguing of the last few hours.
In Caldova, those having issues to settle with their dead relatives were often well off, paying a hefty sum for Adan’s legal counsel, representation, and documents. He was an expert at settling family disputes, chalking it up to being the baby of two sisters and a brother. Adan was called in to settle legal matters for the Council and the magic users of Caldova alike. In matters of estate trials, sudden death, murder, or accidental tragedies, Adan ensured the spirit of the deceased had their final wishes carried out respectfully; instead of leaving their decisions open to the interpretation of their surviving relatives.
If they don’t call me, they end up with someone like Claire making their decisions for them. That’s never a good thing.
Law was a slippery slope, though ability to enact the wishes of the dead was entertaining, to say the least. People treated him with respect, and he appreciated being able to pass along messages from the Spirits to those they left behind in the world of the living. He knew he could also command the souls of the dead, though it was an offensive talent he hoped to never use. He trained on it at University, as all Spirit-touched students were, albeit begrudgingly within the Council’s limited curriculum.
Many teenagers took their plea bargain for access to University and the chance to understand what little the Council would let them know about their powers. Some Elementalists got assigned to Valeria, aiding the Eighth Decorum and Council alike. They created new medicines, technology, and weapons that would later serve the Council in their quest to control all of Esonith. This had no doubt been Adelin’s driving force; aiming to have Valeria amass such resources, that no one would ever stand against the Council’s forces
I am thrilled to announce I've signed a new contract with Torquere Press to publish my debut novel DAYBREAK RISING for a tentative fall 2016 release!!
Some of you might be wondering what happened over the last year. We're going to skip that [I think it's pretty obvious, myself] and focus on the positives!
In particular, I am excited to work with the team at Torquere due to their prompt communication, enthusiasm, and overall professionalism. It doesn't hurt that they're just as hyped about DAYBREAK RISING as I am. If all goes well, we're looking at a release date around Autumn 2016.
I'm beyond excited to share my eventual cover with everyone, and continue promoting this novel in the way I know it has deserved over the last year. It's been a long, hard road--Which I am very humbled and grateful so many of you have followed me on. I wouldn't be writing this without the support of my friends and family. So, so many of you kept me going over the last year throughout the whole mess. I cannot thank you enough.
As I begin a new chapter as a Torquere Press author, I am thrilled that I get to have the chance to bring this story to life in the company of people I truly respect and admire.
Add DAYBREAK RISING to your GoodReads TBR: https://www.goodreads.com/book/show/26020617-daybreak-rising
My GR Author Page: https://www.goodreads.com/author/show/14011102.C_K_Oliver
And now, for the celebratory GIF spam.
I've been writing for as long as I can remember. Cringe-worthy Power Rangers fanfiction on construction paper written in Crayola marker, if you truly must know. Autism makes a habit of having me fall into fandoms hard and fast. I wrote fic about every show or game I ever gained even a bit of interest in, for years beyond counting. Animorphs. Sailor Moon. Harry Potter. World of Warcraft. Once Upon a Time. The Legend of Korra...the list goes on.
Fic was a way to get words into the universe. Nothing inspired me more than discovering the lovely world of text-based roleplay. Started that back when Yahoo had chat rooms and the kiddies thought it was cool to use CheetahChat and make yourself a gradient of text that spanned every color you could possibly imagine. Some of us had color gradients to match our characters. I was RPing who knows what at the time...Probably some awful paladin-esque hybrid of something. I like paladins. If I had snippets of my fanfiction from the late 90s, I would have to never show my face on the internet again. It's bad enough I published a Carmilla fic last September. [DANNY EFFING LAWRENCE IN THAT FINALE, THOUGH] I'm still out there, writing fic. Feel free to tell me it's all terrible. I know that already.
Which leads me to World of Warcraft. Text-based RP with my wife was actually how we met. Our characters fell in love much the same as we did. Over the years, my wife has been pushing me to write a book. I put it off for the last 7 years or so. When we stopped playing WoW during the last expansion for a while, we began a text-based Harry Potter OC email exchange to tide us over until the next time she would take a trip to the US to visit--this caused my wife to demand I, 'Stop wasting my talent and write a book.'
So I did. That book is DAYBREAK RISING. The first draft of which was terrible, by the way.
I'm working on a few projects right now. A WIP called DRAGONSONG and two short anthology submissions. I hope that this is a decent year for my writing. I can't be sure. I know I've become a better writer in the last year, much of that is due to working with my amazing CPs and beta readers, learning the ins-and-outs of this craft. I'm looking forward to taking DRAGONSONG from the dream-journal snippet it was, into something amazing. Have a very, very rough draft excerpt:
Chaos erupted quicker than Zabelle H’yel would have thought possible had she not seen it herself. One minute, a Paladin stood not fifty paces from her, the next--She was staring into the green-gold eyes of a giltfire dragon. It was massive, golden scales reflecting light as though it were comprised of an oil slick. The dragon shook itself as though throwing off a fly, a strange trill echoing across the park. Turning her attention to her father, she noticed he'd shaken from his mourning to stare from his daughter to the creature in disbelief.
A group of Paladins circled it as Zabelle considered her next move, muttering mostly to themselves. No-one had seen a giltfire dragon in centuries, not since the Vanishing Wars. As they began drawing their weapons, Zabelle felt her heartbeat pounding in her ears. She flicked her wrists, feeling two small hand knives drop into her palms. Throwing them was a skill she was grateful to have honed as a Paladin swung recklessly at the dragon with a sword twice their size. She couldn't stop herself from scowling as the knife's warning clattered off of their shield ominously.
“Have I commanded you to attack this creature?!” she yelled, projecting her voice as was taught for years beyond counting. None could claim not to have heard her, even in the low din from those still assembled.
“N-No, m’lady.” the attacker was called Jesalis, a woman she recognized. A Paladin with a penchant for actions first, questions later.
“Neither I nor the King has given such a command. Desist, all of you who would wish to harm this dragonsong, or by my hand you shall be executed.” Zabelle said.
She felt a tug at her sleeve, her advisor--An elderly scholar whose posture was hunched as though she was forever leaning over a book.
“Princess, ‘tis your right to know, this dragonsong is tied to you. It knew of your birthright. They bond to power, you see. We’ll set the nuptials for the month coming, shall we?”
So, let's get a few things out of the way here:
1. I am autistic
2. I have fine/gross motor issues, dyspraxia, & dyscalculia
3. I have PTSD, ADD, and anxiety
4. I am pretty lucky to even be writing this. I was born at 24 weeks, back in the 80s. Not exactly the best survival odds. Statistically speaking, most of the above are probably caused by my prematurity, save for the PTSD/anxiety.
My medical records are ridiculous. We're talking 3" thick of just...Stuff. You wouldn't believe the amount of testing I've had to live through. Occupational therapy, physical therapy, 6 years of eye patches thanks to retinopathy of prematurity which required surgery, countless IEP's & 504's in school, years of group therapy to try and force me to interact with other children, therapy to attempt to force me to look people in the eyes when I talk to them (talk about traumatizing a young autistic kid, folks.) I have to go to an ophthalmologist yearly in order to ascertain if the blood vessels attaching my retina to my f*cking eyeball aren't detaching/drifting/moving in ways they shouldn't. As of the last time I went, they're drifting. Slowly. We all know what that means. If my retina detaches, it could mean I end up blind in that eye. Fun! (that's sarcasm)
So all of that lovely information means that I have oh-so-many deeply personal stakes in the "magical cure" trope. Too many to even think of. Every single one of those are something I live with daily, though the most severe examples of "magical cure" trope that affects me is the autism. You thought it'd be something else? Nah. I can't drive without my glasses. I take medication to manage my ADD/depression. You don't notice my motor issues unless you're talking/walking with me. I notice people wanting to "cure" autism. All the time.
As an adult, I notice it more then I did as a child, because I see the signs of people wanting to "cure" me of my autistic traits. Eye contact, awkwardness, social interactions. I don't know what possesses a school to put a 12 year old in therapy with a stranger while being forced to look at someone they don't know while they talk to them. Thanks for that, school. I was too different. I was making people uncomfortable. I was 'being rude' by not looking at people even though it's actually physically painful for me.
You can't cure autism. I read a headline last year where some woman claimed that she cured her son's autism by going paleo. Please kindly stop talking forever, lady.
Louder for the people in the back: You can't "cure" autism. Nor PTSD. Or vision problems. You can correct vision, but it will never be 'perfect.' You can treat depression, again, it won't be perfect. You can accommodate fine/gross motor issues, but the people living with them notice the stares and whispers when people think they shouldn't 'need' the accommodations they are using.
In DAYBREAK RISING, Celosia + Kayvun never "overcome" their disabilities. Celosia has PTSD. Kayvun is blind. Always. Celosia has panic attacks. She has burn scars. Ianthe has a fine/gross motor issue in one of her hands from frostbite. None of them ever gets a 'magical cure' for their disabilities. Kayvun can 'see' the paths under her feet in the Spirit realm, to the extent that they glow/emit light--which she can sense. She can tell when it's night/day or see bright light, such as said paths. She's still blind. She can't see faces, her hands, anything other than changes in light.
Using a 'magical cure' is lazy writing. It means you didn't think about your character's life long-term with their disability. It means that you didn't do your research, or that you just don't care. In case it escaped your notice, characters with disabilities can and do live happy, fulfilling lives. To 'magically cure' them into your ideal of 'normal' is beyond inconsiderate to those living with that disability in the real world.
Every morning, I take my meds, find my glasses [please put, "Have you seen my glasses?" on my tombstone], and steel myself for another day navigating social norms as an autistic person--I didn't even touch on navigating the world as an agender person because holy shit navigating a binarist, transphobic society on top of all that? It sucks. This post's already too real as it is.
To erase the things I mentioned here is to erase everything that shaped me into who I am. All for the sake of some idyllic 'normal' happy ending? I'll stick with imperfect.
In case this was somehow unclear: Don't write ableist 'happy ending' tropes where disabilities are magically cured.
I'm in the trenches of editing right now, with at least 3,000 words in the books within the last week. I've moved, added, shuffled, cut, you name it. Everything that gets the axe is moved into cloud storage in the event it eventually gets put back in the MS..
I can't stress the importance of multiple versions of your novel. I found two scenes that are now included in DAYBREAK RISING from drafts I hadn't touched since Christmas 2014 if not earlier. I love editing because it gives me a chance to really shine. I take risks, more than I did in the original MS. Scenes spring to life that I would have never included, thanks to CPs and betas. For me, I am going to be honest here--I edit while I work, which is so time-consuming. I rarely free-write during edits, often skipping all over the place to address in-line comments from my editor. It's never a chapter-by-chapter thing for me. I just kind of go where things take me.
I added some backstory that really ups the ante on the things Celosia has experienced. Before, it was heavily alluded to, with the reader having to imply what had gone wrong at Daybreak. Now, the events that day are experienced through Celosia's eyes in a flashback scene. (I know, some people hate them. Sorry!) Celosia has PTSD and depression as a result of Daybreak itself, so there really needs to be a solid explanation of what happened to her to cause this. Simply put, things didn't go as planned. I of course won't spoil it, but within editing I've managed to address the horrors of what happens when a protagonist fails--rather than winning.
I've also managed to add more banter. Fun scenes that make the characters more than soldiers. Through editing, everyone is finding a more refined voice. My characters were already unique personality wise, but it's interesting to see how they interact with one another.
What I should be doing other than editing: [because reasons]
When I haven't been editing, I've been working (I have the absolute blessing to be able to write professionally as a freelancer, and am paid well for it) or packing. If you haven't followed me on twitter yet, I'm moving to New Zealand to be with my fiancee! Whoooaaaa. Big move from over here in the US. I have another week and a half to finish packing and call the moving company to pick up my boxes. No pressure, right?
Really though the pressure is that my mom's coming up to help me the 5th, and I can't have it look like I've been doing nothing. (I've not been, I packed/sorted 3 large boxes and a ton of clothes!) I also have a doctor's appointment the 1st so there's a lot to get done there by the 2nd. Suffice to say, I'm busy. I also have class. It's finals week, and I'm hoping for another set of B's in my capstone courses of my senior year. NO PRESSURE RIGHT?
Somehow, I'm not completely freaking out yet.
Anyway, here's one of my favorite new!snippets I wrote during edits:
“I can handle whatever you dish out. Trust me.” Celosia chuckled, conjuring a bit of flame as bravado got the best of her. Ianthe raised her eyebrows, frost weaving over her hand as she extinguished the fire in Celosia’s palm without as much as a wince. She hadn’t seen Riva walk up behind her until it was too late, so focused was she on Ianthe. The technology elementalist’s magic caused Celosia’s datapad to begin playing a rather trite love song from when Celosia had been a teenager.
Ianthe burst into laughter as Celosia glared at Riva with an expression that could have stripped paint. Riva snorted, their amused laughter echoing down the hall.
“It’s too easy to play tricks on you, Brennan!”
See you all next week, which will mark 1 week left until I see the rest of my family for the first time in a year and a half. Again, NO PRESSURE.
Kiran Oliver is a 32 year old author residing in New Zealand with their wife, their cats Ember and Alastor, and their puppy Teddy.