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Posts by Tyler is Querying!

It’s so weird that a lot of my writing is inspired by movies I watch because now I have to look for book comps instead 😅

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1 year ago 3 0 1 0
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THE QUEEN IS RISING
Agent’s Guide
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1 year ago 18 20 1 0
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Where the Tides Tremble.

🌊 A boy bound by a strange magic.
🔥 A runaway princess with blood on her hands.
❤️ A slow-burn romance.
🌩️ Tides changing, and with them, the fate of the world.

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1 year ago 33 21 2 0
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Tangleroot x A House of Roots and Ruin x Legendborn x near future science fantasy = THE ROOTS OF DESTINY

🦋 enchanted forest
🩵 BIPOC rep.
🍃 plant magic system
🦋 plants = fae lifeline
🩵 found family
🍃 botany boarding school

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1 year ago 54 37 7 1
Moodboard of a YA Dark Academia Supernatural Mystery

Moodboard of a YA Dark Academia Supernatural Mystery

THE RAVEN BOYS x S.T.A.G.S

A series of murders at an elite private school in Ireland spark an aspiring journalist, a burgeoning psychic, and a rebel with a cause to investigate, confronting their privileged lives and sceptical beliefs.

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1 year ago 45 30 9 1
ROMEO AND JULIET meets THE HUNGER GAMES in:
SNOWDROPS AND STONES
A 110k New Adult dystopian romantasy by H. L. Docherty

ROMEO AND JULIET meets THE HUNGER GAMES in: SNOWDROPS AND STONES A 110k New Adult dystopian romantasy by H. L. Docherty

Post image The fire snarled as it chewed the wood of my home.
Heat singed my face, winter's bite contrasting with sweat soaking through my ragged hoodie. I gagged on smoke curling in my throat but swallowed the cough. I wouldn't give them the satisfaction. If they wanted me scared, they should've used explosives.
Mum's eyes flashed at the burnt college entrance sign in our garden. Harroworth Central College was still visible beneath the scorch marks with Scabs not welcome scrawled across it. 
Like we were nothing but dead skin, picked at until we bled.

The fire snarled as it chewed the wood of my home. Heat singed my face, winter's bite contrasting with sweat soaking through my ragged hoodie. I gagged on smoke curling in my throat but swallowed the cough. I wouldn't give them the satisfaction. If they wanted me scared, they should've used explosives. Mum's eyes flashed at the burnt college entrance sign in our garden. Harroworth Central College was still visible beneath the scorch marks with Scabs not welcome scrawled across it. Like we were nothing but dead skin, picked at until we bled.

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New name because after removing 67k words, it's basically a new book!

ROMEO & JULIET meets THE HUNGER GAMES when a fiery rebel and shy aristocrat find forbidden love amid a brutal uprising, hidden magic, and deadly monsters that could destroy them both.
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1 year ago 54 49 20 1

ink drawing of Jak Sterzand, a teenage boy, crawling towards the viewer in a ventilation or maintenance shaft type tunnel. His name and title of the book JAK STERZAND above him, and underneath in smaller letters, the subtitle: ESCAPE FROM FREEPORT

All in black and white

ink drawing of Jak Sterzand, a teenage boy, crawling towards the viewer in a ventilation or maintenance shaft type tunnel. His name and title of the book JAK STERZAND above him, and underneath in smaller letters, the subtitle: ESCAPE FROM FREEPORT All in black and white

TREASURE PLANET×THE EXPANSE
A bookworm dreams of escape from a pirate-run space station. With his friend, a tech genius, he finds an ancient wrist computer tied to his family and a legendary lost starship. As they seek answers, so does a notorious captain.
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Nineteen-year-old Lottie Bradbury is called home to her crumbling family estate with an ultimatum: marry or let the Bradbury name die. But in a post-war world where old traditions are crumbling and women are claiming new independence, Lottie refuses to be controlled.

Her introduction is disrupted when the gardener is found dead, his skull shattered on the manor steps. His son, Arthur, warns Lottie that the house is hungry, that it killed his father—just as it did her mother a decade ago. And it’s not finished.

Determined to seize control of her own fate, Lottie digs into the manor’s past, only to realize the house has other plans. Strange footsteps at night. Whispers slithering through the halls. Shadows shifting where none should be. Arthur insists the manor is alive, feeding on the sins of her ancestors, that her family is cursed. But he’s not the only one keeping secrets, and the deeper she digs, the harder it is to know who to trust.

THE LAST HEIR OF BRADBURY MANOR is a slow-burn gothic horror set in 1919, blending the creeping dread of The Hacienda with the sentient menace of Starling House. A tale of inheritance, obsession, and a house that refuses to let go. The manuscript is complete at 96,000 words.

Nineteen-year-old Lottie Bradbury is called home to her crumbling family estate with an ultimatum: marry or let the Bradbury name die. But in a post-war world where old traditions are crumbling and women are claiming new independence, Lottie refuses to be controlled. Her introduction is disrupted when the gardener is found dead, his skull shattered on the manor steps. His son, Arthur, warns Lottie that the house is hungry, that it killed his father—just as it did her mother a decade ago. And it’s not finished. Determined to seize control of her own fate, Lottie digs into the manor’s past, only to realize the house has other plans. Strange footsteps at night. Whispers slithering through the halls. Shadows shifting where none should be. Arthur insists the manor is alive, feeding on the sins of her ancestors, that her family is cursed. But he’s not the only one keeping secrets, and the deeper she digs, the harder it is to know who to trust. THE LAST HEIR OF BRADBURY MANOR is a slow-burn gothic horror set in 1919, blending the creeping dread of The Hacienda with the sentient menace of Starling House. A tale of inheritance, obsession, and a house that refuses to let go. The manuscript is complete at 96,000 words.

Comps for The Last Heir of Bradbury Manor:

Starling House: Dark inheritance, Family secrets, Sentient house

The Hacienda: Unresolved grief, Psychological unraveling, Supernatural dread

Crimson Peak: Decaying grandeur, Gothic vibes

Comps for The Last Heir of Bradbury Manor: Starling House: Dark inheritance, Family secrets, Sentient house The Hacienda: Unresolved grief, Psychological unraveling, Supernatural dread Crimson Peak: Decaying grandeur, Gothic vibes

A mood board for The Last Heir of Bradbury Manor with... 

A decaying, messed up sitting room
A spooky staincase with a girl walking
A girl climbing out of a well
A book on fire
A cozy Edwardian dinner party
A spooky gothic dinner party 

Text that reads: breaking the curse means losing him forever. Embracing it may damn her soul

A mood board for The Last Heir of Bradbury Manor with... A decaying, messed up sitting room A spooky staincase with a girl walking A girl climbing out of a well A book on fire A cozy Edwardian dinner party A spooky gothic dinner party Text that reads: breaking the curse means losing him forever. Embracing it may damn her soul

Tropes for The Last Heir of Bradbury Manor

🖤 Manor With a Mind 
📖 Cryptic Diary 
💀 Generational Blood Curse 
🕯 Gaslight, Gatekeep, Ghosts 
🏚 Slow-burn 
🖋 Arranged? Meetcute? Ghostly Trauma Bonding? 
🔥 If the House Doesn’t Kill You, Love Might 
🕰 1919 but Make It Haunted 
⚰ Who Needs a Dowry When You Have a Death Curse?

Tropes for The Last Heir of Bradbury Manor 🖤 Manor With a Mind 📖 Cryptic Diary 💀 Generational Blood Curse 🕯 Gaslight, Gatekeep, Ghosts 🏚 Slow-burn 🖋 Arranged? Meetcute? Ghostly Trauma Bonding? 🔥 If the House Doesn’t Kill You, Love Might 🕰 1919 but Make It Haunted ⚰ Who Needs a Dowry When You Have a Death Curse?

After returning to her family’s crumbling estate and finding the gardener dead, a reluctant heiress partners with his son to break a generational curse before it claims her too.

🕯 Gaslight, Gatekeep, Ghosts
🔥 If the House Doesn’t Kill You, Love Might

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1 year ago 87 81 22 1
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Simone's prom night ends in betrayal—awakening dangerous magic she never knew she had. Now she must uncover the secrets of her hidden Etheri lineage before it's too late.
✨Plus-size rep
✨Mental health rep (anxiety)
✨Twisty plot
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🔥Time for an Agent’s Guide!🔥
When an attack awakens Simone Stewart’s volatile magic, she uncovers a hidden lineage as an Etheri—forcing her to master her power before it destroys her or falls into the wrong hands.
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1 year ago 2 0 0 0
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When’s the last time I posted a drawing? Doesn’t matter, here’s one for the romcom espionage short story on my website. And now back to the trenches!

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1 year ago 2 0 0 0
Author site

Writing is hard and sharing it harder. So instead of fighting the void I put my short stories on my own site where the only gatekeeper is me (sometimes my cat).

Read them here: tylerpyka.com/author-site

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1 year ago 2 2 1 0

Thank you!

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Pitch:  	When the chosen Empress is assassinated, her disabled and gutsy ex-girlfriend must triumph over a dysfunctional family of ancient gods or submit to fulfilling the chosen’s grim fate as the gods’ eternal slave and weapon against mortals.
112,000 words Adult Crossover Fantasy
Comps: Damsel (2024 film) 
Hannah Kaner’s Godkiller 
T. Kingfisher’s A Sorceress Comes to Call
V. E. Schwab’s The Invisible Life of Addie LaRue

Pitch: When the chosen Empress is assassinated, her disabled and gutsy ex-girlfriend must triumph over a dysfunctional family of ancient gods or submit to fulfilling the chosen’s grim fate as the gods’ eternal slave and weapon against mortals. 112,000 words Adult Crossover Fantasy Comps: Damsel (2024 film) Hannah Kaner’s Godkiller T. Kingfisher’s A Sorceress Comes to Call V. E. Schwab’s The Invisible Life of Addie LaRue

Themes & Tropes: 
- Forbidden Love	- Hot Banter
- Feminine Rage	- Anti-Chosen
- Found Family	- Second Chances
- Dark Humor		- Identity 
- Friends-to-lovers	- Faustian Bargain
- Choosing vs. being chosen 

Representation: 
- LGBTQIA+ 		- BIPOC 
- Mental Health 	- Neurodivergence

Themes & Tropes: - Forbidden Love - Hot Banter - Feminine Rage - Anti-Chosen - Found Family - Second Chances - Dark Humor - Identity - Friends-to-lovers - Faustian Bargain - Choosing vs. being chosen Representation: - LGBTQIA+ - BIPOC - Mental Health - Neurodivergence

Excerpt: 
 	A gaunt mouse nibbled greedily at a stale bread roll left on my lunch tray. I didn’t have the heart to give her a name as I might lose her too.
 	The cast iron rods of the bed dug into my ribs through the thin mattress. I clenched my jaw to keep my teeth from chattering. The medications I was forced to swallow left a cotton taste in my mouth and a dull ache in my skull. The lingering scent of mud and mildew hung in the air, a long-forgotten tomb. I was not allowed visitors or to walk in the fresh air outside. The faded floral pattern of the peeling wallpaper was my only reminder of life beyond these walls.
  	I pulled the threadbare blanket tighter around my body, hugging my knees to my chest. It did little against the chill creeping into my bones. The raging blizzard had transformed the courtyard into a churning white sea, rattling the broken window shutters hanging askew. At least no screams echoed through the halls today.

Excerpt: A gaunt mouse nibbled greedily at a stale bread roll left on my lunch tray. I didn’t have the heart to give her a name as I might lose her too. The cast iron rods of the bed dug into my ribs through the thin mattress. I clenched my jaw to keep my teeth from chattering. The medications I was forced to swallow left a cotton taste in my mouth and a dull ache in my skull. The lingering scent of mud and mildew hung in the air, a long-forgotten tomb. I was not allowed visitors or to walk in the fresh air outside. The faded floral pattern of the peeling wallpaper was my only reminder of life beyond these walls. I pulled the threadbare blanket tighter around my body, hugging my knees to my chest. It did little against the chill creeping into my bones. The raging blizzard had transformed the courtyard into a churning white sea, rattling the broken window shutters hanging askew. At least no screams echoed through the halls today.

Moodboard:
Dark fantasy Victorian vibes with purple color composition. 
Top row, left-to-right: a Byronic, handsome man in black, a palace, a dark figure burning in hell fire, a masked female assassin of dark complexion holding a dagger, a serpentine forest trail at night marked with red flowers. 
At the center next to a silver plume is the text: “This world, my dear, is the slaughterhouse of noble ideals.” 
Bottom row, left-to-right: a dark gaslit street, a gaslit city blanketed in coal smog at night, a young woman in a Victorian gown, wrought-iron gates opened to a foreboding foggy estate in the dark, a trail of red petals leading to a dark stone temple gate.

Moodboard: Dark fantasy Victorian vibes with purple color composition. Top row, left-to-right: a Byronic, handsome man in black, a palace, a dark figure burning in hell fire, a masked female assassin of dark complexion holding a dagger, a serpentine forest trail at night marked with red flowers. At the center next to a silver plume is the text: “This world, my dear, is the slaughterhouse of noble ideals.” Bottom row, left-to-right: a dark gaslit street, a gaslit city blanketed in coal smog at night, a young woman in a Victorian gown, wrought-iron gates opened to a foreboding foggy estate in the dark, a trail of red petals leading to a dark stone temple gate.

When the chosen Empress is assassinated, her disabled & gutsy ex-GF must triumph over a dysfunctional family of ancient gods or submit to fulfilling the chosen’s grim fate as the gods' eternal slave & weapon against mortals
🌶️Hot Banter
🖤Forbidden Love
🏳️‍🌈LGBT, BIPOC,♿, Neurospicy
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1 year ago 136 61 7 2
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First post!

INTERVIEW WITH THE VAMPIRE x DREAMGIRLS x IMMORTAL DARK

- 🧛🏾‍♀️🩸Black vampires
- 🎶 🎙️All about the music
- 🖤 ⚔️Toxic romance

Set against the rise of Motown and Civil Rights.

#P2Pit #YA #F #W #P2Ppit #AW #Editor #WIP

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