ASHES OF ATHARIA REWRITES ARE DONE!!!

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Six chapters written in four days. Book 3 rewrites are coming along nicely. Chapter 18 is finished, bringing me one chapter closer to “The End”. I gotta say, the bad guys are winning a lot in this book.

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I’m blown away. 21 in coming of age fantasy? Last time I checked it was 85. I am amazed beyond words. I don’t know what to say, other than thank you.

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A picture of a book with a golden Phoenix in front of a forest background with the title The Cursed of Atharia Amelia Grimes

I got book mail!!! It’s even prettier in person!!! I can’t believe I’m holding my book. My precious book baby is finally here. 🥹

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I’m proud of this cover. It’s simple and elegant. And it adds a fiery flare to my phone’s Lock Screen. I can’t wait to hold it in my hands, to have it on my shelf.

Six days, Jack. Six days.

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51 days…and already I’m losing sleep. I keep finding errors in the manuscript, mostly the way things are worded. Will this get easier?

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59 days until launch…AND FINAL EDITS ARE DONE!!!

Kiss my ass, Imposter Syndrome!!! THIS BOOK ROCKS!!! The Cursed of Atharia is taking the world by a fire storm!!!

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Before picture, a conversation between Sara and Brandon: “Have you talked to Fox about it?” Sara asked. Brandon shook his head. “No. It never seemed like a good time.” “I would mention it to Fox, it could mean something,” Sara told him. Brandon looked at her. “Like what?” Sara shrugged. “I don’t know. Maybe you’re reacting to Atharia’s magic or something.” Brandon glanced away. “The voices told me I was the Soul’s chosen one,” he muttered. Sara frowned in confusion. “What does that mean?”

Sara frowned and she looked up at him. “What kind of voices?”             Brandon shook his head. “I don’t know. It’s hard to describe. I hear them, but they don’t belong to anything with a physical form. And when I try to place where the voices are coming from, it’s like trying to catch the wind.”               He gazed across the fields of golden wheat; the stalks swaying in the breeze. Farmers tended the crop, half hidden among the tall shafts, scythes in hand. The forest stretched around them in a bowl, cabins and barns dotted the landscape. Off in the distance stood the ruins of an ancient temple. “Have you talked to Fox about it?” Sara asked.             Brandon blinked out of his reverie, taking a deep breath. The call of birds filled the air, followed by the fluttering of wings as their hiding place was disturbed. Up ahead, Justin cried out, ducking behind Jack. “It never seems like a good time,” Brandon finally answered. Sara hummed, watching the ruined temple as they walked past. A circular platform and statue were all that remained. From this distance, Sara could pick out the form of a large, winged woman in the statue; her sword raised above her head, shield held beside her. A crown sat on her head as her stone armour shimmered in the sunlight.             “I would mention it to Fox, it could mean something,” Sara told him.                      A horse-drawn carriage rumbled along the road. A weary driver sat up front as his companions tended to the wares in the back. Fox motioned for the group to move to the side, allowing the merchants to pass. The driver nodded at Fox, who bowed his head in response. Brandon caught the eye of a young man, who smiled and waved. Brandon raised a hand to acknowledge him, catching a brief conversation the young man had with the other man, and the word, “Makar.”             Brandon made a mental note to ask Fox what Makar meant in Atharian. He turned back to Sara. “What could it mean?”             Sara shrugged. “I don’t k…

They set off again, gravel crunching underfoot. The wheat fields gave way to sprawling grasslands, a mountain range loomed in the distance. The peaks were jagged, as if added as an after-thought by an absent-minded painter.             Brandon relished the serenity of the realm’s beauty. The calmness, the stillness. The road branched out, hand-painted signs stood at the crossroads, marking where towns and villages were located. Fox stopped the group to point at one such sign. He read it in Atharian first, sounding out each syllable.             “It translates to Redwater, in your tongue,” Fox said.             “How much further?” Jack asked.             Fox turned towards the setting sun, scratching behind his right ear. “Too far for one day. We’ll soon make camp and rest.” He motioned for them to start off again. “Don’t worry, I won’t make you hike all night.”             Brandon and Sara lagged behind but kept Fox in their sights. “The voices told me I was the Soul’s chosen one,” Brandon whispered.             Sara frowned. “What does that mean?”             “Damned if I know.”             The sun sank beyond the horizon, painting the sky in red, yellow, and orange, reminding Brandon of flames. The sun seemed to double in size as it descended behind the mountains, its surface blazing.             “Well, I’d still mention it to Fox. He would definitely know what’s going on,” Sara said.             Brandon sighed. “Maybe.”             Sara patted his arm. “Don’t worry, Brandon, we’ll get you ironed out. Who knows? Maybe you and Beckett are destined to lead the charge against the dark fae and Zalera.”             Brandon wrapped an arm around her and pulled her close. “And how would we lead the charge, huh?”             “With you being the tank and Jack being the fire mage, duh,” Sara answered.             “Yeah? And what kind of tank would I be?”             Sara smiled at him. “What else? A paladin, of course.”

Before and after edits from The Cursed of Atharia of the same conversation.

What do you think?

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A picture of a writing desk with books, a handmadeTARDIS statue, a Lucky Bamboo, a panda statue, a laptop, and a white mug filled with coffee. On the mug reads, “Tall, dark, & fictional”. On the laptop a title page states: The Cursed of Atharia Atharian Chronicles book 1 Amelia Grimes

I have nowhere to be today in reality, so I’m taking a trip through the faery ring and going to Atharia. I even have a shiny new coffee mug to take with me. In the words of @valeriestorm.bsky.social, “Ready to tackle this bitch.”

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A white background with the dedication: For the Shadow and the Spark Thank you for giving me a chance

Welcome to the fire.

Rewrites for Atharian Chronicles book 3: Ashes of Atharia are in full swing. The first chapter and the opening scene of chapter two are complete.

Dedicated to the Queens of @shadowsparkpub.bsky.social. Thank you. 🥹

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I’m quite proud of the last three words I wrote. “Atharia will burn!” Yep. Pretty much sums up my mental state right now. 😂

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