Ya'll could have told me that QueryTracker subscription was dirt cheap and SO worth it. Sheesh. #amquerying #writer #gravewater
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Hey folks!
Gravewater. Part II - “The Mourning Widow” is already available on Patreon. Disaster draws near!
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"Late Visitor". A piece from the Part #1 of original "Gravewater" comic. Available on Patreon thanks to your support! 🤗
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Gravewater. Part I — now on Patreon!
The first chapter of my original comic Gravewater is live. Dark, atmospheric, and full of tension — the storm begins here.
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If the world were ending, Elle McIntyre would not run. She would stand on the edge of ruin, poring strength into the people she loved until her last breath. Even death would not stop her will. Her priority would be the care of Jack, the seven-year-old orphan who has become her shadow and her spark. He’s her favorite co-conspirator, her miniature partner in crime, and the force that would set her resolve. Together with her husband Sayre, Elle would meet the end with fire in her eyes and an unstoppable love in her soul.
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Character Interview with Elle McIntyre.
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A man stand trial for a crime so horrible even the dead can’t rest until there is justice. New evidence tells a tale that will change everything.
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“Jack,” I rasped, forcing my thoughts into something useful. “Have you seen James? I need to speak with him. I—” I stopped short as the man himself stepped out from the house, his slim frame silhouetted against the dim light spilling from the doorway. His expression was hard, unreadable, but his eyes took me in with something that sat uncomfortably close to pity. “Sayre,” James said, shaking his head, “you can’t be here like this.” It was a strange thing—he was the one wanted for murder, yet here he was, looking at me as though I was the one in need of saving. That absurdity, tangled with exhaustion and too many days of grief rotting in my gut, clawed its way up my throat in a fit of laughter. A mad, broken sound. I sometimes wish I was a drunk of the “blackout” variety. Alas, I am not. So I will get to keep that scene forever. A disapproving old maid, a serious farmer, an alarmed child, and a raving lunatic. What a scene it was.
Grief begins to swallow Sayre whole and his descent into madness begins
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A couple of hungry kids pull off a bit of a heist to discover the truth.
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She had to explain to a rotund man in a gray-brown suit that her desire was not to turn Gatewood into a party house but simply to get it fitted with working plumbing. He seemed unconvinced but allowed her to move to the next step in the approval process. #vss365 #amquerying #desire #gravewater
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When a #betareader sends feedback on your favorite heart warming plot twist in your book and it’s this 🥰🥰 #amquerying #gravewater #gothic #suspense
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“Oh? All the world’s gold to be free of the help and ego of men, I say.” And she planted her hands on her generous hips. Five minutes. He had minutes before I removed him bodily to have her to myself. Dunn glanced my way for help, and I threw up my hands. If I were to continue with my plans in about four minutes now, I was not entertaining the side of the enemy. She might shoot him dead, and we’d just have to figure out the clean-up later for all my intervention would entail.
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“I may decide yet that I like you, Mr. Dunn. But despite your best intentions, you entered my home to talk about my actions to someone other than myself. If that is not gossip, can you say what it is?” “It’s help.” He said, this time holding her eye contact. I’ll be damned if he didn’t sound sincere. “Oh? All the world’s gold to be free of the help of men, I say.” And she planted her hands on her generous hips. Five minutes. He had minutes before I lost all of my inhibitions and removed him bodily to have her to myself. Dunn glanced my way for help, and I threw up my hands. If I were to continue with my plans in about four minutes now, I was not entertaining the side of the enemy. She might shoot him dead, and we’d just have to figure out the clean-up later for all my intervention would entail.
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