New year, new stuff (yes, I am a little behind lol)
Hello! I hope everyone is safe and hanging in there as best as you can. (Except for like... white supremacists and TERFs, etc obviously. I don't wish them well at all.)
For the new year, I have a couple of story offerings. One, out on Smashwords only, unless you follow me on Patreon, is a 99 cent short, sweet little thing called A Heaven to Reach For . Think, like, something vaguely pre-Enlightenment Europe but with magic. One very large guardsman has a lot of thoughts about one very small priest--who sparkles!
Then, finally, coming out at the end of March, I have the book I was using as my distraction from all the stress of last year. (The stress carried over into this year, of course, but the book remained at least.) Two knights, on what seems like a simple, if mysterious quest, find something looking for something else instead. Also there is pining. Cuz it's me and I always write pining. And magic. And unicorns.
The Devotion of Delflenor
a fantasy queer romance, f/nb
For ten anxious years, the country of Ainle has had no chevetein to keep their many lesser cheves in check and maintain peace. Anyone can become the chevetein if it is the will of the Three, as the most powerful of the gods are known. But as the years pass, fewer and fewer people go to the Seat to offer themselves as chevetein. Doubt has crept in among the population, and more than one arrogant cheve has decided that the time has come to abandon the old ways. Only the presence of Prityal of Ters, Knight of the Seat, Tyrant-slayer, the Hope of Ainle, has kept the country from falling into chaos.
Soft-spoken but fierce, noble as well as beautiful, Prityal is all that a Knight of the Seat should be. As faith dwindles, so, too, does the number of knights waiting to serve the chevetein, and with no one else available, it is Prityal who volunteers for a risky mission to an unfamiliar place. She cannot go alone. So, Delf, a lower-tier knight, accompanies her.
Plain, with an odd sense of humor, and of no fame or noted background, Delf is content to act as Prityal’s squire on this quest. Delf has loved Prityal for years with no intention of ever speaking of it. A hero and a nobody might become friends as they travel through ancient lands, facing tricky spirits and desperate farmers, finding ruins and knights of faded glory, speaking of magic and the history they share—yet even that is beyond Delf’s dreams of her future.
But a chevetein must be found, and Prityal will do it at the cost of her life, if need be, though the country—and Delf—need her. It seems the Three have plans, after all, and will use anything to see them through—including the strong, devoted heart of a hero.
March 27th!
Hopefully, they help distract all of you as well. :)
Oh, I also set up an Instagram. I probably won't post a lot, because a photographer I am not, but there should be some fun stuff there, once in a while. @riscoops
visit my site if you want more regular updates, or a link to my newsletter
www.riscooper.com
Now I am off to do more story notes!! Stay safe, everyone!
For the new year, I have a couple of story offerings. One, out on Smashwords only, unless you follow me on Patreon, is a 99 cent short, sweet little thing called A Heaven to Reach For . Think, like, something vaguely pre-Enlightenment Europe but with magic. One very large guardsman has a lot of thoughts about one very small priest--who sparkles!
Then, finally, coming out at the end of March, I have the book I was using as my distraction from all the stress of last year. (The stress carried over into this year, of course, but the book remained at least.) Two knights, on what seems like a simple, if mysterious quest, find something looking for something else instead. Also there is pining. Cuz it's me and I always write pining. And magic. And unicorns.
The Devotion of Delflenor
a fantasy queer romance, f/nb
For ten anxious years, the country of Ainle has had no chevetein to keep their many lesser cheves in check and maintain peace. Anyone can become the chevetein if it is the will of the Three, as the most powerful of the gods are known. But as the years pass, fewer and fewer people go to the Seat to offer themselves as chevetein. Doubt has crept in among the population, and more than one arrogant cheve has decided that the time has come to abandon the old ways. Only the presence of Prityal of Ters, Knight of the Seat, Tyrant-slayer, the Hope of Ainle, has kept the country from falling into chaos.
Soft-spoken but fierce, noble as well as beautiful, Prityal is all that a Knight of the Seat should be. As faith dwindles, so, too, does the number of knights waiting to serve the chevetein, and with no one else available, it is Prityal who volunteers for a risky mission to an unfamiliar place. She cannot go alone. So, Delf, a lower-tier knight, accompanies her.
Plain, with an odd sense of humor, and of no fame or noted background, Delf is content to act as Prityal’s squire on this quest. Delf has loved Prityal for years with no intention of ever speaking of it. A hero and a nobody might become friends as they travel through ancient lands, facing tricky spirits and desperate farmers, finding ruins and knights of faded glory, speaking of magic and the history they share—yet even that is beyond Delf’s dreams of her future.
But a chevetein must be found, and Prityal will do it at the cost of her life, if need be, though the country—and Delf—need her. It seems the Three have plans, after all, and will use anything to see them through—including the strong, devoted heart of a hero.
March 27th!
Hopefully, they help distract all of you as well. :)
Oh, I also set up an Instagram. I probably won't post a lot, because a photographer I am not, but there should be some fun stuff there, once in a while. @riscoops
visit my site if you want more regular updates, or a link to my newsletter
www.riscooper.com
Now I am off to do more story notes!! Stay safe, everyone!
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