Oh, These Dialogues Are So Cool!!! Thank You So Much For Sharing! (I Especially Loved Alice's "Zip It,

Oh, these dialogues are so cool!!! Thank you so much for sharing! (I especially loved Alice's "Zip it, Sparky" line lol). Happy Halloween! (:

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(From this Writeblr Halloween Event)

Yay! This is my final one of these.

Happy Halloween, @mysticstarlightduck. Idk what to give you... I want it to be special, though. How about a reveal of the secret blogger in book 2 (Steph's Crew)?

Yeah... no. There's no way I'm giving that one away lol.

How about a nice little bonus scene from the sequel instead?

A Tense Exchange

(Elise and Alice are still seated on the couch when Stephanie and Dylan arrive at the Johnson residence. Stephanie starts casually talking to the group, clearly not picking up on the tension in the air)

Stephanie: Hey, ladies! What's going on?

Alice: (huffily) Wouldn't you like to know...

Stephanie: Uh, yeah. That's why I asked.

Elise: Nothing's going on, Steph. We were just having a word.

Stephanie: OK. Great! What about?

Elise: You, funnily enough.

Stephanie: Really?

Dylan: What a coinci-dink.

Elise: Indeed, Dylan.

(Uncomfortable silence falls upon the room)

Stephanie: What about me?

Dylan: (sits down next to Alice) I don't like this conversation anymore.

Alice: Steph, you know what you did. What you've been doing.

Stephanie: Investigating a local case?

Elise: She was actually referring to your whole "sleeping with my ex thing". If I'm not mistaken.

Stephanie: Ah. (leans against the wall) That thing.

Dylan: Do we really need to talk about this now, girls? It really doesn't feel ri-

Alice: Zip it, Sparky.

Dylan: Fine.

Alice: I feel like I speak for everyone here when I say: What the hell do you think you are doing here, woman?! You. Are. Married!!!

(There's more to this scene lol. I think I'll post the rest in a reblog later if that's ok. Hope you enjoyed it so far!)

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Treat! 🎃

Thank you so much for the tag @pluttskutt!

Since it's the spooky season, nothing better than a snippet about two scheming villains for a sinister mood! (This is a scene from my WIP Tales of Wilted Flowers!)

"That wingless faerie." The King spat out, pinching the bridge of his nose in exasperation, almost laughing. With a wave of a hand, he gestured for a servant to pour him more wine, which they did, quickly. After, it took only a severe look for the servant to scurry out of the room.

Across from him, Lord Eldryc stood, impassive. Tieran drank the wine in one long sip, seething with rage, before slamming his hand on the table, the now empty goblet discarded on the floor with a clatter. "A damned boy - !" He howled, tapping his fingers on the marble for a modicum of patience. " - knows more about our plans and where to find the jewels than most of your prized acolytes do. You swore to me that he had already been dealt with. Eliminated even. Given the recent events, I can tell that is not the case."

King Tieran finished the sentence with a scoffing sigh, falling back on the velvety furs of his chair, a hand to his forehead. Eldryc remained still, waiting for the monarch to finish speaking, merely lifting an eyebrow in response.

"That issue has been dealt with - it's only a matter of time until the resolution settles itself. But if we're to play this game and put blame on each other, we could do it all week. Lest you forget, the journal of your old rival - you failed to track it down, didn't you? And now that wretched Thysfiran girl has the key."

His words were cold, precise as needles - it was no secret to both of them that those facts held truth. Tieran glared, impotent rage flaring behind his golden eyes, for a long moment, before he stood up, thinking. Despite his outward poise, his fists trembled with rage. Lord Eldryc smirked.

''This" The young monarch gestured around, towards the table's disarray. "Changes nothing. What we need to do is continue the preparations - the Mark of the Banished is at hand, within my grasp at last"

Lord Eldryc nodded, clearly ignoring the King's words. "Of course. Meanwhile, my apprentice will see to it that both those nuisances are caught and properly dispatched, where your men have failed. If we catch the girl, our faerie friend will soon follow - Xarian was never quite one to learn from his mistakes. "

On the corner of the room, Corbin stood - a gelid presence, expressionless as a snake. And just as deadly, Tieran concluded, acknowledging the High Sorcerer's words with a short look as he paced around the room, stopping at the window, fingers tracing the scar now cutting deep along his own untarnished cheekbone.

A gift, from an old friend. He might as well return the favor. Eyes fixed on the horizon, Tieran spoke.

"You will do that," Tieran answered, dismissive, wiping his hands on the furs of his cloak "Or it's your head - not hers - that will be on a pike soon enough. As far as I'm concerned, I've personal matters to solve, something priceless to my family... was taken" He paused, paying a glance to a statue of his old likeness in the room "- and I believe a certain delusional, would-be-lordling is about to hand me that which was stolen on a silver platter. Grateful, as always, to his mysterious benefactor."

The person I reblogged this from is awesome as fuck.

awwwksjfksjf thank you this made my fucking dayyyyy *incoherent blubbering noises*

also the writing paradox it’s paradoxing my brain is boggled

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Trick, trick - you've been tricked, bamboozled even!!! 😈

do you ever just