I posted some stuff on Patreon in June!
For $3+ patrons, I posted the compilation, an epub file containing the May chapters of Chatoyant College and the May Patreon story.
June’s Perennials free story is Stories for Children, the different versions of a story that a wealthy woman tells her two sets of children.
Finally, the June Patreon story is Kidnapped by Pirates!, the story of a resourceful, clever princess who gets herself out of a tight spot.
May wasn’t as busy a month as April, but here’s a wrap-up post anyway, in case you missed some posts!
For $3+ patrons, I posted the compilation, an epub file containing the March chapters of Chatoyant College and the March Patreon story.
May’s Perennials free story is One-Eyed Harry’s, a story of the Extranormal Crimes universe, in which a very special division of the FBI hunts real monsters.
Finally, the May Patreon story is The Scholarship Girl, about a girl new to a boarding school who finds herself unexpectedly befriended by the most popular and powerful girls in the school.
April was a big month for my Patreon! I thought I’d make a wrap-up post in case anyone missed something.
$3+ patrons got the March compilation, an epub file including chapters 45-53 of Chatoyant College Book 12, Reemergence, and the March Patreon story, “A Bicycle Built for Three.” They also got the early-bird ebook of Chatoyant College Book 4, The Flicker. (The Flicker is now available on Smashwords as well.)
I posted a special bonus for all patrons–the original map I drew of Chatoyant College when I was just starting work on the serial!
All patrons also have special early-bird access to the ebook of Reemergence–which isn’t available on Smashwords yet (though, of course, you can read the whole book for for free on this website or on Wattpad).
I posted a free story, “The Shield in the Flame,” a genderbent retelling of King Arthur.
Finally, of course, is the patron-only story. “Homeland” is a folktale of the Sivrit people (one of the groups in a fantasy world I am building), featuring a trickster early on in their history.
The March story, “A Bicycle Built for Three,” is available now, exclusively for patrons!
I pull out the last weed and get to my feet, surveying the snap-pea patch with satisfaction. They’re growing well this year; come summer, everyone in town will be able to get a good share of snap peas, even if everyone can’t have them at once. My mouth waters with anticipation as I think of it. As one of the people who actively work the community garden, I’ll get first pick—we’re the first to see what sprouts in the garden, so we’re the first to eat some.
Last night’s rain has made the earth rich and soft, easy to pull out the weeds that threaten our little piece of autonomy. It’s also made me all up and down mud as I worked, but that doesn’t bother me in the slightest. I don’t think my friends and family would even recognize me if I didn’t have, at the very least, dirt caked around my fingernails and smeared on my knees.
I walk over to the compost bin and drop the weeds in, brushing the soil off my hands. When I turn around, I spy a familiar form at the edge of the garden—Jessamyn in her wheels. My cheeks warm as I lift my arm to wave to her, and she rolls forward, navigating deftly along the garden’s paved path.
I take a route slightly diagonal to the path to reach her more quickly, hopping up onto the edge of the stone paving. “Hi, Jessamyn.”
“Hi, Blair.” She grins up at me, her eyes sparkling. “Been digging?”
The February story, “Etchings,” is available now, exclusively for patrons!
Torra was working, as usual, in the back room, focusing on inserting the gears perfectly so that her new project would work correctly, when she heard voices from the front.
“This is unusual,” said a man’s voice. Torra didn’t know the voice, but she sat up straighter and listened harder—it seemed familiar to her somehow. “Beautiful workmanship.”
“My apprentice,” said Missus Frigta warmly. “A very remarkable young lady. She’s only fourteen, been working for me these two years, but her skills are outstripping mine already.” Torra smiled at Missus Frigta’s praise, though she didn’t believe it.
“A twelve-year-old child, already your apprentice?” The man’s voice, though reedy and hesitant, sent shivers of warmth through Torra. Where had she heard it before? Not in the orphanage, surely, and she had no memories from before it, except–she quashed the thought. She hadn’t met Kandel until they came to the orphanage, so those memories couldn’t be real.