Nell
@nelsnote.bsky.social
Occasional wannabe writer and professional book hoarder. I also draw sometimes :) https://nelsnote.carrd.co/ Reading: Ulysses Editing: A literary(ish) adult contemporary w/psychological suspense
An Agent's Guide to CALL OF THE ELDER. 🐉 Jewish Fantasy 🐉 Agent interest 🐉🐉 DRAGONS 🐉🐉 When a dragon elder summons Eila, the last priestess of her people, she must travel across hostile lands to find him before insanity sets in and she fails her family. #QuestPit #A #Q #F #agentsguide
Hello all, setting down the #agentsguide of my YA Historical Novel (with a Speculative twist!) for consideration by #litagents and #editors! AFFINITY is my #amquerying project. The 61,000 word novel explores the topics of found family, generational trauma, and racism in 1970s Britain.
Every time I start working on a new book I breathe a little sigh of relief that I still have new ideas and the desire to write stories hasn’t disappeared
A new #agentsguide to FEAR OF THE WEAVER ✨ Enter cursed sands and holy dreams in my 90k YA high fantasy 🏹 returning to the #amquerying trenches after extensive revisions! #questpit #Q #YA #F #agentguide
When the King’s lethal plans to eradicate magic threatens to expose a noble’s seer abilities, she exploits her engagement with the King’s son to uncover the Crown’s secrets, but her fiancé’s fascination with poison could make her his next test subject if she’s caught #QuestPit #YA #F #Q #AgentsGuide
![Three graphics of amber jars with white labels sit on a brown wooden shelf. “Craft Your Poison” marks the front of the shelf in black cursive.
First jar: A yellow flower with green stems sits inside the jar. “Ingredient,” “Enemies to Lovers,” and “‘If you’re going to threaten to poison me, you should understand what you’re trying to poison me with’” mark the label.
Second jar: Dark indigo berries with lime green leaves fill the jar. “Ingredient,” “Involuntary visions of the future,” and “Blue, unseeing eyes bore into me. Their emptiness seizes my consciousness, twisting it awake. When I blink, the woman’s eyes close, and she disappears into the darkness” marks the label.
Third jar: A green leaf sits inside the jar. “Ingredient,” “Lessons in poison,” and “]I thought you couldn’t digest information from just reading.’ His chin dips, waiting to see if I uphold the lie I forgot about. I shrug. ‘It had drawings’” marks the label.](https://cdn.bsky.app/img/feed_thumbnail/plain/did:plc:26erca6kbdaobevzjhsaa3mt/bafkreibqkm63u5qqtkpjgpp2i2l7q7kv6z6nke5dqo6dzcuplevalmsism)
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He removes his glasses, careful not to strain the chain as he holds them in one hand and polishes the lenses with his tan shirt. The tension at the corners of his eyes relaxes as he cleans, and Nathan watches the simple calm on his face.
Seeing Lawrence without his glasses is as rare as a lightning strike, and just as stunning. It must be unsettling, frightening, to give up that boon to his vision, but Nathan relishes these moments he can selfishly fancy himself a confidant of Lawrence’s utmost trust. Not just through the physical ease on his face—the implicit trust, the fact he’s comfortable enough to be in such a state with Nathan.
Or perhaps he just needs to clear a smudge.
[Portrait of Nathan on the left and Lawrence on the right. Art by luneillusoire]](https://cdn.bsky.app/img/feed_thumbnail/plain/did:plc:4uyhh2tqyogo54zpleh2auc4/bafkreic54ir57zldicpiuwoc6cxafodlgnz3dr34uxvjkv7kf356daha44)
