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New Emily Wilde fic:

King for a Day

I am so excited to share "King for a Day" with you all! This is Wendell's memoir re: the day he ascended to the throne of Where the Trees Have Eyes (and his exile later that day, of course).

But there's more! Today is the Faerie Fools Exchange event on the Emily Wilde Discord (s secret Santa exchange). My illustrious Faerie Fool @aranov requested some irresponsible party boy teenage Wendell (Liath). So Wendell and his silly friends will be getting up to plenty of mischief before it all comes crashing down.

This will be my longest fic so far, at least 10 chapters! The first two chapters are up now. Get ready to meet Wendell’s family (including little Deilah) and all his silly OC friends!

Read it here on AO3

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My stepmother was in a strange mood; she had been all day. She reached up and gently touched my hair. Her expression was positively maternal.

“Promise me you won’t grow up too fast?”

I laughed. “Don’t worry.”

I hadn’t been fair to her, I decided in that moment. In the past few months she had been kinder to all of us, or at least more patient. Of Father’s moods, especially. And her forbearance with the twins this morning was almost revolutionary. Awkwardly, I put my arms around her delicate shoulders. She was tense too; we’d never been particularly affectionate with each other.

New Emily Wilde one-shot!

This begins a new multi-chapter ficlet set a few months after the end of Compendium (so about a month after Emily's coronation). This ficlet explores a few post-canon themes I've been wanting to get to, many of which revolve around the theme of family.

Read it here on AO3

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Wendell was already waiting for me at the training green, whose grass had already grown over the torn-up places from this morning. His white lace-up tunic and tan breeches were also miraculously pristine, which made me wonder how many of these identical sparring getups he has made for himself. His dressing room is much larger than mine, and that is saying something.

“You are very punctual,” I said.

“I will have you know that I was a model student in my day. Always on time, always the quickest learner.”

“In which subjects, I wonder?”

"Swordmanship. Knife-work. Needlecraft.” He thought for a moment. “I think that about covers it. My attendance to the other subjects was a little more, ah, spontaneous.”

“So as long as sharp objects are involved…?”