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ALT Shattered glass surround a transparent helm and shoulders of a spacesuit, stars fade into the transparency. Text top: Featuring, Found family, Object unknown, anxiety coded MC, space opera, teleportation, morals and ethics Middle: Destiny...or delusion? Bottom: Screaming available for agents everywhere A Fracture Within by Drew McDowell

ALT Slow-burn Romance; Obsession; Secrets & Lies; Betrayal; Murder. Image is split in two by a red gash with names in the centre: Elisa (Listy) Powers, Kris Constantine, Christina Naccasian, guest appearance by Rianna Constantine. On the right side is the face of a beautiful woman; on the left side is a couple about to kiss each other. A 5 star review by Magazine Reviewer says "A Masterpiece". A 5 stars given by Variety says "The du Maurier 'Rebecca' vibes are 'chef's kiss'!" She knew secrets. Now she's dead. HERA PRODUCTIONS presents CARELESS WHISPERS a 97k BOOKCLUB MYSTERY by Kala Patel IN SELECT INBOXES NEAR YOU

ALT A foggy, wooded mountainside, over which there is white text reading: Raven Queen's Flight, The Voronova Duology: Book 1

ALT An image of a silhouetted bird of prey, along with text describing the book's format and themes: YA Ornithopunk (Eagles and Airships), Dual POV, Planned Duology, Lost Throne, Coming of Age, Daunting Legacy, Grief + Loss, Friendship + Found Family, Responsibility v Desire, Imperialism v Autonomy. Also pictured are four comp titles: The Storm Crow by Kalyn Josephson, Dragon Rider by Taran Matharu, The Waking Land by Callie Bates, and Ash Princess by Laura Sebastian.

ALT A foggy mountainside, with text: After her parents are assassinated, Aveline, young heir to the throne of Voronova, must flee those once sworn to serve her. Adrift in foreign lands, Aveline knows she will need allies if she is to survive, let alone honour her father’s legacy. Kohl, a goshawk-riding scout, is on patrol when he spies an unmarked airship stealing through the border mountains. Assuming he has intercepted ordinary smugglers, he sneaks aboard and finds more than he bargained for: a runaway queen. After tragedy strikes, Kohl and his companions Matthy and Surit are drawn into Aveline’s quest to reclaim her throne. Her goal - to seek the help of her maternal uncle, Iskander, and his fierce bear-mounted cavalry. But she scarcely knows the man, and his lands lay on the far side of the continent besides. Mounted on the backs of immense birds of prey, the quartet will make their way across the continent, freeing allies and evading capture…

ALT A mountain lake, with text of the following snippet from the book: Through the porthole she watched the palace drifting slowly out of view. The city of Nov Voronova was clustered behind it, on the shore of the glistening Lake Vanda. The palace had been her home for all of her fifteen years - and now it wasn’t. One day, she thought, it will be again.

ALT Project Sugar and Spice moodboard Top row: black girl with curly hair holding up a peace sign in front of painted wall; palmiers sprinkled with granulated sugar; black guy with short curly hair standing behind workplace Middle row: Freshly baked brookies (combination of brownies and cookies); "I really want to kiss you and be cute with you and fall asleep in your arms and go on stupid dates, but I also want to sort of light you on fire and throw myself into traffic so idk" quote; freshly made choux pastry (cream puffs) Bottom row: pastry chef drizzling chocolate into a bowl; black couple holding each other in their arms; an assortment of bread in a dimly lit bakery

ALT Background: A dark volcanic landscape glows with rivers of molten lava under a storm-grey sky. Text in neon red and white: “An Agent’s Guide to THE DYING RELIGION — Adult Epic Fantasy 108k — Amelia Thorn.”

ALT Background: A burning orange night sky with smoke and sparks rising through the dark. Left section, bold white-red text labeled “Pitch” reads: “No one expected orphans to survive the war to end magic, let alone win it. But triumph saw a god bleed out on the altar of their peace. Now, as mortals race to slaughter the five who remain, the children raised for holy war must decide if the divine deserve saving.” Right section, red gradient text labeled “Comps” lists: “Bury Our Bones / In the Midnight Soil / Godkiller / The Starving Saints / Kaos / The Witcher.”

ALT Background: Forest fires glowing through dense smoke; embers drift through orange haze. Main text in glowing red labeled “Excerpt”: “It was hope, painted bloody, raw, bare. Gods help them, Emmett curses the old habit in that thought, but the revulsion doesn’t silence the echo. Hope like that rarely dies quiet.” Lower text in red-orange gradient labeled “Tropes”: “Magic Comes at a Cost / Hero × Villain / Found Family / Gods Pay Their Dues / OwnVoices LGBTQIA+ Rep / Heist into Hell.”

ALT Background: Black volcanic rock threaded with glowing magma. Text in red and white glow presents key story beats: • First Line: “Magic untended festers. Magic forgotten rots.” • First Dialogue: “He’s late.” • First Heartbreak: “Your first mistake was thinking that people like you and I were ever born to do anything but burn.” • First Action: “Blood, light and rot seep out, like a wound failing to clot over, too late to stop the loss.”

ALT A MEMORY OF MOONKISSED MALICE Fantasy Dark Academia Feminine Rage Vampires Corrupted Moon Magic Villain Era Protag Queendoms Enemies to Lovers Found Family

ALT THE PITCH 18-year-old Alyss Veylas wishes to attend Nocturne Collegiate for one reason—revenge. Five long years after her sister was murdered by the school's guardian, she finally gets that chance. Armed with a Moon Fragment granting memory magic and the aid of her ex and his new girlfriend, Alyss must confront the woman who took away the person she loved most.

ALT CHAPTER ONE The rain made it easier to rob his grave. My shovel carved through the sodden earth, the water contorting into murky veins around its edge. Desperation drove each labored thrust, the burning ache in my muscles but an afterthought to the prize that lied in wait. Even the Valera Forest held its breath; the fog thick enough to smother the night's whispers. All was silent save for the spilling of soil under the deluge that drenched us. Us. As I lifted my gaze to the boy standing across from me, I found that word had lost all semblance of warmth.






















































