💚 Cameron Sidhe 💚

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(it's pronounced "shee") 💚 LGBT fantasy 💚 Rock climbing 💚 Pit bulls 💚 Ohio Is for Lesbians 💚 Check out my book series! eirenicverses.com

"Bending neck like willow bough, wings that sweep like summer snow, dark eyes of blackest bright, gleaming river of cool delight. Swan seeks silent melody, turns its feathered prow to sea, paddles past each boundary, acknowledging no nationality. Stretch one's beak to the yielding sky and trumpet out the true heart cry. To be wild and proud and limitless, bowing only to love's largesse."
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Final Thoughts: Fans of mythic worldbuilding, LGBTQ folklore, and lyrical fantasy will enjoy this tale. It’s for people who think that stories have the ability to change reality, heal, and curse, and that language is precious. Cameron Sidhe has penned a story that should be read loudly by candlelight, whispered on stormy nights, or handed down like a holy artifact. It’s a subtly potent book that I will return to whenever I need to reaffirm my faith in the power of language. Rating: 5/5 stars A must-read for lovers of sapphic fantasy, fairy tale aesthetics, and lyrical storytelling.
A presence crouched on the floor a respectable distance away; he kept his eyes closed, unwilling to give his interrogator the pleasure of seeing him flinch. More horror to come, he was sure. "My name is Juliska Sygnis," a gentle voice told him. "I'll be taking you to our meronym in Vercingetorix." He jerked his face to the woman, eyes wide. In his fragile state, she was the most ravishing dame he had ever seen. Snow-white hair that curled at the edges like wings; dark eyes and pale skin; a blue robe cinched with black at the waist. If he could speak with any coherency, he would have told her she looked like an angel. But there was a more important element here, evident by the sigils on her nails. This woman was a High Poet, spiriting him to the Society's sacred quarters for healing. Exactly where he had needed to go in the first place, before all this unpleasantness. Somehow, getting tortured was the best thing for his mission; he would have struggled to gain access otherwise. "Can you do something for me?" he croaked while she leaned down and brought a flask to his lips. Strong wine with an odd bitter aftertaste. Some sort of drug. "Of course." What a tender timbre: soft and high, like the mewl of a kitten. He wanted to kiss that voice, somehow. Growing foggy from medication, Mordrek weakly drew the blanket further over himself until he was completely covered. The tiny movement took the last of his strength; he dropped his head to the hard stone, slurring his request. "Turn around, darling. I'd rather you not see."
A poem that reads: “The hardest thing to swallow, a stone under my tongue: that all things will wither when touched by my hand. This graceless hate I harvest, thorn scarred in my chest. To excise is my undoing: keep it and weep instead.”
In this moment, he didn't care about his mission, about what Queen Susuma would want from him. Every sin he'd ever committed had seeped into the soil. His body was tighter than a bowstring, drawn up to hit his target with every stroke. A bullseye, blazing hot. No borders. No nationalities. No heaven or hell or Cave of the All Fallen. No goddess watching below. Orange eyes to black, black hair to white, freckles to pure pale; a Sinan moan, a Bremish sigh. One last thrust, and an explosion of total contentment, vision sparkling with every color of the rainbow, with every word of love he'd ever thought. Several seconds later, Mordrek felt Juliska quiver, a soft cry like a swan song; she relaxed, her hands falling from his hair. He grabbed one of her hands and kissed the black-marked fingernails, whispering in Rixian so she wouldn't understand what he meant. "I wish I could have you forever, darling. The only one for me."
Promo image for "Saint Luridalr and the Peony Phoenix," a sapphic fantasy fairy tale by Cameron Sidhe. A golden phoenix is overlaid on a red-tinged mountain range background. The top text states "A love story that built a mountain range ..." followed by the title, Saint Luridalr and the Peony Phoenix. At the bottom, it states "Available from multiple retailers."
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Cover for "Saint Luridalr and the Peony Phoenix," a sapphic fantasy fairy tale by Cameron Sidhe. In the middle is a gold phoenix done in a paper cutout style, with a heart in the middle. It is surrounded by gold embellishments, including small mountains.
The first line of 'What Is Cannot Be Unwritten,' the fourth book in the Eirenic Verses series by Cameron Sidhe. It reads “Mordrek Willets. Killed a grown man in a bar fight. Shoved a hot poker through his eye.” The text is overlaid on a darkened scene of a sea shore. On the bottom, it states "What Is Cannot Be Unwritten - coming fall 2025."
A five-star review on Goodreads for "Saint Luridalr and the Peony Phoenix" by Cameron Sidhe, a 10,000-word novella in the Eirenic Verses series. The review reads: "Thank you to Cameron and Booksprout for the ARC copy!! An absolutely stunning edition to the Eirenic Verses!! Despite being such a tiny novella, the story is unbelievably moving and I am such a slut for a lore dump! Finally getting to see the origins of the High Poets was amazing!! As always, a triumph for Cameron. Very excited to the next book in the series! ♥"
Promotional image for the Booksprout review campaign for "Saint Luridalr and the Peony Phoenix," a sapphic fairy tale by Cameron Sidhe. In the background, there are mountains that have been colored a dark burgundy. To the right is the cover for "Saint Luridalr and the Peony Phoenix" by Cameron Sidhe. The cover features a golden phoenix and gold embellishments. At the top of the banner is the URL for the review campaign, tinyurl.com/luridalr. The text states "Review copies now available! A sapphic fairy tale featuring 13 original poems and a gorgeous, mystical love story."
Screenshot of a Notepad document. The text states: 'Nudging the man with his toe to ensure that he was truly dead, Mordrek turned back to his other victim, flopped on the ground with a severed spine. He kneeled down to check for breath: a faint one, raspy as the man's paralyzed lungs struggled to beat back the blood. No need to prolong the suffering. At least the poor bastard didn't feel anything below the chest. "Now, do you have any last words?" Mordrek asked, voice conversational. "Regrets? Admissions of love?" The burly man wheezed and stared up at him with large eyes, too far gone to speak. "Alright. Don't change your mind—you don't have time." With a sigh, Mordrek clapped his hand over his victim's eyes, quieter now. "It's easier this way. Just relax." He was sure there was nothing relaxing about having one's throat cut in the middle of a forest, with only the faint hoot of faraway owls to mask the sluicing sound. Regardless, the man did not struggle, only gasped one final time before his air pipe split in two.'
A two-post meme format. The first post states "ppl who celebrate fictional characters are annoying pass it on." The second post states "FUCK this post and happy birthday-" with "Orrinir Relickim" pasted on top of the original text. At the bottom of the photo is Orrinir Relickim, a character from the Eirenic Verses series. He has short, spiky red hair and silver eyes. He is wearing a brown tunic. Behind him is a birthday background with a cake and balloons.
This was Thieves’ Quarter, after all. The capital city’s most feared neighborhood, where only the criminally depraved would carve themselves a home. And Mordrek, who would not count himself amongst such flotsam. After all, his domicile was so richly decorated with stolen items from the countless shipwrecks that pounded Kulniryi’s shores. Who could he be but a gentleman?
A woman with green hair lead climbing on a green rope. She is climbing over a chimney with her legs below the overhang and her arms above. Her body makes a banana shape.
a woman climbing
Cover for "Saint Luridalr and the Peony Phoenix" by Cameron Sidhe. It is done in a classic fairy tale book cover style, with embellishments along the side. In the middle is a stylized phoenix with a cutout for the heart.
Screenshot of two lines from a poem in the unpublished book, "Saint Luridalr and the Peony Phoenix." The lines are: "Should I be shot kneeling, I will die bowed in prayer."
A photomanipulation of the cover of "9 Years Yearning" by Cameron Sidhe. On the left is a petite, green-haired man with green eyes looking at the viewer. He is wearing elaborate battle gear, including a green cloak. To the left is a large, muscular man with crimson hair and sharp grey eyes. He is wearing gold and burgundy battle gear. The caption states: "Meet these exceptional young gay men. See them punch each other because of mutually unrequited longing"
A screenshot from a Wordpress post on www.eirenicverses.com. To the left is text that states: "Aleric the Dog We don’t meet the second Aleric until the eighth book, Perseity, but Cerie mentions that she had a childhood dog named Aleric in 9 Years Yearning. While there is technically a meaning behind this name, it does not actually matter. The real reason is that this was my dog Clark’s shelter name. (His current name is an homage to Superman, who was created in Cleveland.)" To the right is a picture of a black and white pitbull, the inspiration for the fictional character.
a lesbian flag against a blue background
Daiski, the antagonist in the later books of the Eirenic Verses, is a sociopath who genuinely cannot comprehend why he would not be allowed to do whatever he pleases. Raised as a prince and pampered by his parents, he's never faced consequences for anything; he explodes in rage when given the littlest taste of his own medicine, so much so that he tries to destroy society to gain more power. He sleeps well at night because he doesn't see anything wrong with what he does. He has no ulterior motive beyond getting what he wants as soon as he wants it; he cannot think past his immediate desires. This, to me, makes him almost more terrifying than if he had a goal in mind beyond immediate gratification. There is no way to reason with someone like him because there's nothing to reason with. No amount of bargaining or psychoanalyzing will fix him. He can’t be redeemed. I have been fascinated by sociopaths for many years, as I was raised by one. Their thought processes escape me; they are completely alien to my own. Daiski is my attempt to understand how they think, but even writing about him hasn't revealed much to me. While some might see the "evil soulless villain" as a copout, I find antagonists like him the scariest of all - because people like him do exist out there and really feel like that.
A capybara lying in bed partially covered by a green blanket. The caption states "How I sleep knowing I have objectively correct opinions about everything"
Screenshot of a word document. The text reads: “Poesy dredged the ocean to fill those sparkling eyes. Drinking a maelstrom would be easier than meeting your sea glass gaze. Pink pearl, I dare not covet your silk. What love-poison must lurk? How you could shipwreck sailors eager for one glance. Pacing at the edge of a deep pool, surrounded by silent siren song. If I should grab a rope and go diving, could I learn not to drown?”
A promo image for "Pride Before a Fall" by Cameron Sidhe. Three of the characters are overlaid on a star-patterned background. Bannain, a brown horse, is standing behind two male characters. One, a green-haired man named Uileac Korviridi, is looking up longingly into somewhere in the distance. A taller redhead named Orrinir Relickim is looking down at Uileac with a soft smile on his face. The text reads "DO NOT TRUST THIS HORSE" with warning symbols on either side. Underneath, the text reads, "discover his many horse crimes in Pride Before a Fall."
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The cover of "Funeral of Hopes," the third part of the Eirenic Verses series by Cameron Sidhe. Three characters stand before a fire in a forest clearing at dusk. To the left is Cerie Korviridi, facing away from the reader. She is wearing a long green cloak that reaches her calves. In the center is Uileac Korviridi, a slim man with green hair. He is wearing a green cloak and staring pensively into the fire with his arms crossed. To the right is Orrinir Relickim, a large bulky man with red hair. He is staring down into the fire with his left hand in his pocket. He has a sword at his side and is wearing a dark green jacket.
On the left side of the photo is Wendy, a female gray American Bully. She is wearing an orange inflatable collar while recovering from surgery. To her right is Pete the pig, a pink Squishmallow wearing a floppy purple hat and sipping from a coconut drink.
A grey female American Bully lying on a red blanket with her tongue out and her eyes closed