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She/her. Scifi writer Gamer goblin GIF master Bisaster🏳️‍🌈 Norwegian & English Buy Let Slip the Beasts, it's got a hot sharkman and everything! https://books2read.com/letslipthebeasts

Two books stacked on top of each other. Bottom book is Let Slip the Beasts and the top book is the sequel, its title is obscured.

Bilde av oss i Venezia som drikker øl fra en 1,5 liters karaffel og jeg har fått prosecco servert i et rødvinsglass

Bilde av det rosa bordet mitt på markedet dekket av boka mi og tilhørende merch

Pic of a yellow dog in T pose. Over him the text reads: Me after a slight change of tone or behaviour from someone

Across the dog the text reads: do u hate me

Bilde av meg med en helt fersk dolk på brystet og en stor blomst på skulderen og opp mot halsen.

Skjermbilde av Tise-kontoen min. Brukernavnet er Suzysparkles

Selfie in blue lighting

Skjermbilde viser en innbetaling til min konto fra Amazon. Com Services Llc på hele 13 kroner og 13 øre.

Bilde av meg i blågrønn paljettkjole med lilla/blå/gule paljettsko. Har på meg lilla hårbøyle som matcher skoene

Videosnutten viser en taxi som gønner på opp Trondheimsveien ved Rosenhoff hvor det er ekstra smalt så vannspruten står langt inn på fortauet

Tegning av karakteren Leon fra boka mi Let Slip the Beasts. Han er en gyllenbrun fyr med brunt hår og skjegg. Han er i bar overkropp og står med armene i kryss over brystet. Han har abstrakte tatoveringer på skulder, arm, mage og lår.

Bildet viser bok 1 og 2 i Unni Lindells barnebokserie Frøken Snushane. Bok 1 har et cover som viser en blond jente i en rød jakke tegnet i en særegen stil. Bok 2 har et sjelløst KI-generert bilde av samme jenta.

Bilde av meg og Odd i finstasen. Jeg har på meg smaragdgrønn kjole med fargerik hårbøyle, Odd har på seg den blågrønne bryllupsdressen

Screenshot of WordHippo where I'm looking for a synonym to "smile" and one of the suggestions is "ahegao"

Picture shows a digital painting of a short, stocky, blue-skinned, yellow-eyed man with a terrible haircut. It's clearly just Danny DeVito but blue.

Bilde av meg meg kortere rosa hår og en subtil septum piercing på BD57 i Oslo

Bilde av meg bak salgsbordet mitt. Jeg har på meg en t-skjorte der det står: I put the "Lit" in Literature if under står det
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Ved siden av teksten er det en gråtende meme-katt som gir tommel opp.

Jeg gir også tommel opp og later som jeg griner

Pic of me and @oddkms.dev dressed as Skeletor and Beastman

Text post that says: Oh so no death cab for ugly? Ugly has to walk?

Bilde av John Christian Elden, en ring, en trent fyr og Adventure time med et timeglass med en X over

Bilde av en liten broderiring eller hva det nå heter hvor jeg har brodert en litt stakkarslig ananas

Screenshot of text: Climbing out of the couch required every ounce of strength she had, every iota of willpower. She stumbled into the bathroom and threw herself into the bathtub. Water engulfed her, ice pricked her skin like a thousand tiny needles. Furious cold shocked her brain into gear, into accessing the part of her mind Ash and Father’s pet doctor taught her to wall off for her own protection. She had built an obsidian tower in a void. Fit a door into the tower. Trapped the beast on the other side. She rarely opened the door these days. The void was enough. The void was safe.

Graphic listing the daily #SFFChat prompts for September. Today's prompt is: Recommend an indie book!

Bilde fra villaen til Aschehoug hvor Édouard Louis sitter på en liten scene sammen med sin norske redaktør.

Jeg har på meg en rosa og hvit-rutete cropped blazer med matchende miniskjørt. Under jakka har jeg en hvit skjorte med en pastellfarget strikkevest over. Jeg har på lyselilla sokker og rosa, svarte og hvite pensko.

Meg som sitter bak et rosa bord og holder opp boka mi med en hånd mens jeg gir tommel opp med den andre.

Bilde av meg som rekker finger til Odd som rekker finger til meg over et sjakkbrett

And further away from her monster face. It lurked beneath the surface, always. Sometimes it broke through, showed the world a part of herself she wanted to erase. She had kept it in check. She had been good. But on the rooftop with [REDACTED]'s life in her hands her monster face surfaced. [REDACTED] had almost won. What did her old friends see in her eyes in that moment? Who peered back at them? She was losing herself again. The thought settled like a razor wire crown on her head.

Screenshot of the royalty statement of $1.3

Picture shows a muscular, gray-skinned man with black hair and black eyed standing in hip-deep water. He's got tattoos and scars on his shoulders and chest, and gills along his ribs

Screenshot of text from the sequel to Let Slip the Beasts:

Kallie ground her teeth and knuckled the point where her upper and lower jaw met. A tenderness had settled there and would not leave. She needed a job right now. A job to take the edge off, where she could let off some necessary steam. The job only required her to deliver a message, not execute a cull. She could manage a simple delivery. It would at least scratch the itch until the next job targeting corpos came along. “Fine. Send me the deets and I’ll be on my way. Notify you when it’s done.”

Bilde av meg i en sølvfarget, paljettdekket biker-jakke med frynser langs armene og bak på ryggen.

Bilde av meg fra en do på Tons of Rock. Jeg har på meg et kort, rutete skjørt og en pentagramtopp og kraftig blå øyensminke.

A picture of Anton Chekov's book A Nervous Breakdown, only I've scribbled out Anton and added an 's to Chekov to make Chekov's A Nervous Breakdown

The main character of Let Slip the Beasts, Kallie, is depicted locked up in a jail cell. She's got mousy brown hair, one blue eye and one yellow eye. She is missing teeth and nails and is bleeding and crying. She's straight up not having a good time.

Bilde av meg i en svart- og hvitrutete "Chanel" - drakt med en fargerik bluse under jakka og rosa, hvite og svarte brogues.

Screenshot of text from the sequel to my scifi novel Let Slip the Beasts:

Her fine-tuned ears picked up the sharp sound of a slap through the wall. A thud followed. Kallie bolted from the bed. Put on a pair of pajama bottoms and a T-shirt and padded, quiet as a ghost, into the hallway. Her nightmares would never end, but maybe this one time, she could end somebody else’s. She let her trembling hand hover above the neighbor’s door. What was she thinking? If she knocked now, she’d draw attention to herself. She’d be noticed.

Screenshot of text:
Kallie glared at [REDACTED]. “If he leaves without us he’s a dead man and he knows it. What he should be doing is gathering his supplies while we take a moment to gather our strength.” Her eyelids drooped. “Fifteen minutes and then we leave,” she mumbled, her body heavy. She couldn’t possibly ever get up again.

Screenshot of text:

Stop talking to it, Mika,” Silone muttered from the corner. “It’s not her. How are you still getting your hopes up after all this time?” She rose from the pile of blankets, staggered toward them. Her locs had come undone and her joints were far too pronounced beneath her skin, but she had two arms and two legs, no tentacles, no tail. No beak jutting from a ruined face. “Although,” Silone said as she eyed Kallie up and down, “this one seems realer than the others. They got the tattoos right, for once. But it’s too tall, see? Don’t tell it anything.”

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No!” In a flash Kallie left the couch and barred the front door, arms crossed. “You can’t leave. I told you before, I warned you, your old lives are over. That includes leaving this apartment. Mika still has a tracker and VyroGen probably already has a file a mile long on you. Until VyroGen is dust and ashes this is it.” She gestured to the apartment, bile burned the back of her throat. The apartment was better than a small dark cell, but she was no better than him, keeping these two locked up against their will. “I’m sorry.”
“Can we get things delivered, tho?” Mika asked.

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Grabbing the cat, who allowed himself to be lifted, the kid sat on the bed and stroked the cat in short, rapid bursts. “So…you’re an asset. A pretty important one if someone were willing to breach the Syndicate to find you. Who would be able to pull something like that off?”
“Don’t worry about the who or the why. Focus on the how. You said you could help me figure out how they found me. So figure it out.”

Screenshot of text: Her hearing cut out. Rough hands restrained her arms and legs. Her fingers and toes lost all sensation. Muscles and nerves knitted themselves together, forced the bones in her crushed sternum outward, broken pieces fused and grew. The pressure on her lungs decreased. Kallie drew a shivering breath and then another. Power flooded back into her. She kept her eyes slitted against the light.

Bilde av meg som har en gullfoliert sjokolademedalje mellom tennene og Odd som ser lei seg ut

Picture of a watercolor honey badger in attack mode. Next it is some text that says "This meeting could have been a fistfight"

Bilde av en 3D-printet tjukk liten grå hai som sitter oppå en stabel med Let Slip the Beasts.

Aurelia - a character from Let Slip the Beasts. She has long, white hair, light brown skin and pink eyes. She's wearing a fancy silver dress and an off-white fur coat, and she's holding a fluted glass containing a pink liquid.

Screenshot of a publishing agreement between me and Champagne Book Group, the publisher of Let Slip the Beasts.

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På en brun skrivebordsmatte ligger tre bokmerker, tre buttons og fem klistremerker med illustrasjoner jeg har mekket selv eller som tatovør Blodsmare på Insta har bidratt med. Illustrasjonene inkluderer et creepy dameansikt som splittes av deler av dyr, en søt hai, en søt løve og en blodig tann

Jeg holder frem tre buttons. En blå med bilde av en blodig tann hvor det står Got teeth? En lilla en med bilde av en trist hai som prøver å strikke hvor det står I'm cold. Og en rosa med bilde av en beefy hai med et lyserosa hjerte bak seg, under haien står det Yuh!

Bilde av min nye tatovering av Popper, en kobold merchant fra Baldur's Gate 3. Han er en rar, liten dinousauraktig fyr med flosshatt. Under Popper er det et banner hvor det står "Want a treato?"

Screenshot of a portion of text from the untitled sequel to Let Slip the Beasts:

A muffled boom made the icy surface bulge and break apart. A sharp cry left [REDACTED] lips. He lost his footing, fell into the widening black hole, limbs flailing and mouth screaming. He sank fast. Kallie remained on the darkening ice, arms dangling at her sides, and waited to be told what to do. It felt good. Not having to make decisions

Jeg holder opp et klistremerke. Motivet er et kvinneansikt som spjæres og ut kommer det en vinge, en halefinne og en ulvekjeft. Bakgrunnen har en holografisk effekt.

Pictured is a huge plate of nachos from Taqueria La Herradura in Knoxville, served on a lunch tray. The plate is heaped with nacho chips, steak, salsa, sourcream, avocado and so much cheese! I think also queso, which I've never had before.

Screenshot of a piece of text that says: Kallie rubbed at her eyes and sighed. “Gotta make it harder for them to recognize me. No leaving through the front door either. Rooftops only. Avoid cameras and comms towers like the plague.” She scratched the back of her head. Rolled her shoulders. “It’s doable. Any chatter on the morgue or the fight in District 19, Mika?”
Mika tilted their head. “A little here and there. It gets deleted as soon as it pops up, tho. Someone has shared a grainy still of dead mercenaries and blurry footage of the fight, probably taken from a passing train. But it never stays around for long. Most people don’t even believe it’s real.”

Bilde av meg med jobbtrøye under en kul strikkevest hjemme i stua. Jeg har fått ny sveis som er litt mer shaggy enn før og håret er rosa foran og grått bak

Et bilde av en sprayboks med ferdigpiska krem som heter Krem Topping. Overlagt tekst sier: "Du har hørt om Krem Topping men har du hørt om krem bottoming".

A meme with the text "When the druid with 4 INT is running around using Wildshape" over four pictures of truly fucked up taxidermied animals.

Picture of the tattoos on my hand. Left hand has a raccoon drinking dumb bitch juice. Right hand has a very fresh gory poppy with an eye in the middle.

Screenshot of a tweet from 2020 showing a picture of black metal dude who has slipped in the snow and looks absolutely mortified. The text reads (Google translated from Norwegian hence the grammar): "Okay so my little brother has a friend who plays in the black metal band. He and the band were going out into the woods and taking a photo for the album cover, but just in that the photo was taken our little friend slipped in the snow. Here is the result. "