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Call me Gabe (Pen Name: G.T. Anthony) 🏳️‍⚧️🏳️‍🌈 he/him | 29 | 🔞 Just a lonely ghoul with his face always stuck in a book. I write things on the internet Ao3: https://archiveofourown.org/users/TheElderVampire Itch: https://gt-anthony.itch.io/ Minors DNI / 🚫AI

Darin needed to distract her from the sight. “How is he?” Even if he already asked, he needed to know. She sighed. “His Majesty is resting. His fever had broken just a couple hours ago.” His dread was threatening to choke him. “Can I see him, Miss Charlotte? Please.” Miss Charlotte stepped away from the door. “Briefly. Follow me.” As he did so, his eyes darted around to look at the surrounding walls. Even these corridors were grander than he normally got to experience in his day to day. Never had he been in the palace as a guest quite like this before. Usually, it was to sneak around near the gates, or chase glances and smiles and wave up towards the terrace. Or it was those brief moments in Prince Sebastian’s bed chambers. He knew the way well enough. It appeared he hadn’t been moved to the King’s rooms yet. “He asked about you, you know.” Miss Charlotte spoke softly. Darin blanched. “He did?” She nodded. “He was hoping to see you at his coronation.” He felt sick. “Right. I was busy at the front,” he lied. “I couldn’t have made it.” “Such a shame.” She left it at that and opened the door.
Screenshot from formatting for my book, “The Witch of Eden Hollow. The main focus is on the center of the image, which is a time break interior graphic. There are two vines of ivy stretching towards the edges of the pages. And in between them, there’s a silhouette if a sitting hare.
“Can you now explain to me what the hell that was back in town?” Father scowled. “The aggression, the temper. What is going on?” “I already told you. I’m fine.” “No, you are not.” He pulled up the other chair and sat in front of him. “Is it the stone? Are you ill, son?” He reached forward to take his hand. He jerked his head to look away from him. “Avery, *talk* to me.” “Why?” he snapped, and he snatched his hand away. “So that you can pry into my thoughts? So that you can expose me to the reverend?” Father blanched. “Avery, please.” “Are you afraid that I will further embarrass you out in public?” He stood up. “Are you afraid that I will further shame the Miller family name?” *“What?* Avery…” “Why do you even bother asking? You already don’t trust me. You don’t value my work.” Father tried to approach him again. “Avery, there has just been too much on my shoulders as of late.” “As if you would care about me otherwise?” His blood was running hot. Where was this rage coming from? “You never believed in me. You never wanted me around. You don’t even think I’m your son!” “Avery, that’s not true—” “You don’t believe I’m a child of God.”
Book cover for "Beautiful, But Deadly" a novella by G.T. Anthony Depicted are two hands (one a pale human with freckles, the other beastly with gray-brown fur and long, dark claws) both holding the stem of an oleander flower. The background is dark with a blood red circle in the center.
Copy of the book The Lord of the Wood by E.M. Anderson
Gideon shrugged his shoulders. “Such a sombre evening indeed. Oh!” He lit up. “Why not invite some of those scholars that arrived in Gurindeck? I am sure you would have much to talk about with them.” “They are far too busy to have a boring evening with the second prince.” “Come now.” He laughed. “You are not just a second prince. You are soon to be the Master Archivist for His Majesty, King Gideon of Sunderland.” “You sure do enjoy imagining our father’s untimely demise.” He seemed unfazed by my remark. “As such, you are going to have a pleasant birthday, for once.” I frowned. “The only way this evening would be pleasurable for me is if Father was not invited.” He blinked. “We *could* tell him not to come.” “Don’t be daft.” I went over to the vanity to try and tame my hair. It was now down to my waist, and while it was difficult to keep it untangled, weaving it into a long braid helped enough. My eyes were tired, my cheeks sallow. Gideon was right. I did look terrible. “You cannot uninvite the King to anything.” He sighed. “Terryn was wrong. You *are* stubborn.”
screenshot from to formatting draft of The Witch of Eden Hollow. The time break is signified using the silhouette of a hare
Illustration made using Clip Studio Paint. Depicted is a sword striking through a ring made of woven branches.
A screenshot from the first page of Chapter Three of The Witch of Eden Hollow. Shown is chapter header artwork depicting 4 daisies in a cluster
“You think they’ll *listen* to you?” Elias hissed. “What did they promise you?” “It wasn’t like that,” he insisted. “Liar!” “Please, Elias. Please, I never meant for it to be like this!” Before Elias could answer, he was struck again. “What’s the matter, *witch?”* one of the elders muttered in his face. “Too sick and weak to fight back?” “Gentlemen, please.” [REDACTED]’s voice rang out when at last, he approached them. “No need for further violence.” He looked around, pursing his lips. “My, my. You truly are half the wretch you used to be.” Elias’ horror only grew as he stared at [REDACTED]. As blood trickled down his nose, his face began to pale. That stricken look would not leave him, and he stopped struggling. “You could not keep yourself hidden for long, could you?” asked [REDACTED]. “I only needed to ask the right people.” “You…” Elias trailed off, hardly breathing. “I know you. Those eyes…”
The city was levelled and reduced to rubble. Not even the castle was still standing. There were no trees, no plants, no animals, nor were there any people. The sky had a terrible hue, overcast and tinted red. It looked like the end of the world. Smoke was billowing around him. The smell was acrid. I was startled awake, gasping as I realised that the smoke was coming from the coneys I tried cooking. I yelped and tried to shove them out of the fire with a large stick, coughing when the smoke went straight through me. I was starting to truly lose it, and I could not help but sob as I cowered away from the campfire. And here was another night where I was going to go hungry.
Before him was an apparition. A woman with long curls and a full figure. She carried about her an aura that he wanted to sink into, for it carried peace and comfort. He had never seen anything like it. Was this *Her?* Was this Elias’ goddess? She was silent, though She gave Theodore a kind smile, one that he wanted to cower from. *Never,* not in all his years serving the Holy Father, had he ever seen such a miracle, such a display of divinity. And still, he watched Her.
Black and white illustration made using Clip Studio Paint Four daisies in a cluster with leaves bordering them. Though a digital illustration, it resembles the technique done in ink wash paintings
“See?” he cried. “See how you should run from me? Spare yourself the grief of knowing me.” “No.” Samson looked at his face. “I don’t want to run from you.” Benedict froze. “What?” “I don’t. Far from it.” One hand still held his ear while the other stroked his cheek. Samson continued. “I want to run towards you. I want to hold you, covet you. I want to take away your pain. I want to shoulder it with you. I want to care for you, worship you. All so that one day you can look back on Eden Hollow’s hatred as nothing more than a bitter memory. Because you, Benedict Miller, deserve to feel loved.” “Samson…” Benedict felt more tears. Samson kissed his brow. “I love you.” “S-Samson.” Helplessly, he started to cry. “I love you.” Samson repeated it, his smile gentle. They kissed each other fiercely, full of pent up passion and need.
“I don’t plant them,” he stammered. “I… I *keep* them.” “Oh?” Eadmund blinked. “Well, whyever for?” His blood suddenly chilled, and it took any warmth that he felt from his embarrassment and siphoned it out of him. “Because…” His voice shook. “I’m sorry. I just thought…” “Oleander.” He held out a hand. “I am not offended.” “Forgive me, Eadmund,” he insisted, feeling no comfort in its words. “I just like to hold on to them. I saw them as gifts.” He gave a hollow chuckle. “Foolish, I know,” he grumbled. “I will plant what hasn’t wilted. I promise, I won’t hoard them anymore.” “Hold.” The beast’s brows rose. “You see them as *gifts?”* Oleander’s eyes watered. “Yes.” He refused to look at him. “Please, forgive me.” “But there is nothing to forgive. Oleander, look at me.” When turning his head, he tried blinking back more tears. “I’m sorry.”
screenshot from Obsidian of a relationship map between five characters in Fealty Among Bastards Slowburn KingXGuard - King Sebastian (gay) and Darin Wallace (bisexual, demiromantic) Polycule - Seamus Garrett (transgender, pansexual, demiromantic), Artan Xerith (polyamorous, nonbinary, achillean), and Grigor Stonewalker (bisexual, polyamorous)
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“I am assigning you a task that requires discretion and expertise. I was told by your benefactor here that you are more than capable of that?” Seamus blinked, looked to Leanna, but she just gestured to answer them. “Aye. I’ve worked for Leanna for twenty years. Have my own company under me.” “Good. Very good.” They paused. “Your job, then, will be to ensure total debilitation and incapacitation of His Royal Majesty.” Artan blanched. They jerked their head to Seamus. “I’m sorry, what?” He ignored their concern. “Are you certain?” The stranger gave a slow nod. “I speak for the majority, Mr. Garrett. Ailovell hasn’t been the same since the plague. You know that well enough, don’t you?” Seamus faltered. “I do.” He clutched Artan’s hand. “My family was affected greatly. We lost my brother to it. He was only a babe.” “And King Prentice, may the Benevolent Mistress rest his soul, had done nothing to help you and yours. Had he?” Seamus shook his head, solemn. “Never. One moment, my father was invited to banquets. The next, we are left to starve under the weight of our grief.” “You have no hope that our new King could ever rectify that, do you?” His eyes narrowed. “No. He only survived that poisoned bolt by dumb luck. I can promise you that.”
doodle of the flower fairy Chicory blushing and nervously sweating while holding a large torn page. A snail is watching him with a suspicious eye with "..." next to her head
illustration made using Clip Studio Paint of a male fairy named Chicory (character belongs to author Alex Larkspur). He has brown skin and light purple hair, and he's wearing clothing made of petals and leaves. He is hovering in flight next to a large ripped page of a nobleman kissing someone's hand that we can't see. Chicory instead has his hand replacing the other person so that the nobleman in the drawing is kissing his hand instead.
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“You’re not a burden.” Samson held Benedict’s head. “And I help you because I want to. Eden Hollow doesn’t deserve you, Benedict. No one should ever be convinced that a *child* with no family that needs help is an enemy. How *dare* they, even. How dare they treat you this way. Your whole life?” Miserably, Benedict nodded. “Well, listen here.” Samson pulled back a bit but still held one of his arms in a gentle grip. “Look. I just held you. You kissed me. I’m talking to you. Do you see any misery on my face?” Benedict frowned. “…No?” “Do I look worse off for it?” “No.” “There you have it.” Samson gave him a gentle smile. “That doesn’t sound like a cursed man to me. What it sounds more like to me is that Eden Hollow is down on their luck. They have their own misfortunes. But it can’t be God’s fault, right? So, they needed someone to place blame, and they picked you.”
Elias leaned into his hand. Though his eyes glistened, he was still smiling. He nodded his head. “My new life is beautiful, Theo,” he whispered. “It’s perfect.” Theodore relaxed and wiped some of his tears away with his thumb. He leaned down, kissing Elias’ lips with such tenderness. “So is mine.”
I grunted in frustration with the present moment, shoving the sword back into the scabbard I had acquired. «Fine. You made your point.» Auðunar frowned as I was stepping away. «Get back here, Sunderish fool! The raid is at dawn, and you are not prepared.» «We have been doing this *all* week!» I hollered back. «All you are doing is battering me! If you still think I cannot fight, then what good are you?» He reached out, taking hold of my arm. I turned to him, seeing an amused quirk in his brow. «But you *are* improving. Now, you can beat one of my brothers that is *fifteen* years of age.» «Oh, you are impossible!» I wrenched my arm out of his grip. Auðunar chuckled. «See? You can get out of my grasp no problem now.» «I hate you,» I snapped. «Fortunately, Sunderish fool, you did not pay me to like you.» «The sooner we get to Berusær, the better, for I will then be *miles* away from you!» «You’re sure about that?» he smirked. I rolled my eyes. «Surely, you’ll soon after meander around these forests for more work for coin.»
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Pitch set against a foggy forest background. To the left is a text block with the pitch. Top Caption: Fealty Among Bastards (WIP) Pitch Text: After an assassination attempt on his coronation day, King Sebastian is told to flee northwest to marry his queen and ensure the Kingdom of Ailovell's security. The only one hired to protect him is Captain Darin Wallace, the soldier that broke his heart years ago. Darin himself, scarred both physically and mentally from war, knows he must keep his feelings for the king a secret, for revealing them would only hurt them both. Everything that could go wrong on this journey goes wrong, and it leaves them both with questions they hope to answer. Will they survive the journey? Was this assassination attempt planned? Can King Sebastian weather the inner turmoil within his mind? Is Darin truly willing to do anything to protect his king, even if it breaks his heart? And once their feelings reach a fever pitch, can Sebastian and Darin keep their hands to themselves? To the right, there are a set of loglines above four moodboard images: The Loglines: A Traumatized King, A Soldier's Undying Fealty, A Conspiracy Threatening to Destroy Them, & A Love Affair That Will Cost Them Everything Image 1: A close-up of a person with blood on their hands. Image 2: A hand flippantly holding a crown. Image 3: A couple intimately leaning close to kiss.
Image of a man looking so tense that the veins on his head and neck are bulging
Together, they hobbled up the road towards the dilapidated shack that they called home. The three of them, not having any family or loved ones to provide for, all shared a living space that consisted of three rooms and a kitchen that should be condemned. “Artan?” Grigor’s voice boomed. “We’re back!” Seamus sighed. “Announce it a little louder, why don’t you?” “Sorry.” He had a sheepish smile on his face. Sure enough, they both heard footsteps rush towards the front door. “There you are.” A soft, lilting voice piped up before they saw their face. “I was wondering what…” An elf with long, blanched hair and brown skin stopped dead and stared at Seamus. At his wound, presumably. “What did you do?” Seamus sighed. “Artan, it’s just a scratch. One of them got me on my blind side.” Their eyes narrowed. “You bastard. I just stitched you up there not a month ago!” “I’m sorry, all right? It’s not like a *chose* where to get wounded.” “Come sit.” They gave a pointed look towards their work station in the kitchen. “I’ll have to start all over again.”
[REDACTED] shook his head, falling back and spasming from another convulsion of pain. He tried to breathe, his veins bulging. “C-come now,” he coughed. “I-is it money? Do you want money? T-take it all. Your debts are clear. Is it about [REDACTED]?” [REDACTED] glared at him. *“Nothing* will make up for all that you’ve done to me and my family.” It was then that [REDACTED] noticed roots and vines emerging from the ground. They began to coil around [REDACTED'S] throat, restrained his wrists and ankles, pulling them taut. “[REDACTED].” he rasped, choking. “Please. S-see reason. You’re… a-a man of God.”
Pitch set against a foggy forest background. To the left is a text block with the pitch. Top Caption: Fealty Among Bastards (WIP) Pitch Text: After an assassination attempt on his coronation day, King Sebastian is told to flee northwest to marry his queen and ensure the Kingdom of Ailovell's security. The only one hired to protect him is Captain Darin Wallace, the soldier that broke his heart years ago. Darin himself, scarred both physically and mentally from war, knows he must keep his feelings for the king a secret, for revealing them would only hurt them both. Everything that could go wrong on this journey goes wrong, and it leaves them both with questions they hope to answer. Will they survive the journey? Was this assassination attempt planned? Can King Sebastian weather the inner turmoil within his mind? Is Darin truly willing to do anything to protect his king, even if it breaks his heart? And once their feelings reach a fever pitch, can Sebastian and Darin keep their hands to themselves? To the right, there are a set of loglines above four moodboard images: The Loglines: A Traumatized King, A Soldier's Undying Fealty, A Conspiracy Threatening to Destroy Them, & A Love Affair That Will Cost Them Everything Image 1: A close-up of a person with blood on their hands. Image 2: A hand flippantly holding a crown. Image 3: A couple intimately leaning close to kiss.
Against a dark forest floor background, there is a book cover at the center of the image, a logline pitch at the top, and eight listed tropes bordering the cover. The text throughout the image is written in a pale pink font. The cover art is for the book "Beautiful, But Deadly - A Novella by G.T. Anthony," in which the cover depicts two hands (one human, the other a beast with dark grey-brown fur), both taking hold of an oleander flower. Top Logline: "When a dysphoric farmer trapped in a miserable marriage decides to help the beast terrorising his village instead of harming it, he finds safety in the arms of something he had been taught to fear." Tropes to the left of the cover, top to bottom: - Monster Fucker Awakening - Transmasc MC - Hug the Beast, get a free transition! - Touch EITHER of them and Die. Tropes to the right of the cover, top to bottom: - Folktale Atmosphere - Slow Burn - Beastly/Fae LI - The Beast STAYS a Beast! Bottom Caption: Available Now on Itchio
Tristan then asked for the check. “Here’s another date idea for you.” “What might that be?” Tristan smiled. “It’s apple picking season. There’s an orchard that lets you pay for however many you can fit in a bag.” Avery chuckled. “When would you like to do that?” “I was thinking Saturday. We can leave early, be back by dinner. We can eat at my place. Maybe we can drink some fresh cider together.” Avery faltered. Saturday? *Tristan’s place?* He’d never even seen his house. What about church the next day? He always had to be up early for that. He never missed church. And why was he thinking about staying the night? “Avery?” Tristan started to deflate. “I’m just not sure if that day will work.” Avery leaned on his elbow. “The weekends are never a good idea.” A soft sigh. “I understand. Really. I know how important church is to you. I’m sorry.”
album cover for Evanescence's "Fallen." (2003)
Background Image: a scenic photo of a city block in Portland, Maine. Top caption: No Love Like Your Love - An Eden Hollow Modern AU Pitch (on the left): Tropes (on the right): Religious Trauma Spiritual Deconstruction Chronically Ill MC Size Difference Queer Joy
“I’m going to die.” Darin was close enough to the carriage to hear the King’s panicked, wavering voice. “I’m going to die,” he then gasped. “I’m going to die, I’m going to die!” Darin hurried to shift his focus, striking hard at the first man that dared lunge for him. One swift strike across the chest, the other hand finishing him off by stabbing him in the throat. The other was too slow. He swung once more to cut through the elbow. Another came at him from behind, though he was ready with his off hand, stabbing at the groin. He heard a choked scream before this marauder’s death. He wiped at his face. Blood was getting too close to his eyes for his liking. The leader’s eyes bulged. “Don’t just stand there. *Kill* him!” The archers let loose a volley. Darin had to slide swiftly enough to nearly roll an ankle. It was a brash move, one that nearly cost him. The man with the hammer sprang forward right at his weak point. He swung wide, aimed right for his head. “Shit!” Darin flinched with barely enough time, felt the wind rush over his face before being assaulted by the sounds of splintering wood and a terrified shriek. *“Dammit.”* He grabbed at the wielder’s legs just as he tried to swing again, tugging to knock him to the ground. “There he is.” The leader laughed, triumphant. “Shoot him!” The archers let more of their arrows fly. They were aiming straight for the inside of the carriage.
*“Death to the King of Ailovell!”* It was only seconds later that Sebastian let out a pained gasp. A sharpness pierced right into his stomach. When he looked down, blood was pooling and seeping through his leotard, the source being directly where he was shot with a bolt. Fire spread throughout his body, starting right within his insides. Chaos drowned out his own agony. A cacophony of screams paralyzed him. His life flashed before his eyes, one rigidly lived.
“Understand, Your Majesty, that you mustn’t delay the marriage a moment longer. You need an heir, and quickly.” Sebastian’s skin prickled. “You act as if I’m still going to die.” “Night adder venom is almost *always* lethal.” He shook his head, though a wave of dread crashed over his entire body. “I am alive.” “You are, and so was your father, at one point.” His heart skipped a beat. “These are troubling times, my liege,” said his advisor. “Your father had poor health most of his life. Who is to say that a similar fate won’t now befall you? The sooner we ensure the safety and prosperity of your line, the better.” That sentiment had been echoed most of his life. He was on borrowed time. His line was weak. Perhaps, Lord Valerius was right. He needed to put Ailovell first, not himself. *Never* himself. “Very well.” Sebastian lowered his head. “I shall depart as soon as I am considered recovered.”
Against a dark forest floor background, there is a book cover at the center of the image, a logline pitch at the top, and eight listed tropes bordering the cover. The text throughout the image is written in a pale pink font. The cover art is for the book "Beautiful, But Deadly - A Novella by G.T. Anthony," in which the cover depicts two hands (one human, the other a beast with dark grey-brown fur), both taking hold of an oleander flower. Top Logline: "When a dysphoric farmer trapped in a miserable marriage decides to help the beast terrorising his village instead of harming it, he finds safety in the arms of something he had been taught to fear." Tropes to the left of the cover, top to bottom: - Monster Fucker Awakening - Transmasc MC - Hug the Beast, get a free transition! - Touch EITHER of them and Die. Tropes to the right of the cover, top to bottom: - Folktale Atmosphere - Slow Burn - Beastly/Fae LI - The Beast STAYS a Beast! Bottom Caption: Available Now on Itchio
A square image set against a background photo of an axe with runic engravings lying on the ground. There is an overlay gradient from an image of the Aurora Borealis. At the top, there is a title card: "The Butcher of Brømkhald [pronounced: brr-EUM-KHald"] | An Art of Malignance Novel" In the center of the image background text that reads, in a runic font: "Megin | Styrkr | Hugr" (translation: "Power | Strength | Courage") in Old Norse). Also in the center, on top of the lettering and obscuring it, there is a small blurb: Born the eldest son of the most prolific warlord in all of Brømkhald, Auðunar [pronounced "OW-THoo-nARR"] Thrandsson gains a notorious reputation and must come to grips with it through trials, bloodshed, and heartbreak that he would never wish on his worst enemies. How a bloodthirsty warrior turned mercenary leader ended up going on to win the heart of a runaway prince from a rival kingdom is anyone's guess. And for the life of him, he is not sure what he did to keep it. A backstory spinoff for Auðunar Thrandsson Along the edges of the image, there are tropes/highlights to expect in the story! On the left side: Morally Ambiguous MC Trust Issues Daddy Issues to the Nth Degree MC with PTSD Queer Normative Country On the right side: Old Norse Inspired Setting Polyamorous LI AuDHD LI Skeletons in the Closet Big Brother Energy (Derogatory) S L O W Burn He Might Be A Demigod
A square image of the masts and sails of a large ship. At the top is the title, "Call of the Storm." In the center is a blurb: Born with the gift of song, Taliesin Seaton feels a pull to the sea long repressed after being shunned by a well-known secret: he is a bastard reviled by his family for wanting to be a man. After a mysterious wedding present leads to him nearly killing his cruel husband on their wedding night, he is now on the run with more questions than answers and a massive target on his back. Disgraced pirate Blight Calhoun was sent to find the very same device in Taliesin's possession, and neither man is willing to give it up. Once a wager leads Blight to be in Taliesin's debt, they may have less time than they thought to find out what the device is meant for as dredges from the deep, an entire armada, and a tempestuous, unforgiving sea forces them to work together. Along the edges of the image are tropes and highlights. On the left side: Transmasc MC Rivals to Lovers Sirens Queer Rage Pirate Romance Seafaring and Peril On the right side: Bisexual MMC Slowburn A Sea God Hates Them (Probably) Deaf/HoH MC Everyone Wants Them Dead.
Pitch set against a foggy forest background. To the left is a text block with the pitch. Top Caption: Fealty Among Bastards (WIP) Pitch Text: After an assassination attempt on his coronation day, King Sebastian is told to flee northwest to marry his queen and ensure the Kingdom of Ailovell's security. The only one hired to protect him is Captain Darin Wallace, the soldier that broke his heart years ago. Darin himself, scarred both physically and mentally from war, knows he must keep his feelings for the king a secret, for revealing them would only hurt them both. Everything that could go wrong on this journey goes wrong, and it leaves them both with questions they hope to answer. Will they survive the journey? Was this assassination attempt planned? Can King Sebastian weather the inner turmoil within his mind? Is Darin truly willing to do anything to protect his king, even if it breaks his heart? And once their feelings reach a fever pitch, can Sebastian and Darin keep their hands to themselves? To the right, there are a set of loglines above four moodboard images: The Loglines: A Traumatized King, A Soldier's Undying Fealty, A Conspiracy Threatening to Destroy Them, & A Love Affair That Will Cost Them Everything Image 1: A close-up of a person with blood on their hands. Image 2: A hand flippantly holding a crown. Image 3: A couple intimately leaning close to kiss.
Background image: a closeup of dead autumn leaves on a forest floor Top Caption: "Stable Boy - An Eden Hollow Chronicle" Center blurb: Being an outcast within Eden Hollow his whole life has Benedict Miller at the end of his rope. He was never shown kindness, and he was never shown love. Then, a hunter from another town came into his life, and that changed everything. At first, Benedict did not know what to make of Samson Briggs, but soon, he finds that a life with him could be a beautiful thing. A love like theirs is forbidden, but Benedict is willing to covet it while it lasts. Because how can something so wonderful be deemed wicked? Prequel to The Witch of Eden Hollow
set against a daylight autumn background is a pitch for "Attentive - An Eden Hollow Short Story by G.T. Anthony." on the left is the book's cover, which is orange with a center illustration framed by a ring made of woven branches with wilting vines wrapped around it. within the frame are two arms holding hands while a necklace dangles between their fingers. The arm on the left has a phalloplasty skin graft scar. pitch on the right: Theodore Sterling has now fully recovered from a life-changing surgery, and he's determined to make up for lost time with his lover. Elias had given him more than just a new start: He gave him a new chance at happiness. And now, with one last question burning in his mind, Theodore keeps his promise on giving Elias everything that he desires. And he means Everything. bottom caption: "Now Availabe on Itchio"
Background Image: A sparse autumn forest cast in shadow with a fenced open field in the background. Top Caption: Elias and Theodore Sterling Center Image: Commission of an llustration by @faindriart.bsky.social Pictured are two trans men staring each other down. They look like they either want to kill each other or kiss each other. The taller on the left (Elias) is a thin, pale man with pointed ears. He has long black hair with silver streaks and a green gradient on his forehead and cheeks. The man on the right (Sterling) is a heavyset white man with dark, receding hair and sparse stubble. Elias has a hand on Sterling's chest and is serving a glare that can kill. Sterling meanwhile is gripping Elias' other arm and glaring at him. His expression is a mix of disgusted and offended. Lefthand text from top to bottom (the side depicting Elias): The Witch (Forest Guardian) Immortal Transmasc MC Trusts No One Old, Buried Grief If the Forest dies, He dies Righthand text from top to bottom (the side depicting Sterling) Inquisitor Witch Hunter Middle-Aged Transmasc MC Vengeful and Bitter T4T Enemies to Lovers Finding Love After Loss/Heartbreak Bottom caption: giving credit to commissioned artist "Art by Roan (@faindriart.bsky.social)"
Background: Aerial view of a dense, coniferous forest covered in a layer of fog. Top Caption: Fealty Among Bastards (WIP) "They Say that Vengeance is a Dish Best Served Cold. But Did They Say It'd Leave a Bitter Taste?" Pitch blurb (on the right): To say that Seamus Garrett hated Ailovell's Royal Line is an understatement. After a devastating plague led to the death of his infant brother and left his family in financial ruin, he hoped and prayed for the day that justice would be served. So, when he's hired to kill the newly crowned King, Seamus is chomping at the bit to do it. But what he never accounted for was the life he had built with his two dearest friends. Nor did he ever think that exacting his revenge could potentially lead to him losing them before he could ever tell them how he felt. Will avenging his brother at last bring him peace? Or will he find that killing the king won't be worth the risk? Moodboard images (on the left): 1. A closeup on a wounded hand. Someone is tending to it with bandages 2. Wilting flowers set atop someone's grave 3. Image of a mercenary sitting. 4. Image of a man in the middle of combat
Square Image of a castle with an overlay of lightning in the background. In the center of the image is an inverted silhouette of two men kissing. The top of the image has the caption, "Love, Death, and Revolutions | The Art of Malignance, Book One" A caption in the center reads: "Tobias makes a bold decision to resurrect a prince with magic that he doesn't understand. Prince Lucian wants to help bring his kingdom relief from a debilitating famine. And somehow, they fall in love at the start of the end of the world." In the top left, there's an image of a dagger with a shadow keyed in. In the bottom right, there is a photoshopped image of an androgynous mage with a hood covering their head while a tome is placed in their hand. There is are different tropes and highlights written along the border, in clockwise order: "I Won't Say I'm In Love." Dark Fantasy AuDHD MC S L O W Burn He Died (Nobody Tells Him) Life-Siphoning Necromancy Childhood Friends to Lovers Medieval Inspired The Chosen One (Derogatory)
Background image: A sparse autumn forest cast in shadow with a fenced open field in the background. Left Caption: A Grieving Witch, His Vengeful Hunter, and a Feud between Piety and Magic On the right is the book cover for "The Witch of Eden Hollow" by G.T. Anthony Forest green cover with pale goldenrod font. There is an emblem centerpiece in the middle of the cover depicting a ring made of woven branches with wilting vines wrapped around it. In the middle of it is a brown hare. Behind it is a background of a patch of daisies. Bottom Caption: Coming 9th October, 2026
Against a dark forest floor background, there is a book cover on the righthand side of the image and a logline pitch on the left. The cover art is for the book "Beautiful, But Deadly - A Novella by G.T. Anthony," in which the cover depicts two hands (one human, the other a beast with dark grey-brown fur), both taking hold of an oleander flower. Pitch: A dysphoric farmer determined to change his luck hunts down the beast terrorizing his village. But instead of killing it, he helps it, leading to an affair that could change his life for the better. In which the kindness of a trans man forced to hide who he is has not only blessed him with the body he always desired but also earned him the affections of a powerful creature that is not what it seems. Bottom Caption: Now available on Itchio!
Pitch set against a foggy forest background. To the left is a text block with the pitch. Top Caption: Fealty Among Bastards (WIP) Pitch Text: After an assassination attempt on his coronation day, King Sebastian is told to flee northwest to marry his queen and ensure the Kingdom of Ailovell's security. The only one hired to protect him is Captain Darin Wallace, the soldier that broke his heart years ago. Darin himself, scarred both physically and mentally from war, knows he must keep his feelings for the king a secret, for revealing them would only hurt them both. Everything that could go wrong on this journey goes wrong, and it leaves them both with questions they hope to answer. Will they survive the journey? Was this assassination attempt planned? Can King Sebastian weather the inner turmoil within his mind? Is Darin truly willing to do anything to protect his king, even if it breaks his heart? And once their feelings reach a fever pitch, can Sebastian and Darin keep their hands to themselves? To the right, there are a set of loglines above four moodboard images: The Loglines: A Traumatized King, A Soldier's Undying Fealty, A Conspiracy Threatening to Destroy Them, & A Love Affair That Will Cost Them Everything Image 1: A close-up of a person with blood on their hands. Image 2: A hand flippantly holding a crown. Image 3: A couple intimately leaning close to kiss.
Square Image of a castle with an overlay of lightning in the background. In the center of the image is an inverted silhouette of two men kissing. The top of the image has the caption, "Love, Death, and Revolutions | The Art of Malignance, Book One" A caption in the center reads: "Tobias makes a bold decision to resurrect a prince with magic that he doesn't understand. Prince Lucian wants to help bring his kingdom relief from a debilitating famine. And somehow, they fall in love at the start of the end of the world." In the top left, there's an image of a dagger with a shadow keyed in. In the bottom right, there is a photoshopped image of an androgynous mage with a hood covering their head while a tome is placed in their hand. There is are different tropes and highlights written along the border, in clockwise order: "I Won't Say I'm In Love." Dark Fantasy AuDHD MC S L O W Burn He Died (Nobody Tells Him) Life-Siphoning Necromancy Childhood Friends to Lovers Medieval Inspired The Chosen One (Derogatory)