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It’s been fun seeing more Photo Challenge entries. Are you plotting your shapshots? don’t put it off any longer! And don’t forget that you can also enter by posting pictures of your e-book. Here’s the photo sent in by Mariana.

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Keep them coming! The challenge has been extended until 5/22, so you have plenty of time to enter. More details here >>

May the forth be with you. This is a friendly reminder that there’s a post-release party planned for next weekend (May 4-5-6), which will include—but may not be limited to—an Author Q&A about Tsumiko and the Enslaved Fox, the first book in the Amaranthine Saga. Everyone who wants a copy can now get a copy (print editions ship promptly, digital editions provide instant access), but if you haven’t gotten around to actually reading the book yet … you have a scant week!

Save up your questions. Ma...

Disclaimer: I do hereby disclaim all rights and responsibilities for the characters in this audacious adventure… especially for the one with a death wish. A nod of recognition is bent towards Rumiko Takahashi for her creative prowess.

Chapter 19: Found

Kagome tripped in her haste; then Sango had her by the elbow, hustling her toward camp.

“Sister!” Kohaku ran to meet them, weapon ready. “How many?”

“Too many,” Sango snapped. “Take Kirara.”

Miroku joined them, smiling faintly. “I almost miss m...

I rummaged through my fandom file for something to post and found this bit of art for Unspoiled. That fic garnered a lot of attention, from chibi art to full illustrations, cosplay, and even comics. Like this set of panels by Mako.

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from Chapter 24, “Showery, Flowery, Bowery”

Disclaimer: I do hereby disclaim all rights and responsibilities for the characters in this audacious adventure… especially for the one who remembers. A nod of recognition is bent towards Rumiko Takahashi for her creative prowess.

Chapter 18: Woken

Shippo knew it was stupid, knew he might die trying. But he also knew what it was like.

On stealthy fox paws, he went to where they’d put Sesshoumaru. Kohaku’s bedroll was closest to the injured demon, but the older boy had given in to exhaustion.

I adore the creativity of these Photo Challenge entries. Are you plotting your shapshots? Don’t forget that you can also enter by posting pictures of your e-book. Here’s the entry tweeted by @Uittoni

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Keep them coming! The challenge has been extended until 5/22, so you have plenty of time to enter. More details here >>

Disclaimer: I do hereby disclaim all rights and responsibilities for the characters in this audacious adventure… especially for the withdrawn one. A nod of recognition is bent towards Rumiko Takahashi for her creative prowess.

Chapter 17: Drenched

“We cannot submerge you until the wounds close.” The monk kept his eyes lowered. “Say something if we make you … uncomfortable.”

Kohaku poured water, and Sesshoumaru withdrew into himself, ignoring their hands, enduring their intrusion, failing to c...

Too cute! Story art is the best, but author art can be fun, too! Definitely gonna use this to create another blog header. Maybe one day, I’ll have a forth-sona for every mood. Thanks, FoxOfTwilight! ::twinkle::

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Disclaimer: I do hereby disclaim all rights and responsibilities for the characters in this audacious adventure… especially for the concerned one. A nod of recognition is bent towards Rumiko Takahashi for her creative prowess.

Chapter 16: Alone

Sesshoumaru tensed, but Inuyasha only snorted and said, “He’s all yours.”

Then the monk’s hand was there, and the boy knelt before him. Kohaku’s eyes were red, his voice low, his manner frank. “I’ll help with your clothes. Miroku-sama will change your...

Disclaimer: I do hereby disclaim all rights and responsibilities for the characters in this audacious adventure… especially for the one who knows the other. A nod of recognition is bent towards Rumiko Takahashi for her creative prowess.

Chapter 15: Teetering

“You can pick who helps you wash.”

Sesshoumaru managed a backward glance. They’d followed—monk, boy, kit. Witnesses.

Steam enveloped them. He knew this hot spring. He knew every hot spring. Because he liked to be clean.

Inuyasha lowered h...