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Quote graphic for The Writing Biz Podcast featuring Michele DeFillipo of 1106 Design, warning authors that offers for "free ISBNs" are usually a red flag.
Quote graphic for The Writing Biz Podcast featuring Michele DeFillipo of 1106 Design, warning authors that offers for "free ISBNs" are usually a red flag.
Q&A promo for The Writing Biz Podcast with Aaron Ryan advising authors to never reply to scam emails, mark them as spam, and check writerbeware.blog to verify publishing scams.
Q&A promo for The Writing Biz Podcast with Aaron Ryan advising authors to never reply to scam emails, mark them as spam, and check writerbeware.blog to verify publishing scams.
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Closeup photo of Truman Capote as a younger man. He's holding his face in his hands; he's holding a cigarette between his fingers. Adjacent to the photo is a quote of Capote. "All literature is gossip."
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pastel illustration of desserts
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Above the five book covers in this design, the headline says, “LOCAL AUTHOR FAIR – AN ECLECTIC COLLECTION.” The books represented are, L-R upper row: “The Atlas of Untold Stories” by Sara Brunsvold, “Joyous Longevity” by Sieglinde Othmer, and “A Journey” by Kathy J. Perry. L-R lower row: “Where Daddy Lives” by Tamicka Monson and “The Ugly Christmas Sweater,” by Amanda Loeppke. To read the blog post, see: https://weirdsisterspublishing.com/index.php/2025/11/26/local-author-fair/
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Cecil swept from the room, leaving them alone in the Lich’s study with two guards who were sweating like whipped horses and another one who was pale as unbaked meringue. “Why did we bring them?” Aneira said from the corner of her mouth. Rhodri responded with a spare shake of his head that said, “Quiet,” but before Aneira could feel the full breadth of the admonishment, heavy footsteps sounded in the doorway Cecil had just disappeared through. The newcomer was four steps into the room before he noticed he wasn’t alone. He stopped walking, red-rimmed eyes drifting from one face to the next, landing on no one in particular. “And where is Cecil?” he asked in a tired voice.
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