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@woodenvelt.bsky.socialOct 16, 2026, 10:00 AM

Her trust is dead. Can he resurrect it?

This slow burn, romantic fantasy romp is filled with ghosts (some helpful, others less so) graveyards, conniving thieves, and nefarious necromancers.

Available for pre-order. Out Oct. 29th.

💀 🪦 #Booksky #Wrencer 📚️ ❤️

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An advertisement for the romantic fantasy book Thief of Death by Samantha Breaux. The ad shows the book cover in the middle with the title in large purple font on a gray background. The title is flanked by white skeletal trees and tombstones. Text around the cover reads graveyard meet-cute, thief with a heart of gold, priest of the dead, slow burn, hurt / comfort, and states that the book is available on October 29th.
@woodenvelt.bsky.socialOct 16, 2026, 2:40 AM

#Octember

Spencer would be a haunted cottage filled with friendly ghosts that don't mean to frighten everyone away. Wren would a dark manor home down a long winding road past a bunch of brambles and spooky woods with signs that say "keep out" and "trespasser will be stabbed."

#Wrencer #Writesky

ZZed Prospero@zprospero.bsky.socialOct 15, 2026, 4:21 AM

Please try to remember the 15th of #Octember! TODAY'S QUESTION: What would your character be if they were a place, not a person? A cottage in the woods? A crumbling castle? A Waffle House? 1/2 #WriteSky #WritingCommunity

On the 15th of #Octember, A question of complexity, which your day we hope not to worsen, but TODAY’S QUESTION IS: What would your character be if they were a place, not a person?
@woodenvelt.bsky.socialOct 16, 2026, 2:34 AM

Spencer gets a stipend from the church to purchase appropriate vestments. He buys the clothe from Elton's mother, who is a skilled weaver. She weaves the Gray Lady's Holy symbol into the fabric. Then a local tailor turns them into fitted garments.

#Wrencer #AwesomeCharacters #WritingPrompts

C💀🫜 Charlie (Chelizabeth) Delta 🦊👻@charliedeltawrites.bsky.socialOct 15, 2026, 10:11 PM

Tell me about your #AwesomeCharacters Where does your character get their clothes? High end boutique? Little market stall? Second-hand store? Make it themselves? Hand-me-downs? Are they happy with them, or do they wish for something else? #WriteSky #WritingCommunity #WritingPrompts

@woodenvelt.bsky.socialOct 15, 2026, 2:31 AM

#AwesomeCharacters

There are 2 members of a rival gang called the Greenies that are after Wren for reasons. Bowler Bill and Figgins are minor antagonists, but I think they are having the most fun. Perhaps because the stakes are lower for them.

#Wrencer #WritingCommunity #WritingPrompts

She was midstream, edging around a leather-clad acolyte of the Blood Raven, when the third item on her agenda became apparent. “Them’s the wrong colors for a starling, ain’t they, Figgins?” “S’right, Bill. Starlings are all spotty round the chest.” The menacingly familiar voices, pitched to carry over the crowd, growled at Wren from the shadows of a large display rack stacked high with travel desks and writing cases. The dim red embers of a cigarette wobbled between Figgin’s lips, drawn tight in a nasty grin. “Might be just right for a Wren, though.” The felted brim of a bowler hat shifted, prodded upwards by a thin-tipped blade. Beneath it, the lanky Greenie thug who had parlayed with Wren three nights ago gave her a wink and a toothsome smile. “Shit-biscuits.” Hitching up her borrowed robes, Wren elbowed her way roughly past the acolyte and dove into a teahouse with an irritated clang of door chimes.
@woodenvelt.bsky.socialOct 15, 2026, 2:19 AM

#LitHodgepodge I love me some figurative language!

I use it so often, sometimes I have to edit it out so the writing isn't too convoluted. This example goes nicely with yesterday's question about archetypal settings.

#Wrencer #WritingPrompts #WritingCommunity

Of course, the thing Wren wanted to know most was what everyone talked about the least. Previously loose tongues went rigid when she asked which god the good brother served. It was a worrying sign. Fenholt had changed hands a dozen times over the centuries, collecting new gods with each new owner and never bothering to throw any of them out again. The city hoarded back-alley temples and tumble-down shrines like a dotty old widow hoarded cats. And like cats, some of those gods were real bastards.
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@woodenvelt.bsky.socialOct 12, 2026, 11:57 AM

I couldn't resist sharing Wren and Spencer's first kiss.

From Thief of Death, my romantic fantasy about a priest of the dead and a thief with a heart of gold.

#WIPSnips #Wrencer #WritingCommunity #WritingPrompts

“Shhh.” It was barely a sound, the gentle whisper of Spencer’s breath against her skin. “Give me something else to think about.” She breathed the words into the space between his collar and jaw, uncertain what she was asking for. But Spencer knew— how did he always know? His mouth pressed against hers in a kiss that shoved the terror back down before it could gain any purchase. Wren curled her hands into folds of his shirt, tugging him closer. Lips parted, she drank in Spencer’s breath and let his tongue trace a trail of hungry fire inside her mouth. One arm was trapped, pillowed beneath them, but his free hand moved, roaming over Wren’s thigh and then her hip, finally resting against the small of her back. She arched into him, sliding a hand up his chest and over his shoulder until it curled around the back of his neck, locking him into the kiss until they had to break free or pass out from lack of air. Wren buried her face against Spencer’s shoulder to cover the smile that spread foolishly across her face. No one could see her in the dark, but still she felt the urge to hide. He pressed a kiss against her hair and she returned it in kind, a soft peck against his collarbone that made a shiver course through him. Wren’s pulse was racing again, but for an entirely different reason. Maybe that had been Spencer’s plan all along. It was difficult to panic about being trapped at the bottom of a grave if she was panicking instead about desperately wanting to kiss him again.
@woodenvelt.bsky.socialOct 11, 2026, 1:02 AM

#AwesomeCharacters

Wren will lie, steal, cheat, etc. if it means keeping people she cares about safe. There are lines she won't cross and she prefers to lie to the bad people, not her friends, but overall, she doesn't lose sleep over breaking laws or social norms.

#Wrencer #WritingPrompts

@woodenvelt.bsky.socialOct 9, 2026, 11:52 PM

Perhaps unsurprisingly, Wren is the very accurate with a knife. Molly, on the other hand, is a crack shot with a bow or a crossbow. Spencer is most accurate at diagnosing your personal traumas.

#AwesomeCharacters #Wrencer #WritingPrompt

@woodenvelt.bsky.socialOct 9, 2026, 2:20 PM

#Octember

Wren would be pretty good at this! She is already quite skilled at breaking into homes and spying on people. She loves making lists! The part where you leave things instead of taking them might trip her up a bit, but I'm sure Spencer could keep her on mission.

#Wrencer #WritingPrompts

@woodenvelt.bsky.socialOct 9, 2026, 12:32 PM

#LitHodgepodge

Hozier. His song "Like Real People Do" partially inspired Thief of Death and at least 75% of the book was written while listening to his music.

#WritingCommunity #WritingPrompts #Wrencer

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@woodenvelt.bsky.socialOct 8, 2026, 11:45 PM

#AwesomeCharacters

Spencer always wears a necklace that has the Gray Lady's holy symbol. It was a gift from his mother after graduating seminary. He often touches it in the story for reassurance. No one else really has significant jewelry. Perhaps I should add more?

#Wrencer #WritingPrompts

@woodenvelt.bsky.socialOct 8, 2026, 9:42 PM

Wren's star sign is the dagger. 🗡️

People born under this sign are resourceful, clever, and slow to trust. The only thing more unbreakable than their loyalty is their desire for revenge once they've been crossed.

#Octember #Wrencer #WritingPrompts

A graphic showing a constellation in a field of stars that looks like a dagger.
@eliwoodsgheist.bsky.socialOct 8, 2026, 11:31 AM

LET'S GOOOOOO TEAM #Wrencer!!!!!

@woodenvelt.bsky.socialOct 8, 2026, 11:23 AM

Wren would choose time travel to the past to stop her parents from getting sick and dying.

Spencer would probably choose knowing when he was going to die, just so he can be ready for the transition and help prepare people (Wren) to cope with his passing.

#LitHodgepodge #Wrencer #WritingPrompts

@woodenvelt.bsky.socialOct 7, 2026, 10:15 PM

Wren and Spencer are going for the local hole in the wall with amazing food. Spencer will be an honorary member of the family by the end of the night and will help them do dishes. Wren will make sure the local street gang never hits them up for protection money again.

#AwesomeCharacters #Wrencer

@woodenvelt.bsky.socialOct 7, 2026, 6:03 PM

#WriterShareWednesday

My debut novel, Thief of Death releases later this month.

❤️MF Romantic Fantasy
🪦Graveyard Meetcute
🗡️Criminal Underworld
👻So many ghosts
😶‍🌫️Gods and Goddesses
❤️‍🔥Slow Burn
🤨Suspiscious x Trusting
❤️‍🩹Hurt/Comfort
😂Humorous sidekicks

#Wrencer #Booksky #WritingCommunity 📚

@woodenvelt.bsky.socialOct 7, 2026, 12:39 PM

If you have been following my #Wrencer snips over the years, I have some exciting news! Book 1 in the series, Thief of Death, will be releasing later this month. 📚

Please enjoy my cover reveal!

#Writesky #WritingCommunity #Books #Booksky

@woodenvelt.bsky.socialOct 7, 2026, 12:07 PM

I think character voice is a strength of mine, or at least, I've got Wren's down pat. Here is a snip from chapter 1 right after her first encounter with Spencer. Lots of sarcasm and asides and musings from our girl.

#LitHodgepodge #Wrencer #Writesky

Ivy rustled in a breeze that smelled of salt and damp earth, heart-shaped leaves tickling against Wren’s cheek. The tall stone walls muffled the city’s nighttime song save for the deep clang of a distant bell tolling two hours past midnight. Wren ran a thumb over the polished bone handle of her borrowed knife. Hopefully, the man who’d loaned it to her would be long gone before Skunner’s muscle showed up. Such a pretty face. It’d be a shame if Bricks pounded it in. The man had seemed made of moonlight and shadows, his porcelain skin glowing in the lamplight, stark against waves of inky black hair. With those sculpted arms and chiseled features, one could easily mistake him for an angel statue guarding the cemetery grounds. If Wren had to be rescued by some nutter digging up stiffs in the middle of the night, at least he was a handsome nutter. I wonder if he really is a priest. It wasn’t the sort of thing people often lied about. The gods tended to get a bit tetchy with people masquerading as one of their own. And even sweaty and covered in grave dirt, he had a bit of squeaky clean about him that lent credence to his claim. The look on his face when he thought she was offering him sexual favors had almost made it worth being buried in that hole. Like a fish whacked on the head with a boat paddle. The memory brought a smile to Wren’s face. It was oddly comforting to know that there were still people in the world with enough moral fiber to be offended on her behalf.
@woodenvelt.bsky.socialOct 6, 2026, 11:11 PM

Wren has plans, plural. Main plans, back up plans, contingency plans, plans for things that may never happen. And she still ends up winging it, because no plan survives contact with stupid people.

It's more that having a plan eases her anxiety.

#AwesomeCharacters #Wrencer #WritingPrompts

@woodenvelt.bsky.socialOct 6, 2026, 1:49 PM

My main villain, Magnus Var Krugan, is sort of a "shadow" archetype of Spencer. Someone with similar abilities and a desire to protect, but subverted to evil ends. Spencer accepts death as part of the natural order, where Var Krugan tries to dominate it.

#LitHodgepodge #Wrencer #WritingPrompts

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