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@camalin.netOct 8, 2026, 12:16 PM

#LitHodgepodge | 8

Very interesting to consider the first question from Ella's perspective. She has reason - whether she's considered it or not - to wonder what her lifespan may be, as it's not likely to be the same as her contemporaries...

So she'd probably far prefer to know "when"

#Ellamir

@camalin.netOct 7, 2026, 7:35 AM

#LitHodgepodge | 7

The narrative voice I've employed in #Ellamir is intended to evoke the style of #JaneAusten, but is also influenced by Patrick O'Brian whose Aubrey and Maturin Regency naval saga I'm a huge fan of

#WritingPrompts #WriteSky #BookSky #IndieAuthors

A snippet from Ellamir by Cameron A Malin: Eminent thought she may be, Ella was not ignorant of the good fortune and privilege of her birth. The only child of a most affectionate and indulgent father, all the more indulgent for the loss of her mother at too early an age to be remembered, she had grown up with the habit of doing just as she wished and ordering her father's household just as she liked. His gentle, anxious and uncertain nature left an absence of authority into which Ella's strong-willed influence had naturally extruded, so that not long after her sixteenth birthday she had begun to assume many household responsibilities, and was now, at one and twenty, quite established as the principal person in the management of Penmere, their comfortable estate. She understood perfectly well that providence had been kind to her, yet nonetheless she was pleased with her own achievements and, having been doted on by her surviving parent and the subject of much flattery by her contemporaries - some of it sincere - she had become inclined to think rather too well of herself.
@camalin.netOct 6, 2026, 7:47 AM

#LitHodgepodge | 5

"Perfect happiness" is particularly apt for my #JaneAusten style Regency X High Fantasy crossover, as most if not all of Austen's stories conclude with at least two characters achieving it, usually through matrimony. I've tried to nuance this a bit in #Ellamir...

🧵1/3

@camalin.netOct 6, 2026, 7:23 AM

#LitHodgepodge | 6

Brother Nicholls is my favourite archetype in #Ellamir: the unattractive, unwelcome suitor, Ă  la Mr Collins in Pride & Prejudice. Though an appalling charlatan and hypocrite, and a dangerous misogynist, he's also foolish and obsequious and frequently misuses words to comic effect

A snippet from Ellamir by Cameron A Malin: Now quite certain of his patroness' familiarity with Miss Oakhall's very serious flaws, upset by revisiting that most unfortunate encounter and fortified by frequent sips of his second large glass of gin, Brother Nicholls found himself in sudden passionate agreement and set about abusing the unscrupulous young woman with surprising alacrity, and in the most shocking terms. "Decidedly untoward!" he cried, "Leading astray The Lady's sheep - impressionable young women, and good observant men too, with her… her undulating bosom! Abject humiliation… days suffered of impure thoughts and obscene debasement! Curse her for a meretricious croquette, the hussy!" Lady Lamont was rarely deprived of the power of speech, but this outburst left her so astonished that, for a moment, she could do nothing but look back at him with widened eyes and raised eyebrows. "Croquette, Brother Nicholls?" she said at last. "Oh! do forgive me, Lady Lamont," gasped the Brother, recollecting himself and mopping his brow, "I speak in conjecture, you understand… as to the likely evils of involvement with such a person…"
@camalin.netOct 3, 2026, 9:02 AM

#LitHodgepodge | 3

Here's my most popular #Ellamir character, Maqine, as penned by the awesome @nushdeco.bsky.social!

She's already pretty accomplished, but her life circumstances just got rather... rural. What do you reckon her new hobby could be?

A cute hells-touched woman with red skin and a tail, wearing dungarees and posing with a sledgehammer
@camalin.netOct 2, 2026, 8:27 AM

#LitHodgepodge | 2
Well, many of the MCs in #Ellamir are heavily based on #JaneAusten characters, and the book is already a crossover, so I'd love them to get sucked into the 1996 TV adaptation of Emma. What would Emma make of Maqine? Would Mr Knightley take to Commander Merely? So many questions!!

@camalin.netOct 1, 2026, 10:04 PM

A Hodgepodge?! Hoff we go then...

I'm Cameron, and I'm writing a high fantasy x regency romance crossover titled #Ellamir!

@camalin.netSep 7, 2026, 5:15 AM

Hi hi, #WIPSnips, it's been a while!

It's got to be ✨vibes✨ today - no elevators in my Regency x High Fantasy crossover novel #Ellamir (and if there were, they'd be lifts!) so instead, we find Ella just about to go where an elevator might take you: upstairs.

But things are about to get weird...

A snippet from Ellamir by Cameron A Malin: “Oh, damn Keaning to the hells,” Ella muttered, intended only for herself but, in fact, audible enough to bring the footman around the corner. “May I light a room for you, Miss Ellamir?” he asked, too professional to appear surprised to find her in the darkened passageway. “No,” said Ella, pushing aside her churning thoughts for a moment, “thank you, Thomson, but I shall go upstairs. Please ask Mary to attend me in a moment.” She was turning away from the footman’s acquiescent bow when something cut through the silence of the somnolent house, a sound that froze her to the spot, cocking her head sharply. “Do you hear that?” she asked. “I hear nothing, ma’am,” said Thomson after a moment. “Nothing at all?” “No, ma’am.” It was clearly audible to her, however; an odd note, high and clear, carried in through an open window from the garden beyond. Ella took a step along the passage, following as if called, and heard the voices - for a shifting cadence and joining harmony made it suddenly apparent that she was hearing a growing choir of united voices - with a sudden, shocking jolt of recognition. It was a sound she knew, unheard for many years but unmistakably familiar, a distant sound from her childhood, calling to her again from far across the intervening years: the stars were singing.