Joanne Guidoccio

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A member of Crime Writers of Canada, Sisters in Crime, and Women's Fiction Writers Association, Joanne Guidoccio writes cozy mysteries, paranormal romances, and inspirational literature.

Website: https://www.joanneguidoccio.com

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Today's word is KNEW. Today's #BookQW from INTO THE BROKEN LANDS (@dawbooks.bsky.social 2022) a created world fantasy with six POVs, two timelines, & a long hard look at what it means to be human. Kick-ass women & witty repartee included.

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In the upper half, against a background of tentacles, are the digital cover (tentacles and a broken tower) and the original DAW cover (a broken tower and circling crows). In the upper half, the quote. If it was the story of the flying pig from the Captain's Chronicle and how many flying pigs could there be -Lyelee suspected None had not told these children the ending. The pig had exploded. On the other hand, they didn't seem too upset about the loss of the sheep, so maybe she had. Lyelee made a mental note to find this Nonee and see if she knew why the pig had exploded. Neither the chronicles nor the Archives had included what was inarguably an important detail.
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I haven't done a #BookQW in a while, but with the release of The Teacup Dragon Sanctuary, here's a glimpse of how Portia and Noah first meet. Hint: it doesn't go well. The BookQW word this week is knew/know.

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Quote from The Teacup Dragon Sanctuary on a dark blue background with the cover in the right hand bottom corner. Text reads: This Week's #BookQW is KNEW. 'Who says I'm a new owner?' Portia snapped, thoroughly fed up with his presumption. His smile came back, just on the edge of mocking, and his eyes sparkled with amusement at her annoyance. 'Are you not? You said it was a new situation. How long have you had her?' Unable to answer, Portia bit her lower lip. For Wenn's sake, she knew all about teacup dragons. It was unavoidable given her upbringing. Jade was just... challenging. That was all. They were just getting to know each other. She'll be far more wary in future. Unfortunately, Turner read her silence as something else. 'Yes, I thought as much. Learn quickly, young lady.' The Teacup Dragon Sanctuary Starling Island Book 1 Available Now.
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It's Book Quote Wednesday and today's #BookQW word is 'know'.

Far too many options so I've gone with 'known'. In Waterborne Exile Brett's freemerchant father is returning home after a long absence, but he's not alone.

Extract from Waterborne Exile by Susan Murray: Brett moved his attention to the woman who rode behind his father, eyeing her with curiosity. She had fair skin, ill-suited to the desert heat. There was something ethereal about her, something he couldn’t quite name, some sense of – what, he wasn’t sure. As if aware of his scrutiny she looked up and her eyes met his. Brett caught his breath. For a moment it was as if she could read his innermost thoughts. But that was silly. No one could do such a thing. There was a slight twist of her mouth that might have been a smile then she nodded and he found he could turn his eyes away at last, aware of a sudden sense of great grief. Such a sorrow as he’d never known before. He felt strangely guilty, as if he’d intruded somehow. He fell in behind their horses as they picked their way up the valley. This was something important here, something momentous. #BookQW – know(n) Cover of Waterborne Exile by Susan Murray. A woman in a blood-spattered white gown moves past the viewer, holding a bowl of blood in both hands. A bloodstained dagger is tucked in her belt. Cover art by Paul Young.
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#booksky #bookqw word: KNEW.

Bear with me, trying a new format! (Grappling with Insta.)

Caroline has been arrested for witchcraft and held prisoner. She's close to confessing - but she's always had an affinity for fossils, and someone has just slipped one into her hand.

Text against a seashore background: "Caroline was too mad with thirst to think of it very much for the moment, but she knew without looking, just by the feel of it, what it was. A circle twining in on itself. A stone shaping perfect mystery. You whirl inward, Henry had said. She whirls outward. A snakestone."
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