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Do you use your real name in your published works, or did you choose a penname you preferred? I dont like my real name, but I don't know how to know when a penname is fitting.
You know, I thought for a long time about using a pen name. I mean, my real, whole name is 5 words long (three first names, 2 family names), which is common in South America, but I’ve only ever used two in every day life. And there’s an accent on the i, which is not used in French or English, where I live. And there’s an h in the middle of my first name and no one can place it right. That’s without entering into the mess that is people trying to pronounce my last name. Anyway, I’m tired.
So, I’m an author, and I want to be known, right? And I’m fully aware that I’m a woman, a person of color, and that my name is difficult to pronounce and write. Imagine how more chances I would have on my side if I took the name of a white man. Something slick, and masculine, and English. Imagine.
I could truncate it further. I could hide my real face. I could hide my real self. I could sell more. I could whiten my name, masculinize it. I could. 
And honestly? That would totally be my right. Bigger authors than me, women, have done it. JK Rowling (terf bitch) may not have been as big if she used Johanne instead. I mean, I could go the money way.(Isn’t it so unfair that some of us have to chose between our truth and money?)
Anyone who’s known me more than five minutes can guess the end of this. Of course I picked my real name. I’m proud of my work, proud of being a woman, proud of being an immigrant. I mean, that’s the logical conclusion of the story, right?
But I doubted. And questioned. And wondered. And tried. (Frank something, it would have been. From “Frankly my dear, I don’t give a damn” because I think I’m clever.)Have you seen the interview with Uzoamaka Aduba? The actress that plays Suzanne/Crazy-eyes in Orange is the New Black. She told of the time, when she was younger, where she asked her mother if she could be called Zoe instead, because no one knew how to pronouce Uzoamaka. Her mom said words that resonated through time until they reached me: 
“If they can learn to say Tchaikovsky and Michelangelo and Dostoyevsky, they can learn to say Uzoamaka.”
They can learn to say Briones. They can bloody well learn to place the h where it’s supposed to go in Talhí. 
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Now, this is a very personal reason to keep my name. I tend to pick the hardest, less-travelled path, and rage at the world when it doesn’t fit my expectations.
If you are wondering about picking a nom de plume, you probably have a reason to do so. Go with what feels better to you, what feels more natural, and empowering. I mean, a pseudonym doesn’t have to mean hiding who you are, some people appear in interviews, and show their face, wearing a pseudonym. New names can mean more yo you than birth names. 
Everyone has their reason, and it’s okay.
(Except the ex of my friend, who was wondering if he should write behind a pseudonym, because it sounded cool. I was like “You have the name of a white guy!! That opens all the doors! Why would you ever want to change that?!?”)
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Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: Hieroglyphs: The Celestial Conspiracies - Talhí Briones Rating: Not Rated Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Uriel & Anubis Characters: Uriel, Anubis Additional Tags: Hieroglyphs fanfic, because Talhi is amazing, this couple screamed at me when i read the book, and i HAD to write them, Uriel the Guardian of The Door, Anubis God of Death, somewhat enemies to friends, enemies to lovers perhaps?, unlikely friendship, Waiting, No Memory Summary:
After several days, weeks, years, of Anubis waiting for the Angel Michael, his daily presence becomes less of an annoyance to the angel Uriel.
@wheeloffortune-design I don't think I ever posted this or tagged it on here! My bad! A little fanfic inspired by wheeloffortune-design's wonderful book Hieroglyphs: The Celestial Conspiracies.
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Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: Hieroglyphs: The Celestial Conspiracies - Talhí Briones Rating: Mature Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: implied Soromeh/Damon Characters: the Matron Rashida, Soromeh Additional Tags: Advice, Terrible Advice, please don't apply this to yourselves, Wedding Night, first time implied, NO SEX HAPPENS, All implied - Freeform, rated for blunt talk Summary:
Princess Soromeh's wedding night is here! Told from the perspective of the matron Rashida, who prepares the Princess for her upcoming evening from her makeup to advice on how to deal with her first time laying with a man.
Based on the book Hieroglyphs: The Celestial Conspiracies by @wheeloffortune-design
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The tower
read it on the AO3 at https://ift.tt/2uudEEE
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The man wears a long dark cloak made of the feathers of a raven, or perhaps they are wings folded about his body. Locks of hair like fire roll across his shoulders. He approaches carrying a basket in the crook of his arm, the basket is filled to the brim with apples.
  The steps to the temple are not yet worn with age.
  The temple is circular, with seven pillars holding up a domed roof.
  There is a man in the center of the temple.
  He is on his knees, head bowed and weeping.
  The wings folded over his face are covered with blue eyes dripping with tears. The pairs of wings upon his back radiate out and flex against the silver chains that hold them to the pillars.
  His feathers are strewn about him, and the man with the dark cloak does not know if they have clipped his wings or if the angel had torn them out in his own distress.
  The chained man’s robes flutter in the breeze.
  Inspired by art made by Talhí Briones for her novel Hieroglyphs: The Celestial Conspiracies by Talhí Briones
Words: 7355, Chapters: 1/1, Language: English
Fandoms: Good Omens - Neil Gaiman & Terry Pratchett, Hieroglyphs: The Celestial Conspiracies - Talhí Briones: Inspired
Rating: Teen And Up Audiences
Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings
Categories: M/M
Characters: Crowley (Good Omens), Aziraphale (Good Omens), Warlock Dowling, Adam Young (Good Omens), Other them breifly mentioned
Relationships: Aziraphale/Crowley (Good Omens)
Additional Tags: Inspired by Hieroglyphs, Alternate Cannon, Aziraphale gets punished for giving away the sword, We're playing fast and loose with history lads, I mean, I'm giving Eve iron armor, We're not being realistic., We've got a couple of non-specific empires here, Crowley needs to stop going to visit aziraphale on rainy days, But hey maybe rainy days are the worst for azirpahale becace he can't touch it, Playing fast and loose with cannon too, Biblical refrences are fun
read it on the AO3 at https://ift.tt/2uudEEE
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The tower
by FromAnonymousToZ
The man wears a long dark cloak made of the feathers of a raven, or perhaps they are wings folded about his body. Locks of hair like fire roll across his shoulders. He approaches carrying a basket in the crook of his arm, the basket is filled to the brim with apples.
  The steps to the temple are not yet worn with age.
  The temple is circular, with seven pillars holding up a domed roof.
  There is a man in the center of the temple.
  He is on his knees, head bowed and weeping.
  The wings folded over his face are covered with blue eyes dripping with tears. The pairs of wings upon his back radiate out and flex against the silver chains that hold them to the pillars.
  His feathers are strewn about him, and the man with the dark cloak does not know if they have clipped his wings or if the angel had torn them out in his own distress.
  The chained man’s robes flutter in the breeze.
  Inspired by art made by Talhí Briones for her novel Hieroglyphs: The Celestial Conspiracies by Talhí Briones
Words: 7355, Chapters: 1/1, Language: English
Fandoms: Good Omens - Neil Gaiman & Terry Pratchett, Hieroglyphs: The Celestial Conspiracies - Talhí Briones: Inspired
Rating: Teen And Up Audiences
Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings
Categories: M/M
Characters: Crowley (Good Omens), Aziraphale (Good Omens), Warlock Dowling, Adam Young (Good Omens), Other them breifly mentioned
Relationships: Aziraphale/Crowley (Good Omens)
Additional Tags: Inspired by Hieroglyphs, Alternate Cannon, Aziraphale gets punished for giving away the sword, We're playing fast and loose with history lads, I mean, I'm giving Eve iron armor, We're not being realistic., We've got a couple of non-specific empires here, Crowley needs to stop going to visit aziraphale on rainy days, But hey maybe rainy days are the worst for azirpahale becace he can't touch it, Playing fast and loose with cannon too, Biblical refrences are fun
source http://archiveofourown.org/works/22393804
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ao3feed-crowley · 4 years
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The tower
read it on the AO3 at https://ift.tt/2uudEEE
by FromAnonymousToZ
The man wears a long dark cloak made of the feathers of a raven, or perhaps they are wings folded about his body. Locks of hair like fire roll across his shoulders. He approaches carrying a basket in the crook of his arm, the basket is filled to the brim with apples.
  The steps to the temple are not yet worn with age.
  The temple is circular, with seven pillars holding up a domed roof.
  There is a man in the center of the temple.
  He is on his knees, head bowed and weeping.
  The wings folded over his face are covered with blue eyes dripping with tears. The pairs of wings upon his back radiate out and flex against the silver chains that hold them to the pillars.
  His feathers are strewn about him, and the man with the dark cloak does not know if they have clipped his wings or if the angel had torn them out in his own distress.
  The chained man’s robes flutter in the breeze.
  Inspired by art made by Talhí Briones for her novel Hieroglyphs: The Celestial Conspiracies by Talhí Briones
Words: 7355, Chapters: 1/1, Language: English
Fandoms: Good Omens - Neil Gaiman & Terry Pratchett, Hieroglyphs: The Celestial Conspiracies - Talhí Briones: Inspired
Rating: Teen And Up Audiences
Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings
Categories: M/M
Characters: Crowley (Good Omens), Aziraphale (Good Omens), Warlock Dowling, Adam Young (Good Omens), Other them breifly mentioned
Relationships: Aziraphale/Crowley (Good Omens)
Additional Tags: Inspired by Hieroglyphs, Alternate Cannon, Aziraphale gets punished for giving away the sword, We're playing fast and loose with history lads, I mean, I'm giving Eve iron armor, We're not being realistic., We've got a couple of non-specific empires here, Crowley needs to stop going to visit aziraphale on rainy days, But hey maybe rainy days are the worst for azirpahale becace he can't touch it, Playing fast and loose with cannon too, Biblical refrences are fun
read it on the AO3 at https://ift.tt/2uudEEE
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FAQ about my novel - 2019
needed to update this.
What is it about?
It’s an historical fantasy set in Ancient Egypt, during the first part of Exodus, where Egyptian gods and Angels fight passive-aggressively, using humans as their pawns, trying to avoid Demons and Olympians because what they’re doing is illegal. There’s political intrigue in the palace. Forbidden romances in the gay sense. Corruption. Feminist themes. 98% brown and black characters.
And in the middle of all this, with no magical or political powers whatsoever, is Soromé, fifteen year old daughter of the now deceased Pharaoh, who tries to avoid the civil war her older siblings seem bent on starting.
What’s it called? What’s the Publisher? What’s your NAME?!?
Hiéroglyphes: Les Conspirations Célestes, by éditions Québec-Amérique, and my name is Talhí Briones. Hi!
That title sounds French.
The original is in French, and available in all good online bookstores. 
Will is ever be translated?
I’m currently working on it! I got all my English rights from my French publisher so I’ll translate it myself and get a corrector. I plan to be done around the first months of 2020, fingers crossed. 
Where will you post it?
I’ll probably make an E-book on Amazon, Wattpadd, and others. Thinking about a way to upload it to Patreon too. Will keep you updated. 
You’ll tell me when it comes out in English, right?
Of course! Just keep following this account and I’ll yell about it.
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Hi! I love your work and I would love to read Hiéroglyphes but my French sucks ass... Do you think an English speaker learning French would be able to muddle through it?
You know what? Here’s the prologue, in French, for anyone who wants to try. It’s a couple of pages long, and features Anubis (the jackal-headed Egyptian god), a chained Angel, and the door to Paradise. 
*I don’t remember which Word version was the final version so there might be some differences with the final printed copy. 
Hiéroglyphes: Les Conspirations Célestes
par Talhí Brionespublié chez Québec-Amérique
-Prologue-L’Angeenchaîné 
Un intrus montait en courant les marches qui menaientà la porte du Paradis. Il jetait des regards nerveux au ciel bleu quil’entourait. Ses habits sombres, sa tête de chacal et ses joyaux égyptiensdétonnaient avec les âmes pâles qui gravissaient l’escalier.
Il atteint le sommet pour arriver sur un plateau de marbre, bordé decolonnes et recouvert d’un dôme de cristal. Au milieu se dressait une archefermée par des portes blanches.
Celles-ci s’entrouvrirent à l’approche des premièresâmes. Une lumière s’en échappa, plus douce que le soleil d’été. L’homme à têtede chacal se figea. Pendant un moment, il respira l’air de la côte et le parfumd’un jardin, entendit des rires et de la musique, sentit la caresse d’une mainaimée sur sa joue. Ses yeux s’emplirent de larmes.
Les âmes disparurent une à une et se fondirent dans lalumière. Sans s’en rendre compte, le chacal fit un pas pour les suivre.
- Halte! lança une voix enrouée.
La porte se referma. La lumière disparut, et le chacalsortit de sa transe.
Un Ange s’avançait à pas pesants. Il portait l’armuredes Anges guerriers, épée et bouclier d’argent à la main, heaume cachant sonvisage. Ses ailes, larges et puissantes, brillaient d’un éclat vif.
Le chacal recula de plusieurs pas, avant de remarquerles chaînes. Forgées dans un métal pâle, elles s’accrochaient aux chevilles,aux poignets et mêmes aux ailes de l’Ange, pour le retenir à chacune descolonnes qui entouraient la porte.
- Qui es-tu et que fais-tu ici? demanda l’Ange.
Le chacal sentit le vide sous son pied et s’arrêta surle bord de l’escalier, les mains levées en signe de paix.
- Que la chaleur de Rê te soit clémente! Je suisAnubis, du clan Netcherou d’Égypte. Je cherche simplement une manière de parlerà…
- Ta présence n’est pas la bienvenue ici, Netcherou!
- Écoute, l’Ange, je n’ai aucune intention dem’approcher de votre porte, alors tu peux baisser ton épée. Je veux juste…
- Quitte cet endroit immédiatement!
Anubis s’impatienta.
- Tu sais, les Démons ont un gardien pour protéger laporte des Enfers. Un énorme molosse à trois têtes. Ils l’ont enchaîné, commetoi. Es-tu le chien de garde des Anges? Dois-je te lancer de la viande crue?
- Que fais-tuparmi ces âmes? Les Hébreux n’appartiennent pas à ton peuple, mais au mien!
- Calme tes plumes, je les suivais, rien de plus. Jedevais trouver un moyen de… Laisse tomber, tout cela est au-dessus de tesfonctions. Je veux parler à tes maîtres.
- Que leur veux-tu?
- Tu n’es qu’un garde! s’impatienta Anubis. Tu n’aspas à décider ce qu’ils devraient entendre!
L’Ange leva son épée, et Anubis montra les crocs.
- Je n’ai pas plus envie de me trouver ici,grogna-t-il. Mais ce que j’ai à dire est plus important que le dégoût que meprovoquent ceux de ton clan. Appelle.Tes. Maîtres.
L’Ange avança d’un autre pas. Il dépassait Anubisd’une tête.  
- Je ne suis pas un chien, je n’ai pas de maîtres,grogna l’Ange.
- Je me moque que tu sois un chien ou un poulet, saleEmplumé. Je ne sais pas où trouver votre poulailler ou les autres de ton clan.Il n’y a que toi qui, manifestement, ne peux t’envoler à tire d’ailes.
L’Ange plaça la pointe de son épée sur le torsed’Anubis et l’obligea à descendre d’une marche.
- Pars, ou je te jette dans le vide, menaça l’Ange.
- Je le jure sur les vies de vos humains. Je le juresur le sang qui sera versé, si nos peuples se déclarent ouvertement la guerre.Je le jure sur les centaines d’âmes que tu verras défiler à tous les jours, sije ne réussis pas à partager ce que je sais.
L’Ange hésita, puis baissa son arme.
- L’Archange Michaël passe parfois par ici. Je luidemanderai audience en ton nom.
- Quand?
- Je ne suis pas au courant des déplacements du chefdes armées angéliques!
Anubis serra les crocs. L’Ange semblait lui rendre sonregard noir, au travers de la fente de son heaume.
- Ton nom, dit soudain le chacal.
- Quoi?
- Pour conclure un pacte, j’ai besoin d’un nom.
- … Je…
L’Ange hésita longtemps.
- … Je crois que… je m’appelle… Uriel.
Anubis préféra ignorer son hésitation, et tendit lamain.
- Très bien. Uriel, gardien de la porte, voici lepacte que je te propose. Je reviendrai à chaque jour où se lèvera le soleil,jusqu’à ce que j’obtienne audience. Une fois ta part du marché accomplie, je negrimperai plus jamais ces marches, et, de mon existence, ne révélerai leuremplacement à personne.
Uriel le regarda avec méfiance, avant de lui serrer lamain en retour.
- Parfait, dit le chacal. Espérons que cette histoirese réglera bientôt, je n’ai pas envie de supporter la présence d’un Ange pluslongtemps que le strict nécessaire.
Il redescendit les marches avec un geste négligentpar-dessus son épaule.
La nuit arriva, puis l’aurore. Anubis réapparut parmiles âmes.
- Alors?
- Michaël n’est pas passé.
- Mais c’est IMPORTANT! Tu n’as pas à l’attendre, lui,tu n’as qu’à demander aux autres Anges de lui transmettre le message!
- Personne ne passe par ici. Il n’y a que Michaël, etles âmes.
Anubis fronça les sourcils. Son regard se posa,l’espace d’un instant, sur les chaînes.
- Bien, je suis capable d’attendre un jour de plus.
Il redescendit les marches avec exaspération.
Il revint le lendemain, le surlendemain et le jourd’après. Une année entière s’écoula ainsi, où l’aurore se levait sur lasilhouette sombre du chacal.
- Bonjour, très cher Uriel! lança-t-il un matin. Jesuis ravi de te voir si ponctuel à nos rendez-vous quotidiens!
Celui-ci lui lança un regard sans humour au travers deson heaume.
- Anubis, salua-t-il. L’Archange Michaël…
- N’est toujours pas passé? Quelle surprise. Allez, vienst’asseoir sur les marches et laisse-moi te raconter la dernière histoire quicircule sur les Olympiens, tu vas rire. Leur roi s’est trouvé une nouvellemaîtresse, et cette fois-ci, pour la cacher à sa femme, a transformé la pauvrefille en génisse blanche…
- Cesse de japper un moment et laisse-moi terminer!s’impatienta Uriel. Je voulais t’annoncer que…
Un rayon de lumière aveuglante transperça les nuages. Urielse prosterna. Anubis plissa les paupières et put à peine discerner la formed’ailes immenses et le reflet d’une armure.
- Le Conseil des Archanges consent à t’écouter, Anubisle Netcherou, tonna le nouveau venu. Je suis Michaël, chef des arméesangéliques.
- Mes respects, Michaël, salua Anubis avec hésitation.Je viens t’avertir que les miens ont découvert vos plans. Ils savent que vouscomptez sortir les Hébreux de la terre d’Égypte, ils savent également que vousattendez un Prophète humain pour accomplir cette tâche.
Michaël ne bougea ni ne dit mot, mais Anubis sentitpeser sur lui le poids d’une colère à peine contenue. Il ravala sa peur etcontinua.
- Un oracle humain, un homme qui voyait l’avenir enrêve, annonçait la venue d’un Prophète hébreu… Les miens l’ont trouvé ettorturé jusqu’à lui faire perdre la raison. Nous savons maintenant que cetenfant sera mâle, de père hébreu, et naîtra dans la capitale d’Égypte quandsurviendra le cinquantième retour de l’étoile rouge. Il n’est pas… avantageuxpour ceux de mon clan de laisser partir vos humains. Ils ont l’intention de sedébarrasser de votre Prophète avant qu’il ne puisse vous être utile.
- Nul Céleste ne peut tuer un humain. Les Netcherous sejugent-ils au-dessus des lois?
- Les miens respectent la loi, dit Anubis en serrantles dents, mais les Démons, non. Ils ont engagé un fils de Lucifer…
- NE PRONONCE PAS CE NOM CÉANS ! tonna Michaël.
Anubis mit un moment pour se ressaisir. Il réalisaqu’il tremblait.
- Vous ne m’y reprendrez plus. Qu’en est-il deBéhémoth, ai-je le droit de dire Béhémoth ?
Devant le silence de Michaël, il continua.
- Le Démon Béhémoth a vendu ses services aux miens enéchange de protection. Il s’est rendu en Égypte pour éliminer tous les enfantsmâles hébreux de cette génération.
- Bien. Nous enverrons nos armées pour le trouver.
- Il se cache du Seigneur des Enfers, il ne selaissera certainement pas trouver par vous ! Il va s’incarner en humain et sefondre dans la masse. Vous ne connaissez rien à l’Égypte, rien à ses gens, paroù allez-vous commencer ?
- Par où commencerais-tu, toi, Netcherou ?
Anubis resta coi un moment, pris au dépourvu.
- … Par le Palais royal, dit-il après un moment. Seulle roi d’Égypte possède les ressources pour organiser un massacre d’une telleenvergure et d’une si grande précision. Béhémoth voudra entrer dans ses grâces.
- Tu parles sagement, concéda Michaël. Qu’as-tu àdemander en échange de telles informations?
- Votre silence. Je ne veux pas que mon clan ait ventde mes actions.
- Qu’est-ce qui te pousse à trahir les tiens, Anubisle Netcherou?
- … Les miens m’ont trahi de manière pire encore.
- Soit, je garderai ton nom secret. Quitte ces lieuxet ne reviens pas.
Anubis jeta un regard à Uriel. Celui-ci fixait encorele sol.
- … J’accepte, dit lentement le Netcherou.
Il fit demi-tour et descendit les marches pour ladernière fois. Lorsque sa figure disparut dans le couvert de nuages, Michaëlrepartit sans un mot.
Devant la porte du Paradis, l’Ange enchaîné seretrouva seul une fois de plus.
Here’s the book on Amazon
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Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: Hieroglyphs: The Celestial Conspiracies - Talhí Briones Rating: Not Rated Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Uriel & Anubis Characters: Uriel, Anubis Additional Tags: Hieroglyphs fanfic, because Talhi is amazing, this couple screamed at me when i read the book, and i HAD to write them, Uriel the Guardian of The Door, Anubis God of Death, somewhat enemies to friends, enemies to lovers perhaps?, unlikely friendship, Waiting, No Memory Summary:
After several days, weeks, years, of Anubis waiting for the Angel Michael, his daily presence becomes less of an annoyance to the angel Uriel.
@wheeloffortune-design I hope I did these two justice and I hope you enjoy the fic!
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FAQ about my novel
Did you write it in English of French? French, sorry for all of you who can’t speak the language. 
Will is ever be translated? I hope! The way it works, an English publisher has to buy the rights from my original publisher. There are conventions where all the publishers meet and exchange books. Since Canada is bilingual, there are subventions to get all those books translated so there’s a lot of hope on that front! I’ll keep you all updated!
What’s it called? What’s the Publisher? What’s your NAME?!? Hiéroglyphes, by Talhí Briones, éditions Québec-Amérique
When will it come out? Next Spring! And since I got the final ok from my publisher, I won’t need to rewrite it again!
Again? How many times did you write that book? Honey. Sweetheart. Love. I’ve been working on that novel for the last fifteen years. It may be older than some of you. Overall, ten complete rewritings, many corrections, two publishers interested that I had to refuse or leave because reasons, and a countless rewriting of that stupid Prologue. Prologues are hell, don’t write them.
Alright, so what is it about? It’s an historical fantasy set in Ancient Egypt, crossed with the first part of the Exodus (from the Bible), where Egyptian gods and Angels fight passive-aggressively, using humans as their pawns, trying to avoid Demons and Olympians because what they’re doing is illegal. There’s political intrigue in the palace. Forbidden romances in the gay sense. Corruption. Feminist themes about consent woven in the narrative. 98% brown and black characters. In the middle of all this, with no magical or political powers whatsoever, is Soromé, fifteen year old daughter of the now deceased Pharaoh, who tries to avoid the civil war her older siblings seem bent on starting.
Whoa. Yeah.
Historical? Babe, I’ve done my research. Ask me anything. ANYTHING. 
How can I get my novel published? Honestly, I don’t know. Québec’s book market is different. I shopped dozens of publishers, sent so many copies of my manuscript, and those things are expensive because they need to be sent BY SNAIL MAIL. Like seriously. And when I got accepted, I spent a year rewriting it and cutting like 200 pages out of 700 and changing several story lines. It was for the better, to be honest. 
You’ll tell me when it comes out, right? Honey, I’ll be yelling it from rooftops. I’ll be taking selfies with my book. I’ll be sleeping with my book. It’s impossible that you miss it. 
If you have any more questions, don’t hesitate to ask! :D
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