




It is Hispanic Heritage Month, time for some queer reads to celebrate!





It is Hispanic Heritage Month, time for some queer reads to celebrate!










It’s Sapphic September, and I’ve rejuvenated the book rec stash with fresh titles! I have to say, I think my favorite types of sapphic stories are the ‘she’s a little bit fucked up and a lot bit haunted’ and the good ol’ ‘I shall protect you with my life, my lady.’
What about you?


August was a great month for reading! I finished relistening to my favorite comfort books, the Big Bad Wolf series, and picked up a few I’ve had stashed away for awhile.
I love Lily Mayne’s work, and was a little nervous about starting Mortal Skin for some reason. But it was as fantastic as the rest of her books, and I can’t wait to start the next one.
I’ve been holding off on the Hazard and Somserset books because while they are wildly good, they are also incredibly dark and relevant. This is the first book in their second trilogy, and it kicks off with a severely depressed character trying to find his footing in life. One thing I love about these books is they are unflinchingly honest, and it was really cathartic. But that ending was probably the most messed up thing I’ve ever read, which means I need the next book so I can find out who the evil Moriarty-like villain is.
Mr. Collins in Love was given to me by the author as an ARC, and I really enjoyed this story! It was sweet, tender, and historically immersive. I do wish it was longer, and that I could’ve seen the aftermath of Collin’s decisions.
And the epic, romantic tale of Goldheart. Flowers growing out of the skin, loyal bodyguards, and a fantasy world built of layers upon layers of beauty, lore, and tricksy gods. Also, shout out to the cast of characters that are flawed, growing, and each as vital as the last.
September hopefuls are books that have been staring at me longingly from my shelf for far too long. I’ve already started The Devourers and Dudes Rock, but I had to take a break because the mood wasn’t right. Phantom and Rook may wait until October, but I want to start my reread soon in preparation for writing book three.

There was a distinct click behind him, one that had become familiar in the past week and a half. Watt looked over his shoulder, spying Cornelius looking a tad sheepish behind his camera. Three times now Cornelius had taken his photo, having asked before the first time if he had Watt’s permission to take candid shots.
Watt rather thought that him brooding in a hotel room was a waste of film, and was surprised to find himself saying so.
Cornelius chuckled. “Every explorer needs a good before and after photo, you know, before they’re beaten to hell by their perils.”
“Then what were the photographs on the ship for?”
“Practice,” Cornelius said. There was an easy air about him this morning, which Watt was grateful for. He wasn’t sure if he could handle prickly Cornelius today.
Watt straightened from the wall, extending a hand towards Cornelius. “Then you should have a before photo as well, yeah?”
Cornelius cleared his throat. “Oh. I suppose so.”

Moody Before the Perils illustrations by Gagakuma Draws! This scene is one of the early icebreaker like scenes with the fellas, and stuck out to us both of us when it came to Cornelius’ photographs. Their postures and expressions speak so much to their inner turmoils during the beginning. Watt wears his heart on his sleeve, while Cornelius hides everything behind that proud mask. And of course, this beautiful and romantic moment between the explorers.

He kept hearing Andrea’s words over and over again, followed by Severino’s distant plea from weeks ago. He hadn’t meant to eavesdrop either time, but last night had been the final nail in Watt’s heart. “They’re doing good work here, real work. I can go on alone. This isn’t—I won’t drag you into madness, Cornelius.”
Cornelius closed the small distance between them, slow enough to give Watt time to back away. He did not.
Cornelius gazed up at Watt, their chests inches apart. His steely eyes seemed to glitter in the dark, like Lake Michigan under full moonlight. “I made a promise, and I intend to keep it.”
“Aventurier,” Watt whispered, overcome with an intense desire to bend down, and kiss Cornelius.
He—he wanted to kiss Cornelius.
He wanted Cornelius.
Cornelius’ eyes flared and he lifted his chin a fraction of an inch, lips parting.
Oh, and he was wanted in return. He was wanted by, and wanted, a man. Not just any man, but his—his Cornelius. He wanted to. It could’ve been easy, should’ve been easy.
But no matter how much he wanted to, Watt could not break through that wall. It would shatter everything, demolishing the foundations of everything they had built in the last few months. And he couldn’t—he wasn’t—
Cornelius’ lips curled into a small, sad smile. Like he knew. And he probably did, because who else knew Watt better than this man?
His best friend. Because yes, that was what Cornelius was to him, now and always.
🧭
There are now 94 backers! Hello to all of you, and thank you so much for supporting this campaign. We only have 22 hours left, then it’s time for Kickstarter to do its thing so I can do my thing and order books, stickers, bookmarks, art prints, all that good stuff to pass onto you. With all of the new art that has come out seen the Kickstarter began, don’t be surprised if there are extra goodies in the adventure boxes.
whispers: Do you think we can reach an even 100 backers?
Big thanks to Gagakuma Draws for drawing the gay explorers in love!










A couple of weeks ago I asked for queer indie books, and you all delivered. I have so many more in my arsenal, but these are all I could fit in a post!
Should we do a part two?


I’m pretty proud of myself, only … most of these were rereads. Ah, well. When the serotonin is low, you gotta do what you gotta do.
I did read The Voice of Wild Places in paperback version, and it was so great to read it ‘as a book.’ Viscounts and Villainy was a great conclusion to the series, if not a little repetitive with how much they were gushing about each other. They deserve it.
An Unseen Attraction was so fun, an unusual take on historical fiction aka taxidermy in the late 1800s and all the weirdness that comes with it.
And prosthetics, wheelchairs, and canes shall answer.
Mobility can be affected by a number of things, and the range at which it can be affected is vast. Some people are totally reliant on their aides, while others can be ambulatory for a time or partially ambulatory.
I think there’s a pretty good mix here, but feel free to shout out your favorites.







Anthologies, because we all need bite sized queer stories in our lives.
My love for queer historical fiction is limitless and exceptionally growing, especially those with an alternate universe or a magical setting.
I’m always looking for more, especially those of the indie sort, so let me know your favorites!










It’s International Non-Binary People’s Day! There are so many more enby books than what I’ve gathered here, but this should definitely be a good start.






