The Prince of Her Dreams
Najra
has three dreams in her life: First, catch the attention of a prince.
(Specifically, the God-Emperor’s bookish youngest brother.) Next, get
him to hire her to assist with his research in the marvelous Archives in
Tel-Bastet. And then, at last, read ALL the books.
Marrying the prince has never been in the plan. Najra has never lusted for anything but knowledge.
Unfortunately,
the prince has dreams as well. Because he's also a prophet who foresees
trouble coming. Between her heretical geometries and her cursed
spellbook, Najra has to admit that his dreams of trouble have her
pegged.
Now what is she supposed to do with a
matchmaking busybody of an Archivist pushing them together, an angry
catfolk bodyguard pulling them apart, and a sweet, anxious
prophet-prince who won't even tell her what he wants?
What does a happy ending look like for a pair of mismatched dreamers who both love learning best of all?
For
the asexual folks and the questioning folks who've wanted a story where
your own desires are respected and valued, this one is for you. For the
Witches vs. Patriarchy crew, this one is for you too.
Priye
For
a small alley-kitten, human words make a tricky tangle of
misunderstandings that bite back. Purring and hissing and yowling are
much more clear.
A human named her Priye, though, and he taught her that it means someone who is darling, someone who is treasured.
Growing
up in the nooks between three cultures is hard, but Priye wants to make
her own way. And she wants to repay the kind people who feed small
hungry kittens. But it's not always easy to hunt when everyone else is
bigger and stronger and faster.
The humans who named
her like soap and water entirely too much. But maybe they have a point
about sharing things instead of hunting things?
(They absolutely do not have a point about soap, though. Soap is the most horrible thing ever.)
For
the neurospicy folks who struggle with the words people expect, this
one is for you. For the disabled folks and those who need to hear that
your value isn't in your work output, this one is for you too.
The Potter's Dream
Usually,
the Temple of Bastet teems with cats and catfolk and cat-priestesses
and cat-goddesses. It is not supposed to teem with mice. But
kind-hearted priest Shai Madhur isn't very good at denying a nourishing
meal to anybody… not even the mice.
He needs a better
mouse-catcher. But first, he needs to know where the shrine's cauldrons
have gone. Because a potter has come to Shai Madhur's temple shrine,
and the poor man looks hungry.
What kind of priest
can Shai Madhur be if he can't feed someone a nourishing meal? When he's
sworn his life to serving others, and suddenly he has nothing at all to
give, what does he have left? Sermons of acceptance are all well and good, but they don't fill an empty stomach.
And there's something very strange about the potter.
For
the caring folks who feel like the world needs more than you can give,
and for the fat folks who've wanted the story where someone delights in
your body exactly the way it is, soft and warm and comfortable and
treasured because you live in it, this one is for you.
