Newsletter #1: The Introduction

Hello everyone! I’m Morgane, a speculative fiction writer and self-published author. Due to the ever-changing nature of social media, especially nowadays, I wanted to create a more centralized platform for me to be able to interact with everyone and promote both my work and my website.

Worry not, though: I do still plan on interacting with social media! At the very least, you can find me on Tumblr and Instagram. I do have a Bluesky, but I’ll admit that I’m not the best at remembering to use it right now.

Outside of writing, I’m an avid gamer, a senior sustainability student in university, and a foodie. Expect to see photos of whatever I cook throughout my newsletters here!

Newsletter Highlight: My Projects

Ghosts of the Steel Road is book one of the Prophecy of the Steel Road Series and my debut novel! It’s a fantasy adventure that features a main character learning to allow friends in her life, unreasonable demands in prophecies, and people just straight-up lying. I’ll be working on the sequel over this year, with hopes of a 2026/2027 release.

The Unwanted Sacrifice is a high fantasy adventure novel that I’m current in the second draft/re-write of. It follows the story of a sacrifice-gone-wrong and the ensuing conflict between mortals and gods and features very powerful dragons, lots of queer representation, and some decisions where no choice is a good one. I’ll be bouncing back and forth between this project and Ghosts of the Steel Road’s sequel, with a likely 2028 release.

A Million Little Disasters is a planned short story collection that I hope to draft this year. The inspiration for this collection comes from my interactions with people in the emergency management field and from my own studies about disasters during my collegiate years. All of the short stories in this collection will focus on not the spark of disaster, but everything that comes crumbling down after what we often see as the disaster.

I’ve also got many projects that I have in my ideas document (twenty-two, in fact) that I hope to get time to work on in the future, but being a student takes up quite a bit of time right now, and I can’t work on every project at once.

Recent Blog Posts

January 4th: 2025 Yearly Goals

January 11th: A (Late) Look Back at 2024

January 18th: Getting to May: About My Final Semester in University

January 25th: An Ode to Writing in Airports

The Currents of Life

Currently Reading: Anne of Green Gables and The Emperor of All Maladies

Currently Playing: Palia

Currently Watching: Dungeons & Dragons: Honor Among Thieves 

Currently Cooking: Meal prepped chicken salad and vegetables for my lunches! Also a Greek yogurt and peanut butter combo I’ve been obsessed with

Currently Doing: Wanting to throw my capstone project against a wall

Writing Snippet

The bell tolled the same as it always did on the day Fastyma was to die.

She was already up in her normal isolation before the fourth toll, and she wasn’t sure to be relieved or disappointed. The sameness did give some familiarity to her routine, despite the glowing white dress that was draped across her small bed and the crowd that had already gathered out in the town. Yet, it would have been nice to be celebrated in some way that didn’t involve her being paraded around in front of people she had never met before.

Fastyma went through her daily prayers with a bit more meaning than usual. The obsidian statuette of Anhin hung heavy from the leather cord around her neck, and she grabbed it a few times to recenter herself in the present. Still, she was sure she had repeated parts of the prayers multiple times as her mind wandered to the cliffside where she would soon meet her fate.

As she completed her prayers, Fastyma took a moment to sit on the cold, stone floor of her tiny bedroom and breathed slowly. She paid attention to the way the white curtains blew gently with the morning wind and the light that danced across the bare walls.

Mentally, she scolded herself for being so wired, but Fastyma couldn’t help it. Her whole life was built in preparation for this day. It was her duty. She had done everything asked of her. Maybe even more.

Fastyma would keep the kingdom of Lurna safe for another year.

She would be the sacrifice.

~From The Unwanted Sacrifice

Q&A

Have a question for me? Feel free to ask in the form on my website, and I might just answer your question in a future newsletter!

Final Words

Thank you very much for reading this newsletter! I hope that I’ll be able to stay consistent on this project even through my final semester of college, which I know will be quite busy. Until the next newsletter, though, I hope to hear around from all of you on my various platforms!

If you want to check out my debut novel, here’s the link to the page on Amazon: