Quill & Cosmos

🗡️ MEET THEESON 🗡️ Prince Theeson, son of Prince Erebos. Young, handsome, and utterly amused by the pampered little Sylph princess he just captured. Ariadne finds him acceptable. And annoying. (Her words, not mine.) What makes Theeson who he is: He looks the part. Broad shoulders, dark armor, and a cape he wears out of duty, not decoration. His hair is black in shadow with a reddish gleam when the light catches it, and his dark eyes give nothing away. He wears a smirk like a mask. His smirk and his arrogance hide what he does not want anyone to see: the shame, the fear, the sorrow, and the conflict underneath. He walks the line his terrible father forces him to walk, but he hates it, and loyalty to his people is starting to cost him more than he expected. He captures Ariadne, and later regrets the trouble he has put her through. Behind the mask is a heart and a conscience he is still trying to protect. He notices more than he lets on. For all his joking, Theeson reads a room fast....

Jack Unit 382 is a clone — one of a thousand identical Jacks laboring in the textile mills of Raven 5, a world his kind can never leave. Each night he journals the days since the treaty. But 382 has begun to suspect he is different from his brothers: he dreams, he wonders, and he wants things no Jack is supposed to want. This is his story. Journal Entry 698 I watched the ship leave last night. The cargo ships climb on the same night every week — you can set your shift schedule by them — and yesterday, when the whistle blew and the sky went dark, I walked out past the mill yard alone and stood in the open ground where nothing blocks the sky, and I waited. It climbed. That is the only word for it. It did not fly so much as it climbed , the running lights blinking steady as it rose, the long grey hull shrinking until it was nothing but a thread of light, and then nothing. No sound reached us. The ships are automated. No one waves from their decks. There was no one on it to miss, and ...

To celebrate the launch of Quill & Cosmos, I'm giving away 50 FREE ebook copies of my fantasy novel Legend of Sylphar: The Silver Queen ! "She was his captive. He never stood a chance." Ariadne Sterling is the young ruler of the peaceful planet Sylphar — elegant, sharp, and born different from the other Sylphs. When a distant world called Lyke offers "trade," it is a trap — and Ariadne finds herself a pawn in a conspiracy that goes back to her own grandfather. Enemies to lovers. A captured queen. Secrets, star-seeds, and a prince who never stood a chance. How to enter: email authorbrandipeterson@gmail.com with the subject line SILVER QUEEN GIVEAWAY by Sunday, November 1, 2026 . That's it — one entry per person, open worldwide. 50 winners will be picked at random and emailed their ebook (EPUB — reads on virtually every e-reader, tablet, and phone, including Kindle via Send to Kindle) by November 3rd. If you love it, an honest review on Amazon, Goodread...

👑 MEET ARIADNE 👑 Say hello to Princess Ariadne. Ariadne Sterling is the young ruler of the peaceful planet Sylphar, elegant, sharp, and born different from the other Sylphs. Her jet black hair and bright blue eyes mark her as unusual among her people, and she is about to learn the secret her grandfather hid from her all her life. What makes Ariadne who she is: She was raised humble. Ariadne does not expect to be waited on, and she does not carry herself like someone who thinks the world owes her anything. She notices people, the ones others walk past, and she remembers them. She does not break. Ripped from her throne and thrown into a conspiracy bigger than her world, Ariadne adapts. She keeps her composure, looks for the angle nobody else sees, and finds a way through. Trouble has a habit of finding her, and she has a habit of outlasting it. She was born with a gift. Unlike others of her race, Ariadne can sense the emotions of other Sylphs. She feels what they feel. It is a secre...

Jack Unit 382 is a clone — one of a thousand identical Jacks laboring in the textile mills of Raven 5, a world his kind can never leave. Each night he journals the days since the treaty. But 382 has begun to suspect he is different from his brothers: he dreams, he wonders, and he wants things no Jack is supposed to want. This is his story. Journal Entry 691 Seven days. It has been seven days since I sat beneath the magnolia tree and told Black Bird ZX98 I would ask 583 to teach me to sketch, and tonight I am writing with charcoal dust under my fingernails. It will not wash out. I have tried three times. Part of me does not want it to. I did not ask him the next day. I waited three days, because asking felt like stepping off a ledge. On the fourth morning, I found 583 on his break, drawing the mill's great door on the back of a thread-crate slip, and I said it before my courage could leave me. "Teach me." He went very still. Then he laughed — not a mocking laugh, bu...

Jack Unit 382 is a clone — one of a thousand identical Jacks laboring in the textile mills of Raven 5, a world his kind can never leave. Each night he journals the days since the treaty. But 382 has begun to suspect he is different from his brothers: he dreams, he wonders, and he wants things no Jack is supposed to want. This is his story. Journal Entry 684 It has been eight days since Jack Unit 754 whispered to me about females, and I have thought of little else. I have tried to distract myself with my observations — 583's sketches grow more elaborate by the day; he is drawing the magnolia tree near G7 now, petal by petal — but my mind keeps circling back to 754's words. Soft curves and delicate features. I have stared at my own face in the washroom mirror until my eyes blurred, trying to imagine what the opposite of this face might look like. I cannot do it. It is like trying to imagine a color I have never seen. And there is something else, something I have not wri...

  In Chapter 22 of Legend of Sylphar, The Silver Queen , the aftermath of a battle on Atlas leaves the Lyken camp shrouded in grief and loss. Amidst the somber atmosphere, Ariadne, the protagonist, follows Prince Theeson, who carries the weight of responsibility for his fallen soldiers. In a profound moment of vulnerability, she overhears his song of lament, revealing the depths of his sorrow and the burden of leadership. *** The voice grew louder as she followed her sense of him. Looking around some large boulders near the edge of the cliff, she spotted him. He was sitting on a large stone overlooking the canyon’s edge. And now she could hear the words to his song more clearly: The trees have fallen, and the rivers bleed. Oh, the weariness weighing in the heart of the king. Heavy his sorrows and heavy his cares. Heavy the burden that a king must bear. For sorrow’s his wine, and burden his bread. And heavier still, the crown on his head. *** The song portrays the weariness and...