Kree Sullivan
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35|she/her|💖💜💙|🖤🩶🤍💜 Debut YA Fantasy/Dystopia BLACKBLOOD out now!! https://linktr.ee/kreesullivan "A Riveting Story of Redemption" -Kirkus Reviews
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Seeking adventure? Mayhem? A place to hide your illegal magic supplies? Join the BLACKBLOOD today! We have magic, we have lesbians, we have enbies stowing away in our cargo while on the run! Available today! Need more convincing? Here are a few unhinged AO3 tags to describe us #chaospit #p #ya #f
Text reads: Armina: sit she's my emotional support anxious lesbian; It IS a gun in my pocket and no I'm not pleased to see you; she's like "oh shit now I have to protect them all" Text reads: Canto. Be Emo Do Crimes; Therapy? No sir in this house we do revenge; honey your poor little meow meow is committing murder Text reads: Renn. Artistic liberties on how stabbing works; he's a feral little nerd; this isn't flirting this is technically breaking and entering Text reads: the inherent eroticism of uhhh. Class difference and how it pertains to violence; sorry 4 the various depictions of grief do you still think I'm hot; can be read as platonic but I'll judge you if you do; this radiates touch-starved gay energy; oh my god there was only one truck; check engine light as an extended .etaphor, by a girl who doesn't drive
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ribombee again 💚

first one is for practice, second one is for luck :)
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Come hang out if you're in the area! #fredericksburgva #booksky #readsky #bookevent
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#booksky #readingcommunity #readsky #bookrecommendations #indiebooks #queerbooks
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You should read their favorite book, imo
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Purfect name 😻 Here's my Hades!
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Bunny by Mona Awad! Sure it's horror in the traditional sense, but the real terror for me is how vividly it reminds me of my own college days getting my creative writing degree 😬
The cover of Bunny by Mona Awad. It is hot pink with yellow and white text and the black silhouette of a rabbit
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TOMORROW!!! #Booksky #bookevents #frightreads #spookyseason
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Come join me and author @hyerssmith.com at Frightreads Horror Festival! #booksky #indieauthors #bookevenrs
Image of authors Kree Sullivan and Kate Hyers. Text reads: Join Us at Frightreads. Kree Sullivan, author of BLACKBLOOD and Kate Hyers, co-author of The Courtesan's Eye Howard Country Fairgrounds. September 13---11AM-6PM, September 14---12PM-6PM
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Blackblood is an action/adventure! Think a pirate story but in a desert on a semi-truck instead of the ocean 🚚🏜 #booksky #readsky #fantasybooks #bookrecommendations 📚💙
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FINALLY CLEARED BWUTE ABWOMINATWOR 🐈🐈‍⬛️😻 #ffxiv
A screenshot from. FINAL fantasy XIV of a defeated monster. The text reads: the match is decoded! Victory goes to the challenger!
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Come join me and author @hyerssmith.com at Frightreads Horror Festival! #booksky #indieauthors #bookevenrs
Image of authors Kree Sullivan and Kate Hyers. Text reads: Join Us at Frightreads. Kree Sullivan, author of BLACKBLOOD and Kate Hyers, co-author of The Courtesan's Eye Howard Country Fairgrounds. September 13---11AM-6PM, September 14---12PM-6PM
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Hey Bluesky! As a thank you for reaching 200 Tiktok followers, I'm hosting a Blackblood giveaway! Head over to my Tiktok to enter! #booksky #queerbooks #giveaway
An image of the cover of the novel Blackblood by Kree Sullivan. Text reads: I'm running a Blackblood Giveaway over on Tiktok! Link in my bio, head there for details on how to enter!
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Going on vacation and dealing with the age old question of how many books I should pack 🤔
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Just started Nat Cassidy's When the Wolf Comes Home, and it was so hard to put down to sleep!
Cover of When the Wolf Comes Home by Nat Cassidy
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Hey Bluesky! Read the first chapter of my debut novel, Blackblood, here! 🖤 📚💙 #booksky #readsky #readingcommunity #yabooks #queerbooks
ARMINA 
The Rabbit’s Day festivities haven’t wound down an inch despite the  fact it’s hotter than a cook pan under the desert sun. Noisy children  rush past where Valaina and I parked the semi half up on the curb,  and I jam a finger in the ear not pressed against the pay phone’s  receiver so I can hear the voice on the other end. 
“I ain’t entering Wallton for shit,” the man says. He has a squawk  like an old fox, the kind that got half its voice box ripped out in a  game of chicken with a coyote. “The artifact’s not worth the traffic.” 
I flip my messy ponytail over my shoulder and scowl despite the  fact that the man can’t see it. I hope he feels it as I respond, “So  you’d rather us brave the traffic and drive . . . where, exactly? Last I  checked, the Blackblood was doing you a favor.” 
“I’m less than fifty miles from the city, outside the Wrendrop  Community. There’s a rest station with a tavern called The Skeletal  Mare. Can’t miss it—’s got a horse skull dangling out front.” 
I run a hand over my face, wiping away my irritation along with  the noontime sweat. “Fine. Today, evening, Skeletal Mare outside  of Wrendrop.” 
The man hangs up without a goodbye. 
As I return the phone to its cradle, something warm slaps into  my free hand. A greasy square of waxed paper full of twisted  cinnamon bread heats my palm almost unbearably, and I wince as  molten sugar drips onto the base of my thumb.  
Valaina stands above me, her own hunk of bread hanging out her  mouth, her sunglasses shielding her brown eyes from the sun. She  looks pretty today, with her sugar-stained mouth and the wind
tugging at her curly black hair. If the sight of her didn’t make me  want to start a fight for no reason, I might even feel inclined to kiss  her. Rabbit’s Day is for romance, after all, and we used to be— 
“Any luck?” She leans against our semitruck’s scrubbed-metal  side. My truck. The Blackblood. 
Averard’s truck. “Depends on what you define as luck.” I rip a chunk out of the  bread. It hurts my teeth how sweet it is, but I haven’t eaten since  yesterday morning, so any food’s a welcome comfort. “Do we have  an offer? Yes. Do I know if it’s of any merit?” I shrug and crumple  the waxed paper between my fingers. “The man seemed ready  enough to be rid of his artifact, so I think we’ll get a good price.” 
Valaina raises her eyebrows and tilts her head so I can see her  eyes beneath her sunglasses. Can’t say I blame her for any  skepticism. The pair of us’ve been an awful mess since Averard died.  He was the captain of our little three-man brigade, our “pirate ship  without an ocean”, as he’d call it. When he went and got himself  murdered, he left us with nothing more than the truck, a battered  pistol, and an old black coat. Valaina kept the pistol, and I kept the  coat, and neither of us talk about how we picked them off his corpse  before we ran. 
Keepsakes of a dead man are not instructions, and they’re  certainly not a business plan. They won’t put food in our stomachs  or keep the Huntsmen away. Smuggling magical artifacts is  dangerous enough if you know what you’re doing, but despite me  turning nineteen at the beginning of this year and Valaina being two  years older, Averard always insisted we were too young to help him  yet with the more particular aspects of the job. Val and I know the  trade; we know how to sell. But acquisitions? Not under our  purview. 
I tug open the Blackblood’s door, reaching high up its frame to  pull myself inside. Valaina watches me struggle before stepping  around the truck’s low-bellied trailer and throwing open the passenger-side door. She hops inside and wipes her sticky hands on  her pants, then lifts her long legs and tucks them between the  dashboard and the windshield. “Guess your seller’s not meeting us  in Wallton,” she says. I snort in response and start the engine. It rumbles to life beneath  us—not anything that’d be mistaken for a purr like some of those  fancy new flatbeds, or even the hum of a family’s personal car. The  Blackblood sounds like a call to adventure. Like the rush of power  through veins. 
“I get it, to be honest,” Valaina continues as I ease off the curb  with a faint thu-thump. Families scatter as the Blackblood mounts  the street. “Don’t know how anyone can stand to live this close to  the Tidal Wall.” 
I peer out my side mirrors at the object in question. I wouldn’t  say that Wallton’s built close to the Wall, but the black stone expanse  rises hazy like a mountain across the whole horizon. It’s a barricade  of sorts, one that divides our Arachnida Federation from the country  of Tempestor. Far as I know, it was erected not twenty years back,  when the Huntsmen attempted a hostile takeover of Tempestor.  When their coup failed, Tempestor built that wall to keep the rest  of us out. 
The Huntsmen trying to take Tempestor was peak foolishness,  even though it must’ve made sense to their blood-addled minds.  Tempestor’s a country of mages. Run by ’em. Can’t imagine any  Huntsman’d stand to see such a place exist unopposed. 
The Arachnida Federation doesn’t have anything like a central  government—too many little towns with too much space between  them, connected by nothing but sand and sky—so the Huntsmen  Order’s the closest thing we’ve got to an authority. Ostensibly, they  uphold any laws agreed upon between settlements and keep the  desert roads safe. But the truth is, the Huntsmen exist primarily to  hunt what few free mages are left.
Your average person tends to get shot if they approach too close  to the Tidal Wall. Huntsmen tend to disappear without more than a  bloodstain on the desert sand. Val and I came out to Wallton after Averard died, hoping it might  prove a good place to lie low a while, take stock of what artifacts  we’ve got in the trailer, and figure out a gameplan to keep business  moving. But we can’t stay here forever. There’s too big a risk of  getting comfortable. 
I cleave my attention to the road, trying not to get stray kids or dogs stuck under my front wheels. Red and pink streamers twist  from the telephone wires above, and the clickity-clack of rabbit skulls  sounds from strings on every brightly colored food stall. I stop for a  parade of pedestrians tied together with a golden streamer around  their waists, but as I rest my hand on my chin, my eyes meet those  of a man across the crowd. 
Black eyes. Pitch black. 
He watches me with bored disdain, and I try not to sink in my  seat. Huntsmen aren’t supposed to show their faces all the way out  in Wallton. Have they forgotten how to fear the Tidal Wall? Or are  they preparing for something? 
Valaina doesn’t notice him. Instead, she rummages in the space  between her seat and her door, extracting a beat-up, dog-eared  romance novel. She draws Averard’s pistol from her belt and  deposits it on the seat between us, a more solid barrier than the  Tidal Wall ever was. Been a month since Averard died, and near as  long since Valaina and I’ve talked about anything other than  business. I’m trying to navigate what it means to be captain of an  enterprise I was never taught to lead, what it means to have lost the  only parental figure I’ve ever known. I don’t have time to figure out  what it means to be someone’s ex-girlfriend. 
“Huntsmen must be bored.” I nod toward the man as he slips past  our window. “Not enough free mages left for them to hunt.
Valaina returns to her book with little more than a glance at the  Huntsman. Her shoulders shift as she tugs her long-sleeve shirt a  little closer at the throat. “Dunno,” she says. “Still plenty out there.” 
We overcome the pedestrian traffic an…
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I'm Kree Sullivan, and my debut novel, Blackblood, is available now! It's a queer, YA fantasy. I hope people check it out if it sounds appealing to them! Thank you for hosting 🥰
Cover of BLACKBLOOD surrounded by trope arrows: found family; enemies-to-???; queer af; heists!; semi-trucks and the lesbians who drive them; dystopian bc fuck the government; gender is cool but have you ever tried stabbing someone?; magic is illegal but we're doing it anyway
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howlingggg @ ‘no spice’

Mr Darcy just put his hand on his chest and BLINKED. He is ASKANCE!
Excuse me random person on Fable this book was written in 1813, what exactly were you expecting??
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I wiiiish 😭 Just my hometown B&N, I did a signing there and we had a few books leftover so they went up in the shelves. But thank you! It was a great moment and felt amazing
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Dreams really do come true 😭 #booksky
BLACKBLOOD on the shelf at Barnes & Noble Me pointing at Blackblood on the shelf at Barnes & Noble
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TODAY IS THE DAY! I'll be at the Barnes & Noble in Fairfax with copies of Blackblood for sale and tons of free goodies. Stop on by if you're in the area, I'd love to chat! 📚💙 #booksky #northernvirginia #Fairfax #barnesandnoble
Image text reads: Join me at Barnes & Noble at the Fair Lakes Promenade. July 19th | 12PM-3PM Cover of BLACKBLOOD surrounded by trope arrows: found family; enemies-to-???; queer af; heists!; semi-trucks and the lesbians who drive them; dystopian bc fuck the government; gender is cool but have you ever tried stabbing someone?; magic is illegal but we're doing it anyway Blackblood is a queer, young adult dystopian/fantasy set in a harsh desert country where magic has been outlawed. It follows Armina, captain of a semi-truck that smuggler illegal magical goods. One night, Armina finds a criminal mage stowing away aboard her truck, dripping their black blood onto the floor. The mage asks for Armina's help rescuing their mother from the corrupt government that has her held hostage.

If that sounds like your jam, check out Blackblood, available online wherever books are sold! 

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Tomorrow is my Barnes & Noble event, and I'm just *vibrates out of my chair in excitement* #writesky #authorsky
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My cover artist (Alexa Sharpe) isn't on bsky, but I do have art from the fantastic @neunian.bsky.social !!!They've been so supportive and brought my characters to life beautifully!
The character Armina from the novel Blackblood by Kree Sullivan The character Renn from the novel Blackblood by Kree Sullivan The character Canto from the novel Blackblood by Kree Sullivan