Jamie is a young queen with the usual problems: what should I wear out on Friday? Does the guy I like fancy me...?
But strange things are afoot, bringing new questions with them: Who is the mysterious boy his flatmate brought home? And why is his best friend suddenly acting weird?
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Set across the streets of Brighton and Manchester around the Millennium, Petit Mort features a cast of queens and faeries, old gods and monsters.
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Petit Mort was my first attempt at writing a novel. I make no apologies for the text; I’ve neither the time nor the inclination to go back and re-edit what twenty two year old me wrote. So I present this work as it is, in virgin form. The edges are a little rough, but there’s heart and pathos here that I hope will make up for the raw spelling and grammar.
About the author
An adopted Mancunian (I've been here since just after the Millennium), I live with my husband and three rescue cats. In my Clark Kent guise I don glasses and scrubs for the NHS. When not doing this I write fiction that might best be described as urban fantasy with a healthy dash of yaoi (look it up).
My vices are good books, cute guys and cookies, not necessarily in that order.
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