RJ HILL
Writer
About
Hello! I’m RJ Hill. I'm a POC, LGBTQ+ aspiring author. I am writing my first NA fantasy novel (here). If you'd like to know more, check out some of my projects or contact me!If you are interested in my work professionally, get in touch. I am also available on social media, so feel free to follow me there.All works posted by RJ Hill are under Copyright © 2023 RJ Hill All rights reserved.
Projects
| Synopsis - CURRENT WIP |
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| Linah, a young traveller, is faced with the search for her father-figure only known as The Traveller. Along with her newfound companions, Yin, the gentle hunter with prophetic dreams, and Seleine, the only Witch of the Moon, the three sets off on an adventure across the nations for a truth that may not be worth seeking. |
1st/11/22
Beautiful one, woe is thy name
A/N: This is a summarised, incomplete version.
Have you ever felt seen by the eyes of gods?
The inside of her mouth tastes of blood, sweet like ruby apples. Ropes tie her down, fraying at the ends and crusted in flakes of crystalline salt. It digs into her arms, searing her veins to unfurl. Her throat hurts. Maybe she’s screaming, crying, praying. For some reason, she cannot recognise it.
Have you ever embraced love, as is given by the gods?
A halo glow emits from her quivering palms, spreading under her skin, and consuming every vessel. Her sight turns the world into indescribable colours- in flashes of fury and indecision. The slightest of relief returns to her as the edges of her vision tinge into gold, and her blood becomes dyed in the corpses of stars. For a moment, she registers the low humming of hymns as the fragments of an exploding universe sing her name, like the welcoming return of a god.
There can be no divine though,
not while she breathes...
Time cannot tell her how long it has been, but she does not care. For, at last, the world she once believed in, is silent to her anguish.It speaks to her, calm like the aftermath of grief, cold to the warmth of collapsing stars.
Welcome home.
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| Hesper is the proclaimed lost descendant of the true heir of Aurea Eos, an old kingdom that belonged to an era now lost to time. Her loyal followers all aspire for the day she is reinstated to her rightful throne. However, the allusive and infamous Witch of the Moon has claimed the kingdom's ruins as her own. Will Hesper manage to reclaim her destiny from the clutches of the malevolent Witch, or will it be centuries too late to save? |
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| Shu, a cryptic journalist, is assassinated in the modern world due to political strife and espionage. Death was what they expected- not waking up in the body of Cassia Larkley, a timid yet kind noble lady. Perhaps this life could be a peaceful one, well, if not for the new attention the reinvented Cassia has garnered. To be fair, proposing to the infamous Duke of Vestamae isn't a quiet way to live their new life. Will Shu be able to survive in their new life, and uncover the twisted secrets of this unfamiliar world, all in the name of Cassia? |
28th/11/22
cinnamon spice is all one needs
He did not expect this, that's certain. "A proposal," Lady Cassia reveals, at last, "One that will benefit us both."Einar is not a man to be trifled with, although his aloof attitude does little to deter others' interest in him, even from those in other countries. They were all nuisances. Flies, swarming for a corpse that refuses to rot.The thought alone almost makes him sick, for if it wasn't for the soft, fluttering scent of cinnamon and roses soothing his bout of nausea away.Refuse. His logic answers for him, prompting him to reply the way he always has done. Einar parts his lips, the script already prepared in his mind.He makes his first mistake.The early morning rise of the sun filters the windows. A soft, dewy breeze sweeps in, fluttering the stray strands from Lady Cassia's pinned hairdo. Her gaze is afar like her sight alone will attain an undiscovered answer.It's mystifying, yet all the same elegant, beautiful. A particular wonder, waiting for the moment to strike. His throat dries, unable to conjure the resolve he had seconds ago.From the gold-painted rims of Lady Cassia's carefully chosen china, to the untouched strawberry tarts and chocolate truffles, Einar realises that he is unfamiliar territory, despite what he had initially decided."Alright.""Before you reject so hastily, I have more to- what?" Lady Cassia's head turns sharply, eyes widening in blatant surprise. It's an amusing expression, one that lacks the previous refinery she exuded. It's charming.Einar refrains from smiling. "I agree to your proposition, although," He leans, forward, mindful of Lady Cassia's watchful eyes. "I would like to revise the terms you have written. For my own benefit, that is.""By all means," Her reply retains her warmth, the cracking of a barely-restrained smile of her own success graceful upon her delicate features. "Please write to me soon then, Duke."
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| A person's Soul equates to their birthright. It becomes a passport; it is proof of their right to live. So what happens to those who are Soulless? Only Soul Hunters possess the ability to deliver a swift, and relatively peaceful, death to the mismatched souls. That is the law of the world, of the society that exists. There is no time for complacency, no room for error, and no lie to save the foolish. It is only natural for Rune, a Soulless, to become a Soul Hunter. |
| Synopsis - TBA |
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| Imagine Narnia. Now imagine Narnia but gone wrong. Heir to the dusty, abandoned mansion of her great-great-great (and some more great) grandmother, the cowardly maiden June finds herself stuck with the property with no riches to be made of it. That is, until she finds herself lost in her late grandmother's favourite wooden wardrobe. |