Hey there! Welcome to the Inkewell!

A Little About Me:

I’m Abbigayle Grace, though lots of my friends call me Quille because of my username on Write the World, a site for teen writers. There, I became infamous for my use of cliffhangers and my debut novel, Elfboy.

Aside from writing, I enjoy photography, drawing, learning other languages, being outdoors, running, and needlework. I also edit, beta read, and review for my fellow authors. Basically, I’m a normal almost-non-teenage weirdo authorpreneur.

My first two books are YA Christian contemporary fantasy (yeah, I know it’s a tongue-twister)… and pretty much anything else I write is almost always write fantasy; because it’s one of the only genres where you can get away with literally anything 😉 I also dabble with poetry, and make sure to use lots of smiley face emojis 🙂

One of my very strongest beliefs is that one should never, ever give up on their creative dreams. I dreamt of growing up to be an artist… It took me a while to realize that my art lies not in being a classical painter, but in creating magical landscapes and characters from alphabet soup.

 

About My Books:

The Pizza Shop Chronicles

Elfboy is the first installment in a YA Christian contemporary fantasy series, taking place in the rural KY town of Orangeboro, as well as in an alternate dimension known as the elf world (creative naming, right?)

It begins, oddly enough, in the year it was written, 2018, and tells the story of an almost-eighteen-year-old boy named Chris who, in attending public school for the first time, befriends a mysterious kid named Elrond Higgins, whom everyone immediately warns him to stay away from.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Goblinprince is the long-awaited, finally-live sequel to Elfboy. It also takes place in good old Orangeboro, well partly. The rest is back in the elf-world, where 2035 is still “medieval” with elves, fairies, and goblins striving to either conquer the other races or live in peace.

Alastair votes for living in peace, but that involves a lot more conquering than he expected as new foes, deadly foes arise – the worst of which turns out to be his own self, and the grudges he holds against his past. Good thing he’s not alone as many of the past characters (including my favorites, Snyder & Chris) join his adventures!

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

The Inkewell Collection

Coming soon, a collection of some of my favorite poems and short stories that I’ve written over the past couple of years. Some of them appear to be quite good, while others I will certainly not be including 🙂

You can read the introduction here if you like: Intro.

Here’s a short sample (which was actually written for the homepage of this site and the first page of the book):

 

 

 

 

 

 

It seems common to think

That only ink

Is contained in an inkwell,

But I’ve found so much more to tell:

Battered dreams and fairy wings,

Dragon fire and teardrop stings,

Sunshine, mist, and deep sweet breath;

Storms, starlight, and empty death;

Love’s everlasting embrace,

Rainbows and wild geese to chase;

Treasure beyond men’s minds

Fey and beasts of every kind;

Heroes rising and villains fell,

These all swirl together in the depths of my

Inkwell.

 

 

Sample of Current Work-In-Progress

Winter in Deglendark Valley – Coming in December 2020

Shadows taste like rust, rough and grating down the throat. Their aftertaste is bittersweet, honeyed and stinging. 

A bit like whiskey, actually, Sal always thought. Maybe that’s why he took to drinking the alcohol, because it reminded him of darkness when there was none available.

Of course, here in Deglendark, shadows and demons seemed abundant. Darknesses of all kinds roamed the forest, and the caves, and the cobbled streets of Smiffiton. 

But not for long, Sal thought, smiling as he strode through the falling night. Not with me here. 

 

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And, That’s Pretty Much It, Folks! I Look Forward to Seeing You Here Often.

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