GRACES TO THE GRAVE ⤳ aka GANG WIP; an april camp nano reintroduction
I am coming, death screamed to anyone who cared to listen. I am here.
GENRE; alternative historical fantasy
AUDIENCE; new adult
STATUS;draft 1.5? ish?
TROPES;enemies/rivals to lovers, gang rivalries, trio of best friends and their shenanigans, victorian era/slight steampunk world building, fighting the patriarchy, secret identities, marriage of convenience, “who did this to you?”
WARNINGS; violence, kidnapping, dark themes, murder, adult content
LINKS; accountability thread (x) | main tag (x) | excerpts (x)
SYNOPSIS;
Victorian London is on the precipice of destruction.
As civil war breaks out between the city’s most formidable gangs, Juliette Edevane finds herself with a daring mission: kill the leaders of the Bonellis and secure her position as heir to London’s underworld. But orchestrating the deaths of Ruth and Cassius Granville is not as simple as it may seem.
Juliette is swept into a world of murder, magic, and marriage - where a wedding between her and a long-time rival may signify the line between success and failure in her mission. Armed with such an alliance, she must navigate the dangerous waters of a London built on the blood of gang rivalries, where betrayal and death hides around every corner. And yet, with her own heart on the line, she must confront where her true allegiances lie: with her gang, with her husband, or with those she once thought to be her greatest enemies.
CHARACTERS;
juliette edevane. she/her. the jinx. a half-fae born into the night.
misty lygon. she/her. the jinx. a banshee made of death.
lun qi. he/him, they/them. the jinx. a warrior built from blood.
isaac farley. he/him. the bronze vipers. a criminal founded in sanguinity.
ruth granville. she/her. the bonellis. an assassin created in the underworld.
cassius granville. he/him. the bonellis. a wolf in sheep’s clothing.
AESTHETIC;pomegranate juice slipping down your chin, blood on a knife, dancing under the moon, stolen kisses, hatred that consumes you, love that feels like loathing
