C.S. Madsen
@csmadsen.bsky.social
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I'm the author of the Mythicals universe, as well as a parent of two wonderful little kids. I drive a BRZ and love every second of it. Still trying to figure life out. https://linktr.ee/CSMadsen
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Begging Your Pardon, Mister Wolfe ( #BYPMW ) is now querying. I saw others setting up these neat slide decks for potentially curious literary agents, and thought I'd do the same. Thoughts and feedback welcomed!
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#AmQuerying #UrbanFantasy #Supernatural #Thriller #Mythicals #Universe #Flagship #Entry
A hardcover mockup of a book, with text above it stating: 

Begging Your Pardon, Mister Wolfe
By C.S. Madsen


An Urban Fantasy/Supernatural Thriller, with Mystery, Romance, and Mild Horror Themes
(Approximately 90,000 Words)


*All artistic assets featured were commissioned from Karianne Hutchinson, and are owned by me.
A simple slide listing comps in three categories:
TV/Movies:
Supernatural
The Crow
Lost Girl
Preacher

Books:
The Dresden Files by Jim Butcher
American Gods by Neil Gaiman
Ninth House by Leigh Bardugo
Sandman Slim by Richard Kadrey

Video Games: 
Cyberpunk 2077
Thief: The Dark Project
Control
Vampire The Masquerade - Bloodlines An infographic showing the following:

Okay… What Can I Expect?
(Tropes and Concepts)
A World Shaded with Gray Morality
The world is never just black and white. Secret organizations, ambiguous powers, and ancient conspiracies fuel the narrative threatening to consume Erik’s life.

Found Family
A distant, mysterious brother with startling resources, a haunted seer, and many more unique characters come together to make a stand for Erik’s sake.

Reluctant, Everyman Hero
Erik never asked for power or influence. He only wanted to keep his head down and move past his personal tragedies. Fate had something else in mind.

Spirit/Host Bond
Lykaios. 

A semi-feral, bloodlusting, mischievous woman’s spirit, battle-scarred and keen to exact revenge on Erik’s behalf.

…And it doesn’t stop there. A stylized icon of a snarling wolf with its left eye replaced by a series of three jagged scratch marks, followed by a block of text: 

The Wolfe series is the flagship of the Mythicals Universe, a shared world where every story is a different front in a single, ancient conflict. It explores an existence defined by a cosmic schism, where every unique character—primal spirits, dragon lords, and vampires contrasted by the very human operatives sometimes caught in the mix—must each choose their path through the infinite shades of gray present in humanity—and divinity.

BOOK ONE: Begging Your Pardon, Mister Wolfe—Currently Querying!
csmadsen.bsky.social
Out here in the open, where we can embarrass ourselves publicly as best as we can with a 300-character limit.

I do it frequently. 10/10, recommend. :P
csmadsen.bsky.social
Best of luck! I hope you meet your deadline without forcing it out of yourself. (I always hate that feeling, and rarely keep the work I do when I'm pushing myself harder than is "right" for me.)
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Today's #WIPSnips word is #care.

From my #UrbanFantasy, Begging Your Pardon, Mister Wolfe. Erik's brother, Jonathan, has an answer for most problems. Here, the answer involves a shadowy clan of operatives, using a budget that would make a tech billionaire flinch.

#BYPMW #Supernatural #Thriller

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A small screenshot of a word processor, with the word "care" highlighted in pastel green. The text reads as follows: 

“Wait,” he said. “You lost a limb there?” He immediately pulled out his cellular phone and dialed. “This is bad. We need to bury that, if it’s not too late. That’ll lead back to you. This is gonna be expensive, even for the Organization.” His attention returned to the microphone on his device. “There's biological evidence of Wolfe from the Nevada crime scene. Yes, I know the implications. I don’t care what it costs—put the Wraith Clan on it. They owe me, but pay them whatever they want. Just get it done.”
csmadsen.bsky.social
I feel you. I'm a dad, and mommy has OCD, particularly triggered by stuff relating to garbage things, bathroom things, and/or the ground outside. (Because animals do their business on the ground, so the germs get 'round.)

We constantly battle burnout in our house. I do 90% of diapers. I feel you.
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Yeah, I reported them after contacting the actual author through her website, so Bluesky must've torn it down. I'm actually surprised. I'm used to Facebook's responses:
"This picture that is clearly inappropriate by most standards doesn't violate our standards because I didn't actually look at it."
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Follow-up information: I went to her website and used the contact form to ask her directly if I was speaking with her. I was not.
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To my friends, I just confirmed that this account is a fake:

bsky.app/profile/rsgr...

Note the URL. Note that they didn't even put the "A" at the end of "Andrea." They tried to convince me to reach out to "their agent," whose email is at gmail. Several of y'all follow "her." It's a fake account.
bsky.app
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Oh man, this was so fun to read! :D
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(NOTE TO FBI AGENTS: THIS IS ABOUT WRITING FICTION. THANKS.)

Sacrifice someone in a dramatic fashion.

Blow up a home.

Sever a limb.

Gouge out an eye.

Infect someone with a mysterious disease.

Bestow temporary but incredible power on an MC.

(🔥Just trying to spark something for you!🔥)
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Does anyone else feel like this when writing? I'm trying to fix/expand a magic system and still make it fit the story I've already crafted. #fortheplot #magicsystem
a man in a blue shirt and tie is pointing at a bulletin board with a lot of papers on it .
ALT: a man in a blue shirt and tie is pointing at a bulletin board with a lot of papers on it .
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When I wrote my Wendigo character, she was bland. Not at all scary. Not even particularly intimidating. Nothing super interesting about her.

She's a core character in-universe, so I ripped out two chapters and rewrote four to five thousand words' worth of work. It was worth it. Yours will be, too.
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I'm terribly afraid to ask, but...

Which recent events?

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csmadsen.bsky.social
Thank you for the kind response! My manuscript has kind of been like the experience of progressively learning what love is. "Is this love? It's gotta be love." "Wait. No. That wasn't love. This is." My manuscript: "It's totally finished." "...This time, for real." "Oh my... how did I not see that?"
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I foresee a sharp increase in the quality of mental and emotional wellness in households across the nation... that do not house individuals with allergies to cats.

Alas, for the rest of them...
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Today's #WIPSnips word is #ultimate. In this scene, Erik is on his way to meet the #Keepers, and Anna is teaching him about them. Normally prim and proper, she seems to have unchained a wild and silly side that Erik finds he likes very much.
#UrbanFantasy #Supernatural #Thriller #BYPMW #OftDTftW

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A screenshot of a word processor. The word "ultimate" is highlighted in pastel green, and the text reads as follows: 

“Anyway, as I was saying… Keepers sound like they’d be very strict, and they are, but there aren’t a lot of rules for them to be strict about. They consider The Ones Who Came Before to be the ultimate authority, and, well… If they existed, those guys have been gone a very long time. Since The Ones Who Came Before aren’t around, the Keepers don’t really make new laws; they only enforce the rules that have been established for many millennia. Technology has added an interesting spin.” 
Punctuating her statement by pirouetting primly around a particularly bold oncoming bicyclist, she ended her dance move by goofily making an obscene gesture to his unwitting back. Anna seemed unhinged in ways that were surprisingly appealing to me. She noticed me staring at her and shot me a saucy wink before continuing her lesson as if nothing out of the ordinary had happened.
csmadsen.bsky.social
I'm 100% ready for this change in world leadership. Despite cats being one of nature's most effective killing machines, I feel the world's levels of violence would drop significantly. I'm ready for President Patches, Fearless Leader Fluffy, and Prime Minister Mittens.
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I cannot help myself: when there is a cute meow, I must hit like, and often comment.

It's like a compulsion spell was cast on me.

By a cat.
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Exactly! "Gran, I love you so much! Here's your signed copy of my bestselling romance novel.

...

...Don't open it."
csmadsen.bsky.social
Nooooo! It's not what they want! They just don't believe they deserve you! Come baaaaaack!

(I enjoyed this snip. Thanks for sharing!)
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Hey, you write #romance... grandma's gotta understand the warning label that comes with!

It's my opinion that, as authors, we can't be ashamed of our stories! If that's what he wondered, I strongly believe that he should wonder it. They call the store shelves 'herbs and spices,' after all! 😜🤣
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I giggled at the vegetable-producing state part, but I also felt panicked reading the scene. Well-written!
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MMMM.

Oregano.

This is a delightful snippet, friend!
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Not so hidden anymore! *titters*

I love the "dearie" in this! It really paints a picture of the character for me.
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Today, the #WIPSnips word is #push. We meet Erik's next-door neighbor, a quiet ex-military man with a rose garden, who harbors more #secrets than a video game guide in the '90s. Erik needs to find out what the man might know about #Wolfe.

#UrbanFantasy #Supernatural #Thriller #BYPMW #OftDTftW

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A screenshot of a word processor, with the word "push" highlighted in pastel green. The text reads as follows: 

“The name’s Les.” His voice was like a muted roar, even when he spoke ‘softly’ in normal conversation. “You don’t gotta be afraid, kid. Come on over!” He grinned and gestured to a bench near one of his rose trellises. “I ain’t gonna sit down ‘cause of my joints, but you’re welcome to. Not like I got an exact number, but there’s not too many more times I’m gonna be able to sit down and get up again, so I try not to push it.” He let out a hearty chuckle, punctuating it with a quick, hacking cough. Apparently, my unconscious appraisal of his health had been accurate enough. I wondered if there were any other surprises Lykaios was going to throw my way. 
Taking the offered seat, I marveled at the magnificent range of scents that surrounded me. The smell of automobile oil and heat-softened road tar was muted by the fragrances of flowers and nutrient-rich earth. I found myself relaxing a bit as Les DeSanto busied himself trimming a particularly beautiful rosebush. The strange ingenuity of humanity once again crossed my mind as I looked at the lush semi-mediterranean garden thriving in the middle of a desert. It occurred to me that his water bill was probably astronomical, all in the course of maintaining this little slice of paradise.