Lady Singularity cover art

EVERYONE PLEASE LOOK AT THIS SICK COVER ART MAXI DID

and a little preview of the intro of the fic

It was a bright sunny day when the funeral was cancelled. 

From across the kingdom, as soon as they’d gotten the news, scholars from across the kingdom had come to bid farewell to one of the grand library’s two custodians. A snaggle-toothed middle-aged earth pony mare with an uncanny knack of knowing exactly what book you’d like, Turnover had lovingly taken care of Canterlot Castle’s library alongside her husband, Oakewood, a unicorn stallion known for failing to uphold the no-chatter-and-shenanigans rule he himself had imposed.

When asked once why she’d hired them, why entrust them with her most precious of books, a grinning Queen Twilight Sparkle had only one thing to say: “The library hasn’t had a moment of peace since they came.” 

Everything those two did, they did together. And they did a lot together, every day and activity such as, for example: 

Portfolio and resume reviews on Monday evenings to keep spirits high among those struggling to find where they belonged, Turnover asking the right questions during mock interviews; Ponish Naturally on Wednesdays, where creatures from abroad could come and practice their conversational skills and soon regret it when subjected to Oakewood’s terrible jokes; and most importantly of all, storytime with foals every weekend afternoon so tired parents could remember what a romantic date even was while the bookish couple got to deploy their very best dramatic readings. 

If love was a thing you could see, if it was a tangible feeling you could look at, could grasp in your hooves, could feel all around you, it was with them, in their smiles whenever they walked past each other, in the way they would complete each other thoughts, in the way the two thermos behind their conjoined desks were always warm and always full no matter when one stopped by to sit. 

It was this—well, it was so many things, so many, the process never getting easier for her, never, ever, ever—but it was this most of all that Twilight mourned when they told her one night, long after library doors had been closed, that Turnover was sick. 

And there was nothing to be done. 

“It’s all right. We will be all right,” Oakewood had said even later still, when it was just him and Twilight in the dead of the night, Twilight—not for the first time—seeing tears in his eyes, but for the first time seeing them for another reason than him laughing hardest at his jokes.

“I’m sorry, Oake,” she replied through blurry eyes, having long accepted that the tears would come every time.

His voice was quiet but firm as he spoke. “None of that, your Majesty. Except for you and our dear princesses, death comes for us all.” He paused, and then added, “Well. Almost all of us, I suppose.” 

thank you that is all

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