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Thoughts on Routes of Publication
I spoke to an author a few days ago. Like, a real, published author. Her name is Linda Kass, author of Tasa’s Song. She owns a local bookstore, too, which is really cool. I buy most of my books there at this point. But I digress. I asked a variety of questions, but perhaps the one…
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Regarding the New Posts
The Mad Chronicler has slowly gained popularity over the past year, and so naturally a good question to ask me would be So why change things up? I feel like it’s an important question to ask, hence why I’m dedicating an entire blog post to it. The long answer? There are two separate approaches when…
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The Dragon Thief (A Fencorian Legend)
When the world was still young, millennia ago, there were no daiyer wolves and there were no Fay. Only two creatures had Morlaithe, sun eternal, blessed with the gift of intelligence: humans, still hunting and surviving in small clans throughout the world; and dragons. The dragons were not the dumb, fire-breathing beasts we see today,…
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The Siren to Oblivion
Death stands at a dark crossroad, fingers drumming against his leg as he waits. Through the foggy silhouettes of his surroundings, he can see, vaguely, a white pinprick of light in the distance. But that’s all he sees. It wasn’t that long ago when he’d been able to look around, even in remote locations like…
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10 Minutes
“Warning: System Failure. Estimated oxygen remaining: ten minutes.” What? “No, no, no!” I jump out of the cockpit and run from window to window. There’s nothing, literally nothing. They have to be here. I need them to be here! It was just supposed to be a quick hop from one ship to the other, so…
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Foundations
Alzadt, Nubik. The Daerzan Residence, off Cubitt Street. Elya sat in front of her looking glass and plaited her hair off to the side. Her finest blue dress sat on her shoulders like the sky itself had decided to wrap itself around her. In front of her sat a small tray of make-up, ready for…
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Leniency
Introduction A man walks up to you, solemn in the mouth and hard in the eyes. “Greetings, friend. Things have gone amiss in this world. People have turned towards cruelty, and compassion has become misguided. Criminals are sweet-talking their way out of confinement, but I have caught one such man before he had a chance…
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