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Heroes | Phesec Castillo

“You've made a lot of mistakes since you pulled yourself out of the ground in that lonely cemetery. They all started in that moment: The minute you shook the hand of the short man in spectacles that shone under the blue light. The man who changed his face more often than you changed your clothes. He promised answers and guidance. Looking at that red corridor, you aren't sure who drove you here. Was it him, or you? Is there really any difference, or did you become an extension of him the moment you signed yourself over?”

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Heroes | Raleigh Flores

“You know how to keep breathing. It got tough for a while, after they cut you open and you couldn’t even drink without coughing until your throat was on fire. But you did. You’ve always known how to make it, in your own little way. You’ve done it perfectly almost every day since they buried him. Keep your solitude. Keep quiet. Keep working. It's a simple three-part list of things you have to worry about, and nothing else matters. Just like that, you've kept breathing all these years. Don't forget how to breathe.”

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Wip | Bite Me

“Eliza Møller felt like she’d been forced to run laps around the island, force-fed all of Berk’s worst culinary endeavors at once, and then used as a battering ram against the doors of the Great Hall. In other words, she was feeling her night encounter with Berk’s future Chief even more than she’d expected to.”

Eliza is the typical viking: Stubborn, tough, and loyal. Despite the hazardous reality of dragon raids, her life is as monotonous and simple as possible for a member of the Berk Guard. That is, until she stumbles onto the dangerous secret being kept by the Chief’s pretty daughter.

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Eliza Møller felt like she’d been forced to run laps around the island, force-fed all of Berk’s worst culinary endeavors at once, and then used as a battering ram on the doors of the Great Hall. In other words, she was feeling her night encounter with Berk’s future Chief even more than she’d expected to.

The raw scrapes on her palms stung every time she moved a finger, making carrying firewood up to the hall considerably worse. But it was the best she’d been able to make of the situation. It was either bloody hands or a broken neck after the pride of Berk nearly let that overgrown lizard kill her. Considering that she’d had to catch herself on a branch after being dropped into the trees from no small distance above ground, that might’ve actually been what the other girl was hoping for. Showing a little mercy to a nadder trapped in the arena was one thing, but “taming” a dragon with nothing holding it back from burning her to a crisp at a moments notice? She’d never heard of something so stupid. And she was a viking of the Hooligan tribe. She knew stupid. “Oi, Eli, what’s up with your hands? You get in a fight or something?” Aigen’s loud, intrusive voice broke the silence she’d been more than happy to brood in so far this morning, grating harshly on her already exhausting headache. “No,” she answered bitterly, glancing up the frost covered path that branched off into the village. “Matthias would skin us alive if we caused trouble here.” “Not like that stopped you before, I still remember the time you sliced Wulfric’s hammock.” “That was a bet. And we never got caught, so it didn’t matter.” She slowed her pace, adjusting her grip on the rough logs. “Besides, we were at sea. He couldn’t just kick us off the Guard right there.” Aigen was usually good company, especially when they had nothing to do but sit around between dragon raids, but his knack for digging into anything he found curious was more than enough to make her want to bury him some days. Especially when he got an idea in his head. Her eyes flickered back up to the village habitually, only to come to a sudden stop with the rest of her body as she spotted none other than the dragonmaster herself. And she was staring right back, no less. The other girl’s expression was guarded, with a hint of something else underneath... “Oi, did you freeze your ears off or something?” Aigen bumped her, grunting as he nearly dropped his armload of wood. His face screwed up with exaggerated annoyance, scrunching up his nose so much he barely looked like he had his eyes open. “Huh?” she mumbled dumbly, looking back at the gangly, black-haired boy. He squinted back at her for a few seconds, and she could practically see the gears turning past the puffs of white breath between them. A shit-eating grin spread across his pimply face as soon as he looked up the path himself. “So that’s where you were last night.” She cringed, because now he had an idea. And it was so incredibly wrong. But she couldn’t even snap at him to get his head out of the gutter before he was talking again. “Ooooh my god,” he leaned in close with a grin so obnoxiously gleeful that she wanted to drop the firewood on his head right then and there. “And you were telling me to behave while we’re here? What do you think Matthias would do to you if he found out you hooked up with the Chief’s daughter? What do you think the Chief would do-? OW!” She glared up at him, digging her heel into his boot a little more for good measure. “Shut up. That did not happen.” He gasped, and if it weren’t for the wood in his hands he would’ve clapped as realization dawned on him. “Oh ho ho, my gods. Holy shit, in the woods, seriously!?” He was already cackling when she shoved him. “You know what? Fine. I did get in a fight,” she snapped, turning away from him stubbornly and beginning to trudge up the path. Unintentionally, she cast a withering glare in West’s direction. The other girl may have actually flinched at that, but she was busy trying to keep her attention on the stone steps instead of the present conversation. Undeterred from his train of thought, Aigen continued to jeer at her. “I admire your dedication to secrecy, really, but you oughta be more careful, Dusty! You’ll lose something important to the cold before the Chief ever gets ahold of you if that’s your idea of a good spot to have a little fun.” “I didn’t do anything,” she growled. He was rapidly beginning to gnaw his way through her last bit of patience. “Oh, don’t tell me that the village’s innocent little bookworm seduced you? Is there a secret side of our future Chief that really doesn’t mind having all the authority?” He smirked, elbowing her shoulder. “No.” »»————-> <————-«« Her head had still been spinning with adrenaline and lack of oxygen after she’d dropped herself down from the branch, vaguely aware of the sound of snow crunching underfoot nearby as she lay winded in the dark. Her brain was still fumbling with the information that she was about as far away from the village as she could get, too far for anyone to help her. Her cold, bleeding hands had already been scrabbling for the backup sword at her hip when a certain piece of the puzzle clicked back into place. Auber. She had the breath knocked out of her a second time as a heavy weight dropped onto her stomach, pinning her on her back. She tensed to roll them off of her, only to freeze in place as her eyes caught the faint traces of moonlight glinting off the seax above her. Her seax. She blinked, feeling her throat tighten as she squinted up at the taller girl, washed in the moonlight so that whatever pale skin wasn’t covered by dark clothing looked almost silvery. If she squinted, she thought she could make out the faintest trace of her blue eyes beyond the shadows falling over her face. “You.” She steeled her grip on the polished handle, chest heaving from running through knee-deep snow as she straddled Eliza’s stomach. “You followed me.” She made a sound like she’d been insulted before she could bite her tongue, momentarily forgetting the dragon that had to still be lurking around nearby. “Me? Why the hell would I follow you?” She seemed to falter at the question, but the hesitation was only fleeting. She adjusted her grip again, likely crushing down her doubts. “Because you knew.” “What? That you were Grade-A crazy?” she challenged, sliding her hands into the dirty snow and raising her head a few inches. Anything to make her feel her disadvantaged position a little less right now. And to get a little more visibility on the trees. “If I knew your moronic ass was out here playing house with a dragon, I would’ve stayed right in the village with people who have some sense!” She glared at that, looking at her in the same way she always used to right before they’d get into another argument as children. “I’m not crazy, or stupid! They’re not monsters, you said it yourself!” “It’s not a fucking pet, West! What, are you out here braiding bears’ fur when nobody’s looking too?! That thing will tear you apart the second it decides it’s hungry enough!” Rather than getting through to West’s usually dominating logical side, that only seemed to agitate her further. In hindsight, she was never really aiming for a positive reaction. “Gods, you’re just like everyone else, aren’t you?” Somehow, that felt like the most insulting thing she could’ve said. Was it now a bad thing that she had a shred of self-preservation weighing in on her decisions? She couldn’t keep herself from snarling up at the girl holding her down with her own knife. “What the hell is that supposed to mea-” She was cut off as she flinched away from the sudden, intense sensation of heat and light flushing against the right side of her face. She blinked away the dark splotches as her eyes tried to adjust from the inky blackness that had shrouded everything just a moment before. Her heart nearly stopped as she stared into the open maw of the dragon just five feet from them, sending a chill through her that seemed to suck the last bit of heat out of her body. Which only made the bonfire blazing in the hearth of its jaws feel that much hotter. She was vaguely aware of the soft, cautious mumbling coming from West as the girl’s attention shifted towards the scaled beast and she held out a hand. The shadows no longer hid her features, blue eyes blazing with the reflection of the fire like twin torches, while the rest of her was washed in the harsh orange glow as well. That stupid, stupid disheveled hair and the tiny little translucent freckles dotting her cheekbones and that infuriating jawline- A horrifying hiss escaped the dragon’s throat, and Eliza was sure that her internal organs were attempting to escape the situation by shriveling up into nothing. She was positive, for a moment, that the last thing she’s going to see is this stupid, pretty girl sitting on top of her before they were both swallowed by dragon fire. After a tense moment, the jaws shut with an audible clap, plunging the woods into darkness again. She couldn’t even see West when she leaned forward, warm breath fanning out across her face as she whispered. ”Don’t tell anyone.” »»————-> <————-«« “Oh, yeah, I bet she was real unhappy about it when she pushed you up against a tree-” “Will you stop talking!?” Her voice must’ve raised an entire octave as she stomped up the stone path, jarring a stick out of her grasp and sending it clattering down the steps as she tried to purge that particular image from her imagination. She could feel the heat creeping up her neck now, and it wasn’t in the same way she suddenly felt flushed before promptly fainting. (Thankfully, she’d done that well after she’d snuck back into the village and parted ways with West in the middle of the night.) Aigen beamed at her with the most horribly knowing, unknowing grin she’d ever seen.

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Heroes |  Eliza Møller

“The Gothi told you that pity is not for the fallen. That they should only be looked upon with pride. However, that leaves your pity to wander and seek its place among others. Things that should never be felt for in such a way. You should use more caution when you look at the bars of their cages. Beasts are not to be pitied, no matter how you see your fear reflected in their eyes. They are not like you, from that fortnight on the island, all alone among the mist and black stone. You can’t pity them as an onlooker would have pitied you all those years ago. The beasts are not you.”

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Heroes | Joshua “Joss” Abadi

“Don’t glare so openly. You know you’ll get in trouble for it sooner or later. Just get the disgusting bottle of green that’s going to have to last you the rest of the week and move on. You are no match for Pets, with their guns and their cuffs and their bodies fueled by real food. Pay for your bottle and go- thank you -out into the chilling, gasoline-choked air beneath the interstate. Just swallow your pride already. Try to ignore the way that green sludge glows in the neon light, while you’re at it.”

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Heroes | Ritorukato Trigovt

“How diligently must you deny it until it was never so? Are you still certain that you can forget as you watch the porcelain stain red from the blood you coughed up along with the riches? No matter how hard you try, you will never reach your goal. Normalcy is forever out of your reach, no matter how much of it you surround yourself with. You are not special, you are strange. You are a girl without memories. A girl with reminders carved into her skin and gemstones in her throat. You were never normal.”

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Heroes | Killifish

“You should’ve sung more when you had the chance. Now, after so many weeks without feeling the crashing waves above you, you aren’t even sure if you could muster the will. The tight, uncomfortable sting hasn’t left the back of your throat yet either. Forget singing; you will probably never speak to one of your own again. You can blame that part on yourself. But the rest…that is their doing. They are the ones who wrap you in layers of cloth that make your skin red and burning. They are the ones who hold you away from the sea and everything you ever were.“

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Bestiary | Sirens

“Do not look over the edge of your vessel, sailor. There is a reason fisherman travel in groups, armed to the teeth with their boots glued to the planks of the ship they sold their boats for. The sea captivates with its beauties, its treasures of claws and fangs. Look up, up into the other, safer blue expanse, the one that cannot drown you, the one that cannot harbor them. Look up and sing until your lungs scream and your lips turn blue, sing so that the distant blue will protect you from them.”

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Atlas | Echeron

“Echeron is a country of endless forests and mountains, mostly only inhabited on the coasts. Few people will risk trekking through the rainswept forests, even on marked roads. Generally, anyone further inland was either desperate or born there. It is a wild country; home to spirits and beasts more than the Echeroni themselves.”

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Bestiary | Kelpies

“There are no horses in the Rift, my dear. Only creatures that wear the faces of man and beast alike. Do not stray into the cordgrass, and do not trust anyone who watches the villagers too closely. Feed any traveler that comes into your home liver. If they fall ill with colic, cut off their head.”

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Mothbones is a modern fantasy YA story set in an alternate universe where every creature of myth, folklore, and legend are very, very real and hiding right under the noses of the rest of the world’s population. It is told from two perspectives: One man who must live with his past misdeeds forever, and another who is still haunted by the arson killing of 13 people. Their paths cross with Maux; a girl with budding prophetic abilities and a target on her back. For Phesec, it’s one last job before he can try to break away from his reputation. For Pepper, it’s a chance to prove himself.

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CHAPTER ONE

"I don't think fortune cookies work if you steal them."

Pepper looked down at the bedraggled girl seated in front of him, sliding into the booth and setting down the crinkly plastic bag unceremoniously. The corner of his mouth curled into a lazy smile. "Maybe. Could be they just plain don't work."

Maux gave him a tired, argumentative look, scrunching up her nose and chewing her lip in a way he'd learned meant she was considering starting a debate.

A shape moved in his peripheral, drawing his attention as Maux diverted her gaze to the checkered floor.

"Do you need another minute to decide?" the waitress asked, tapping the end of her pen against her notepad expectantly. She didn't seem to be aware that her bun had gotten loose and drooped over onto its side like a deflated balloon.

"Ah, just a milkshake, please. Chocolate." He straightened up and smiled politely. Then, noticing her attention lingering on the bag of cookies, added, "Kid's got a big game coming up tomorrow. Gotta rack up the luck a little."

Satisfied with his explanation, she nodded and promised to have the drink ready shortly before walking away.

"You're such a liar," Maux stated once she was out of earshot.

"'s not such a bad skill to have," he replied, popping open the bag and dumping out the contents. Plucking one from the pile, he tore that open as well. "Besides, she's probably relieved. I'd bet she's seen a whole lot worse than a bulk bag of fortune cookies, working in a twenty-four-hour Diner."

She scowled more, curling up against the back of the booth and tugging her thin sweater over her hands. "Why are we even here? You always just steal food."

"Because," he continued absently, cracking the cookie open and pulling out the little slip of paper. "It's been a long week, and you look like you need something good to eat. Or drink."

"I'm lactose intolerant."

"That didn't seem to stop you from eating an entire package of mini donuts the other day. Or anything else, really."

Appearing to be temporarily out of arguments, Maux only sat forward and grabbed a cookie from the pile. The waitress returned and placed the shake on the table before walking away again after he thanked her.

"What'd ya get?" he inquired as she cracked the shell and tugged the slip of paper free.

"Let me read." She looked over the printed letters at least four times before tentatively replying. "'Take the chance while you still have the choice.'"

"Foreboding," he deadpanned, cracking open another cookie and popping half into his mouth with a loud crunch. "And maybe a little late."

She furrowed her brow and smoothed the slip out over the table, pulling the shake closer and taking a sip as she played with the condensation.

"You should at least read them," she said after watching him add a fourth slip of paper to the pile of wrappers without so much as a glance.

Again, he cracked a wry smile. "There's nothing to 'em, kiddo. It's all just a bunch of superstitious fun."

"Monsters are supposed to be a bunch of superstitious fun, too. So is magic," she countered, slouching over the glass.

A frown tugged at his lips, his attention halting for a moment as he glanced over his shoulder before looking at her fully. "No, kid. Monsters and magic...those are myths."

"They're real. You saw them. I saw you use magic."

He sat back in his seat, abandoning his dinner. "You did."

Maux grit her teeth, rising to sit on one leg. "Then why are you calling them myths?"

"Myths," he exhaled, rubbing the back of his neck tiredly, "are real. You've seen as much. Gods, monsters, the whole lot of it." Selecting a slip of paper from the pile of trash, he held it up. "Superstitions are different, they're wives' tales for people like me, like saying going out in the rain without a coat will give you a cold. There's exceptions, sure, for some things involving the Fair Folk and a few others, but they're different."

A faint ribbon of smoke rose from the paper, turned greenish-orange by the Diner's lighting. A moment later the paper curled in on itself and turned to ash as a thin line of orange flame ate away at the edges.

"Stuff like this, though...It's all just people. Normal, unsuspecting people having a little fun with the idea of luck or fortune or whatever they want to call it."

She pursed her lips, holding the glass with both hands and tapping her short nails against it as she stared at the straw blankly.

"There's nothing to worry about," he added softly.

"There's all kinds of things to worry about," she replied, barely above a whisper. "There's monsters and crazy people and magic all over the place and now they're after me. Jesus Christ, I haven't been home in a week. I can't even call my parents and I might never see them again."

He slumped back, shaking his head. "Well...the magic and monsters aren’t really anything new. I can handle any of that fine."

Silence hung over the booth tensely for a moment before anything happened.

A small hiccup escaped her, followed by another. She brought a hand up over her face to hide the miserable smile spreading across her face. "Oh, great. My knight in shining armor."

He let out an exasperated sigh. "Glad I can put your mind at ease."

She nodded, unsuccessfully trying to hold back more hiccups as she stirred the milkshake. After dropping her fortune into the pile of wrappers, she looked back up at him with a tired, wavering smile. "You really need to work on your comforting skills."

He rolled his eyes. "We’ll focus on getting you swearing properly first."

CHAPTER TWO

Blue and red weren't quite opposites. Sure, they looked different enough, but the space between them had become perilously narrow in the blink of an eye. Now that he stared at the divide with sobered eyes, he recognized the preface in the color blue.

No matter how hard he tried, blue would lead to red so long as he stood within it.

"You get quieter and quieter with old age." The familiar voice brought Phesec’s mouth into a tight line.

"Oraxes. Always a pleasure to see you." He turned to face the woman standing in the neon blue light with him.

"Have you grown philosophical already?” she inquired, her lips tugging up into a cruel smirk. “What mysteries does someone who's seen the flip side of the coin ponder?"

A heavy sigh escaped him. “If you’re so determined to annoy me, could you at least try to be original about it?”

The golden lattice of leaves above her left ear glinted with the tilt of her shaved head. “Right. How inconsiderate of me. You’re probably tired of hearing the same jokes after so many decades. So, which ones do you hate the most: The undead jokes, or the criminal ones we all have to hear?”

“Do you want something from me, or does Pegasus just pay you to sit around?”

“Please. You’re the last person I’d need anything from,” she scoffed, waving a hand.

“I’d almost think you’ve been missing me.” He pushed a loose strand of long hair out of his face, tugging at the sleeves of his jacket and shivering. He glanced up to the glaring exit sign. “What’s got him worried? He hasn’t moved shop in a long time.”

“Pegasus seems to be more interested in security lately. Not that you’d know, always running off to hole up somewhere while the rest of us work.”

“He doesn’t seem interested in keeping me close. I come to get the job, I do it, I get paid and then I go home…Still. I wouldn’t expect him to move shop to somewhere so…” He looked around the room, observing the grimy cement walls plastered in outdated flyers and the decomposing litter jammed into every crack and corner. The scent of cigarettes and booze hung heavily in the air, along with a few other less recognizable things. “Disgusting.”

She shrugged. “Don’t know. He’s probably just tired of the same old places. Or maybe he needed it for an expansion.”

“Of course.” He nodded, leaning against the steel door frame. “Lapdogs don’t usually ask a lot of questions.”

Her eyes narrowed as she took a step closer, parting her lips to speak through grit teeth. “I’m not-”

“Castillo,” a deep, smooth voice slipped from beyond the doorway. “Please, come in.”

Glancing from the red corridor back to Oraxes, who had seemingly been frozen in place by the voice, he flashed the slightest hint of a smile before turning and stepping over the threshold, trading out the neon blue light of the exit sign for a vivid shade of red.

His stomach rose further as he neared the end of the hall, and then again as he realized the lack of a door. By the time he stepped into the polished office his heart was already beginning to beat against his ribs with renewed life.

“Castillo,” the voice repeated, this time more tied down to the man sitting behind the ornate wooden desk in the center of the room. “It’s good to see that time still hasn’t caught up to you.”

“Please, don’t bother with the formalities,” he replied, crossing the space and taking a seat in one of the plush velvet chairs in front of him. He immediately scooted forward to sit on the edge, perhaps out of worry that the furniture might swallow him if he got too comfortable. “We’re still on a first name basis, aren’t we?”

Pegasus smiled, the wrinkly lines around his current form’s eyes deepening. His lips moved again, though his voice seemed to come from the air around him rather than his mouth, as usual. “Of course. Though I must say, your absences have been worrying me lately.”

“I’m sure you don’t have anything to be concerned about. You have plenty of reliable people working for you,” he reasoned cautiously, glancing at the backs of the dusty metal picture frames on the far ends of the desk.

“Plenty of people, yes, but not very many reliable ones. Youth doesn’t often breed maturity or trustworthiness.” He leaned forward in his seat, resting his elbows on the dark surface and clasping his hands together as he peered over the wire rim of his glasses. “It would be wise to hold onto the old friends I have left.”

He held his breath, waiting out the silence for a few seconds before forcing a smile. “Well, if I’ve started acting my age, I think we’re going to run into some problems. I may start reminiscing whenever the wind blows.”

Pegasus laughed, sounding far less human with each note until he broke into a fit of coughing.

Phesec winced at the sickly rattling sound of the man’s breaths, a familiar bitterness phantoming its way onto his tongue.

He pulled a tissue from his pocket as the fit ended, wiping his mouth and grumbling irritably. “I’ll never understand how bad organs manage to find their way out of a photograph.”

“An interesting question,” he agreed weakly, watching the tissue fall into the trash before looking back up to Pegasus’s face.

After adjusting the collar of his suit, he leaned against the desk once again. “All of that aside, I trust you know why I asked you here?”

“A job,” he said quickly, relieved to be asked a question with a simple answer. One that he knew.

“Yes.” He nodded, glancing up at the doorway. “Unfortunately I must ask a favor of you.”

Polite smile fading, he waited in silence.

“You have voiced your wishes to abstain from these kinds of jobs before, however…-”

“Sir,” he interrupted sharply, earning a raised hand in a bid for silence.

“However,” he repeated. “It is important that I can rely on you for this. There is no one else that I feel could be trusted with such an important task.”

“We’ve been over this, please. No kids.”

“I won’t ask the impossible of you, Phesec, and I do not take this lightly. You are a valuable friend to me.” He paused, layering an icy edge over his words. “If you would hear me out, I believe that you would not be as opposed to the idea of making an exception for me, just this once.”

He turned his gaze to the carpet, nodding tensely after a moment.

“I would not ask you to bring harm to a child. Instead, I’d like you to find one for me and bring her into our care.”

“Kidnapping.”

A harsh frown carved itself into Pegasus’s dark skin, deep channels springing up on his forehead. “She is already far from home. This is for her own protection, I assure you.”

“She should be taken back, then.”

He shook his head grimly, rising from his chair. “Nothing would be able to protect her from the dangers she faces now, even if she were to feign ignorance about mythos.”

He stared as Pegasus strode across the room, twisting a knob on the wall. The frilled lights tucked up against the high ceiling dimmed.

“There are places for young mythos, sir. Places founded to raise and prepare them for their own survival and independence.”

He turned to face him, one hand on the deep bronze railing of the spiral staircase behind him. “It doesn’t take much attention to notice your drifting, Phesec. You are absent more often than not, and people are beginning to talk. You are an old and trusted friend. One that I would not like to see turned to ash on the part of your own defiance.”

His throat felt constricted as he swallowed, letting his gaze drop to his feet. “I can’t take the job, Pegasus.”

He was met with stony silence, followed by the sharp tap of rings on metal that made him flinch.

“Very well. Leave me.”

His legs shook as he stood, stepping back towards the doorway. An apology clung stubbornly to his tongue, refusing to be spoken. He managed a stiff nod before turning into the red corridor.

The slight vacuum of air tugged at his clothing as the doorway vanished behind him. He didn’t even spare Oraxes a glance as he stepped out into the blue again.

“What the hell happened to you? You look like you just ran into a Bureau officer.”

He failed to respond, looking to the sign again. Somehow, it looked a little more teal.

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Hi, I'm Rowan. I've created this blog for the sole purpose of having somewhere to share my writing and the sometimes painful to watch challenges that come with it. Procrastination and indecision will be regular guests, but I'm excited to see where this blog takes my writing.

I have a number of projects that I have been working on for anywhere between a few weeks to a few years. You can find links to some of them below, and there are a few more that mostly haven't been put on paper yet, but I've continued putting a bit of thought into them and hope to get to each in the future. If you're interested in getting some idea of what those are, feel free to send me an ask or DM me!

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Iureus, sometimes called by its working title Echeron, is a Southeast Asian coded high fantasy. It is set in one of few regions of the world with surviving civilizations, where a young witch still feels the effects of a centuries-old war on magick through the militant occupation of his hometown. No longer able to hide, he’s forced to step away from everything he knows and harness his inborn power if he ever wishes to return home safely.

Iureus is definitely my favorite out of all my projects, which unfortunately means my pickiness is severely delaying any progress. I’m currently overhauling the world.

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Mothbones is a modern fantasy YA story set in an alternate universe where every creature of myth, folklore, and legend are very, very real and hiding right under the noses of the rest of the world’s population. It is told from two perspectives: One man who must live with his past misdeeds forever, and another who is still haunted by the arson killing of 13 people. Their paths cross with Maux; a girl with budding prophetic abilities and a target on her back. For Phesec, it’s one last job before he can try to break away from his reputation. For Pepper, it’s a chance to prove himself.

I’ve done a thorough outline of about half the book so far, and once I’m in a better headspace I plan to finish and edit it before moving on to the first draft. For now, you can read the first two chapters here or here (for mobile.)

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