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Resentment is the story of two men separated by time who are drawn to the island of Adermoor Cove and its mysterious lighthouse. Upon arriving on the island, Thomas finds himself falling into orbit with the enigmatic Agamemnon. Their relationship will change the course of his life forever. Jude and his partner, Duane, arrive at Adermoor Cove in an attempt to fix their broken relationship. Something about the island and the lighthouse seem familiar to him despite never having been there
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Thomas Before the story of the five dead sailors reached the front page of The Roc City Gazette, the existence of Adermoor Cove was irrelevant to me; you heard it mentioned in conversation from time to time, but nothing truly interesting was ever said about it. Had Arthur not phoned to tell me about it, calling it a tragedy of “Greek proportions", I might have never stepped foot on the island. At first I had no intention of reading the article. Arthur had no right to make a req
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Thank you, glad to hear that, because I'm basically just winging it.
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The Imperium Department of Health of Vital Records was housed in a large building a block or so away from the Imperium Headquarters. From the moment he’d been told of his true heritage, Vanus had been propelled by a determination to adapt to a world that had expanded beyond his means to understand it. He could feel it all begin to weigh down on him, and with it came a fatigue that was more emotional than physical. Now that he was here, he realized just how little he understood about how the worl
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Twenty years in the lifetime of a daemon is like comparing a drop of water to an ocean. Decades passed ina the blink of an eye. Twenty years spent in a box, bones being crushed to sand repeatedly, reintegrated, and then crushed again had only been a humiliation; but to have everything else change so suddenly, so wrongly was more than Bazzelthorpe could bear. “I am sorry, dove,” the daemon said to Vanessa’s tombstone. His hands clenched into fists. “I promise you I will find Henry and kill h
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"Alright, Mr. Fritz. Do you want to tell me what this is?" Vanus tossed the box on the table. To his surprise both Mr. Fritz and Bazzelthorpe flinched. "What is it? It's just a box." "Now that you live in the Imperium District, never assume anything is what they appear to be," Mr. Fritz said. "None of that was included in the 'Welcome to the Imperium Package', was it?" Vanus seethed. "'Don't touch a box, it might just unleash a murderous daemon.' But then there's a lot you haven't tol
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It was either you or someone else who mentioned Julian. That is a mistake I forgot to edit when I changed the name to Henry. There isn't a Julian. Just wanted to clarify.
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Thank you for the compliment. I am super excited. I'd never thought I'd be able to go to college or graduate.
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Should I change up the description?
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That night they dined on a simple meal of bread, grapes, cheese, and salted pork Mr. Fritz had brought with him from the Imperium Market. Earlier Vanus courageously ventured down into the cellar and discovered a wine cache that had been collecting dust, so they had wine with the meal. After a couple of glasses of wine and a day full of adventure, both the orphans excused themselves. Together they climbed the stairs. "Do you find this all odd?" Jill asked ponderously when Vanus turned to go
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Van’s fears that Jill and Mr. Fritz would not get along due to their difference in political affiliation were laid to rest the moment the trio piled into the carriage. It was possible Jill was too excited to begin her new life to give it much thought at the moment, but she seemed to take to the lawyer immediately. They chatted away like two chipmunks in a tree, seemingly unaware of his presence. This did not bother Vanus in the least; if anything it gave him a chance to think. The orphan w
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By the time Vanus returned to the orphanage the entire day seemed like one long continuous blur. Sensations, information, questions, compliments; he could feel it all pressing down on him like a great weight. The day before yesterday I was simply Vanus Kaufman the unwanted orphan. Now I'm about to be the head of a dynasty. What if it's all just a dream? There was hope and with hope came the fear that hope was just a dream. Before fear had been an easy thing to overcome because he knew
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You're very astute. Thank you for reading and for the comments.
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Thank you. I realize it's been a slow build up but I've always had the 'save the best for last' philosophy. I am on Chapter 7 now and things will really start picking up there. Thank you for reading. 😊
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Vanus left Nora’s feeling an uneasiness that followed them all the way to the cafe. He thanked Mr. Fritz for buying his new outfit and was truly grateful; never before had he worn such comfortable well-fitting clothes. And yet even in this place, amongst others like him, he’d never felt more different. More alone. He feared this feeling of alienation would stalk him even in his new life. They sat at tables with white tablecloths and lit candles. A man in a white apron handed them menus prin
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Vanus was still wide awake when Mr. Fritz came to fetch him that morning. He'd been standing on the curb when a horse-drawn carriage came to a stop. Mr. Fritz wasted no time rushing him into the cabin, stating they had much to go over. "Legal mumbo jumbo," was how the lawyer put it. "One of the first tasks on the list is getting you some proper clothing," Mr. Fritz said. He waggled a fat finger disapprovingly at the orphan. Vanus scowled. "What's wrong with my clothes?" "I'm s
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The man who greeted Vanus reminded the orphan of the seals he saw stretched out on the pier when the days were warmer. He was shorter even than Vanus, and as plump as a rubber ball. He seized Van's hand with fingers that glinted with bejeweled rings; Van had never seen diamonds so fat. They literally brightened up the gloominess of Alysious' office. "You must be Vanus. It is an absolute honor to meet you, m'boy!" The man pumped his fist, bright blue eyes glowing with genuine enthusiasm. "My
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Glad you're still with me.
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Thank you for commenting. I hope the chapter isn't too short. When I originally thought about posting the first chapter it was over 5,000k long, but it's easier for me to write it in more bite-sized pieces at this point.
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Let's hope I can keep it up. Thanks for reading.
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Thank you for reading. Glad you enjoyed it.
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Three days before his eighteenth birthday, Vanus Kaufman woke up to Sister Alysious’s matronly passage coming down the corridor; in a moment this would be followed by the sharp rap of her knuckles on the door. Soon I won’t have to hear this anymore, he told himself. In three days, wherever I am, I’ll be able to sleep as long as I want. He shifted, pulling his feet back beneath the covers. He hugged himself, shivering. He was about to drift back into sleep when the door opened and Alysious s
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Vanus Kaufman has diamond eyes; everyone thinks he's a daemon. Three days before he is to turn eighteen and leave the orphanage, he discovers he is the heir to a powerful dynasty. In the blink of an eye, he finds himself surrounded by wealth, fame, and power beyond anything he could imagine. But even for a powerful magician the city of Vaylin is a dangerous and corrupt place. If Vanus wants to keep what is his, he will have to fight for it.
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The rewrite is finished. I will be working on the second part in the next month or so. Please read this one and let me know what you think. It's very different from the first draft.
