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A river flowed around Arlo. A river unlike any he’d seen before. Translucent bodies meandered, some faster than others, but all with the same general purpose. And Arlo was caught up in the middle of them. This had to be the creepiest dream ever. Then it got worse. Something yanked him. Wrenched from the river of mindless souls, Arlo flew into — well, he wasn’t sure what. The fabric of time and space? His mind could barely keep up with the current scenery, let alone take in a new one. Yet
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Arlo has died. But not all death is an end. Torn from the River of Souls, he is given an important task by a mysterious lich, and granted a new lease on life. When foes appear to return him to his rest, his mission and his life are jeopardized. Can Arlo survive the Pharasmin Church long enough to see his quest finished?
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“Last night, I learned my son was trying to become the very thing that cost me my job, my partner, my very way of life.” Connor winced at his father’s words. Sitting against a statue of Zasar, he closed his eyes, blocking out the world around him. Don’t cry. Don’t let the pain show. Yes, he’d tried to become a werewolf. So what? Wasn’t it his father’s responsibility to accept him regardless of who he was? But no, River tossed him aside. Got rid of him like so much trash. He’d tried his whole
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I agree; there needs to be a hell of a lot more communication between everyone. Unfortunately, immature minds don't lead to the greatest thoughts.
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Food always helped when he was sad. So Soren scurried through the kitchen, trying frantically to come up with something that he wouldn’t have to gut. He still had some deer in his freezer; maybe he could try another flatbread pie? “Soren.” How much deer did he have left? Fuck… how was he supposed to hunt for more? “Soren.” He couldn’t shift. He had no idea how to hunt as a human. Was he supposed to just throw rocks- “SOREN!” Soren spun. Connor sat at the kitchen table, shaking his
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They absolutely need to talk more about all of this. But no, becoming a werewolf isn't as cut and dry as just having sex with a werewolf. There's a reason the mating urge exists, to find the best chance to spread the disease.
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They're both having issues being vulnerable with each other.
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The world had ended. No, the world kept going. Connor’s life was over. He’d expected this. He knew it was coming. So why did it hurt so much? He leaned against a sink, glaring at his reflection. Don’t cry. Don’t you dare cry. A sniffle broke the quiet around him, and Connor scowled. His eyes were still blotchy from his meltdown earlier — that could not happen again. There’d be plenty of time to cry when he left. When he went to Soren’s house. Connor’s gut twisted. How long would that las
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Despite Theofrid's determination to stick with a gnomish face to start his adventures, I think he and Cassiel would have trouble being apart before long.
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Thanks! I tend to use real world languages at least as inspiration for fantasy languages; in this case, the Askani nekos take inspiration from Japan, so in this setting at least, it's likely the word is Askani in origin.
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Thank you for reading my story. I'm really glad my characters are able to bring out such emotions in my readers ❤️
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This suit was the nicest thing Soren had ever worn. He felt unbearably fancy just trying to put it on. Everything was so tight, he was almost afraid to move. Surely things would start ripping if he bent his arms or shrugged his shoulders. And the buttons were worse. He’d figured out the tie after nearly an hour of videos, but lining up the buttons in the mirror… shouldn’t he be better at piecing together finer details? At least the mirror was nicer than the one taped to his closet door — the C
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Vielen’s 8th. One of the most complicated pieces she’d ever considered playing. And Kurt couldn’t even practise properly. No matter; she had a full three months to get this one down. So what if Arban stole the Nicansien from her? She’d show him. She’d show them all. When Miles heard her play this piece, he’d be amazed. “Khurtsaa, no music at the table,” Catherine scolded. Grumbling, she unclipped her earbuds. Across the dinner table, Soren watched her. It was really getting on her nerves
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We are ships embarking at sea. Full of hope, we lay our course Young, naive, we will fight the world, no matter what force. We are ships sailing at sea. Full of life, we keep our plot Gone from home, adventures ahead, with many battles to be fought. We are ships adrift at sea, our paths crossing in the light. Buffeted in each other’s wakes, we offer support, but in the end we have our own fight. We are ships, lost at sea. In the night we pass. Forever lonely, we seek safe ha
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Connor was a little insulted. Soren had barely penetrated him, yet he’d been walking around with a sore ass all morning. Hopefully it would go away by the afternoon; the last thing he needed was for River to notice him walking weird. He hesitated by the door. Scanning the hall, Connor waited for the last person to vanish before pushing into the room. Why did this feel so illicit? He was just going to sit in on a class. Of werewolves. There was nothing wrong with it. Brienne would cover for him
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Oh, I can think of all kinds of fun "welcome home" activities
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This is definitely another one of my stories that makes me tear up when I think about it.
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If you're interested in continuing Aaron and Itumak's journey, The Alliance is the sequel to Amber Waves (though it was written first, so might have some rough patches in terms of continuity). I'm glad you enjoyed the story
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AARON “My fellow Astarans, it is with the greatest sorrow that I announce the death of Queen Amber, at 2:55 this morning.” Read the speech. Look at the cameras. Do not cry. Aaron walked numbly through the palace, barely acknowledging the people around him. Servants bowed. Lords offered their condolences. He accepted them without thought. Every action felt artificial. He wasn’t the king of Astara. Aaron was a small boy. The world enveloped him, dark and terrifying. He couldn’t go on. N
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Connor fiddled with the gate, pushing it open for Soren to pass through. Soren still didn’t feel comfortable entering this neighbourhood; he just knew someone was going to yell at him to stop cluttering the lawns with his presence. “I don’t get it,” he said as Connor led him toward the house. “Don’t you live with your dad during the week?” “Yeah, but he told me to make sure I was showered properly before we went to pick up my clothes. I figured we could help each other with that better if we
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I like including other characters in my stories. Their tales don't end just because they aren't the centre of attention anymore.
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AARON “We are ships adrift at sea. The storms of life swell about us, threatening to sink us. Some of us roll with the waves, righting ourselves as best we can. “Some of us slice through the swells, forging our own paths through the storm.” Read the speech. Look at the camera. Do not squint. Do not cry. “At this very moment, my mother fights for her life. She is a woman who refuses to let life dictate its terms. Her entire reign, she has carved through the waves, bending the sea to he
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Fingers crossed.
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Tears streamed from Khurtschono’s eyes. Her wrist was in agony, yet Khurtschono continued dragging her bow across the viola’s strings. Every press of the neck sent searing pain lancing through her arm. She gritted her teeth and played on. The Nicansien filled the air around her as the coppery smell of blood flooded her nose. Miles watched through it all, shaking his head in disappointment. Her eyes snapped open. A dark world greeted her, and an alarm blared. Reaching over to grab her phone,
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ITUMAK Aaron stood in his underwear. No, Prince Aaron. Itumak closed the door to the prince’s suite softly. The two stared at each other for a moment. “Sorry about this,” Aaron shrugged. “Someone was supposed to help me with the robes. I have no idea how to actually wear them.” “It’s okay, your Highness,” Itumak said. “Your Grace.” Aaron’s lips turned upward slightly. “Captain Darren put me in charge of your personal protection. He’ll be busy with overall security,” Itumak explained
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