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Wild Card 26

I've been planning this design for more than a month now, revising it on the plain stone slate I've mounted in my Hideaway to make it as straightforward as possible. The shower that resulted is a r...

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Wild Card 25

The encampment knoll was more solid than the other had been; Kurik spent some time digging carefully to discover that a massive, somewhat porous stone of immense size was supporting the mound. Part...

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Wild Card 24

The study door opens, and Vanion walks in. He's wearing a styric smock again, as he's done often since I've been here in Elenia; I find myself wondering how much of it's for comfort, and how much o...

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Wild Card 23

I am surrounded in darkness by the sound of coins, the scent of metal, leather, and human skin oils, and the constant, bone-jarring thumping of horse hoofbeats. This is possibly the absolute worst ...

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Wild Card 22

The rain had petered out over the last few hours, the cloud cover overhead thinning as the barge had gone north. Now, as afternoon gave way into early evening, and a hint of reds seeped anemicly th...

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Wild Card 21

If Sparhawk had been constrained to describe Lamorkand in a single word, he wouldn't be certain whether to describe it as bleak, barren, or wet. It was certainly bleak; Kalten's assessment that nob...

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The joke appears to be on me

I'm no major writer of note; it's a flattering day when someone communicates with me that they enjoyed one of my chapters. As such, when I proposed what I thought was a silly idea yesterday, in hon...

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New Story: Ever After

So, it's with great pleasure that I announce what will be my first submission to Royal Road: Ever After.
An Isekai protagonist has finished his hero's journey. He's mastered magic, braved d...

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A Bad Name advance release

Just to keep you all updated, I'm planning on a back to back release of 2 chapters of A Bad Name. I'm still working on the second chapter, but here's the first of them just in case it takes longer ...

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Wild Card 20

This snippet is no longer canon, although it's being saved for possible reassembly into a future scene.

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We're only two days out of Demos when I feel a sickening sensation around m...

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Wild card 19

Looks like the last post of 2024 is going to be Sparhawk and company, rather than Peter Gardner. Not really what I'd planned or hoped for, but this is what wanted to be written. I apologize for thi...

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Wild Card 18

Proof that I haven't been derelict in my responsibilities to keep writing, just in my responsibilities to keep posting where you can all read it. Which I apologize for also.

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Wild Card 17

... Apologies for the earlier mispost. I reposted old content by mistake and erased it once I noticed. Here's the ACTUAL next part.

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Sparhawk glared at the sky as the clouds overh...

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Wild card segment 16

Sorry for the two week delay; I've been down with Covid. Getting back to writing now that I can breathe and focus again.

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"Vanion, you're forgetting something: I can't afford to te...

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Wildcard 15

They'd set up camp on the road. With almost half of their number injured, it was a dolorous setup, and Sparhawk noticed that Berit had taken it on himself to pick up most of the slack, working hims...

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Wildcard chapter 3

Partially edited. Should be ready and up by Wednesday.

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Sparhawk watched Vanion escort Anthony inside, his opinions on the whole situation being mixed.

He could feel the g...

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Wild card 14

I'm woken up by a hammering pounding on the door to my private sleeping chamber slash workspace. I yawn heavily, wiping the crust out of my eyes, an unpleasant taste in my mouth. That means I was s...

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Wild card 13

It seemed to Sparhawk that his head had no sooner hit the pillow than Kurik was shaking him awake.

"It's about midnight," the squire said.

Sparhawk sat up in the bed, groaning a lit...

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Wild Card 12

By evening, the chapterhouse blacksmith has already delivered several iron ingots to me, rough poured and slightly rusted; I can only assume that for his purposes, they're probably low quality enou...

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Wildcard 11

"There's a roadside inn up ahead," Kalten said as the long day's ride was settling into evening. "Do we chance it?"

The horses' strength was flagging, now, clearly in need of feed, water, an...

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Chapter 2 Wildcard

Only partially edited. Sick as a dog. Gonna try to keep writing through the chills and hot flashes.

Plan to release on QQ on Friday or Saturday after a bit more editing.

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Wild Card segment 10

Much as I expected, I crashed out around mid morning. What I hadn't expected was that the members of this order were not only tolerant of my sleeping schedule, but surprisingly understanding; it se...

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Wild Card segment 9

Sparhawk watched Vanion escort Anthony inside, his opinions on the whole situation being mixed.

He could feel the general direction and distance to the man, the moreso when he closed his ey...

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Wild Card segment 8

I am not, as a rule, a violent man, but when I was younger I had certain problematic tendencies that could have made me so. My patience has been worn extremely thin, and while I sympathize with the...

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Wild Card segment 7

Sparhawk related the tale of the ball of fire falling from the sky, the damage to the Rose Street Inn, the guards' pursuit, and Sparhawk's decision to follow and question the man who he'd come to l...

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Wild Card segment 6

I don't know what I expected of wherever we were going to be all meeting up. I can say with certainty that I wasn't expecting a relatively normal looking study with brown carpeting. Sparhawk, Berit...

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Wild Card Chapter One

The full, amalgamated first chapter. It'll be going up on Questionable Questing (due to graphic descriptions of violence that go beyond what SB allows) on Friday. You guys get it a few days early w...

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Wild Card segment 5

Despite his jest towards Anthony, Sparhawk's mood wasn't entirely a light one. Looking past Berit, who still looked as though he was considering trimming Anthony's beard below the chin with his axe...

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Wild card segment 4

It's official. Sparhawk is a dick.

Not that I can blame him, I suppose. The restrictions placed on me mean he's PROBABLY not evil, but he's certainly rude, mistrusting, and about as sociabl...

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Wild card segment 3

Sparhawk eyed the middle aged man dubiously. Part of him felt it was probably a good idea to just kill the man swiftly and silently and be done with it; he couldn't afford witnesses tonight of all ...

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