According to the bearfolk woman, her people, specifically the males, can generate quite strong defensive barriers. I snorted a bit when I heard that. Mika and I had, after all, killed about twenty bears by now. “We understand your small minded thinking. Bearfolk are a very proud race. It wouldn’t sit well with our
Author’s Note: So it’s been a long old time since I’ve posted an update. There is a single reason for this. I was evicted from my just over 2 months ago and have been crashing on couches with limited to no internet until now. I have another job, albeit one that I really don’t like
“Well, now, hold on darling.” The bearfolk woman recovered quickly. “We can do something about that, erm… Probably.” She didn’t sound too convincing, but to be honest, I was hungry. “Tristain, I’m hungry.” I notified him. “Hmmm…” He looked at me. I couldn’t place what that look meant, except that he was
“Oh jeez, darling, you a young’un? Not many can charm a Dryad. We may not be old, but even for us, that level of dense is silly. Be nice to her now. Your scaring the child.” Both Tristain and I reply together. ““Huh?”” The trader snickers. The Bearfolk puts a hand… erm…
Author’s Note: I had to rewrite this chapter because it was too violent. It’s definitely not young child safe, but it’s also a slight departure from how under-whelmingly violent things have been thus far. Please take note. “Wuuuahh!!!!” Tristain flails in my arms and scrambles to escape my grasp. Not wanting to let him
Greetings! I’m about to commission another image, specifically, the cover for the book, when it is published. To that end, I am looking for scene ideas, although I already have one: – Scene: “Gaia” tree (giant tree) surrounded by flowers, with a doorway hewn in the center, two main character pensively coming out.
School is in session, so per normal ebb and flow of time: Greetings! We have a few new original authors who are looking to publish, plus some who are already publishing. Both need an editor either due to time constraints on their existing editor need an editor to look over their new work.
“Huh?” I stared blankly. “Or did I getcha wrong? Is dat how ya eat one whole?” He pointed at Tristain, who was sleeping in my arms. I looked down at Tristain and smiled. “I wouldn’t eat Tristain, he is my precious food source, after all.” “Huh. Well, ya’ make me a momen’
We camped out well within eyesight of the front gates, but no one paid us any mind. We watched as people went outside and brought back game. The bears were the only dangers we had faced so far, but among the animals we had seen so far, there had been much more variety. There had
“No.” He looked at me with a very serious face. It was one that told me there was no lie in his words. “I would not. Nor would I find some place to just drop Mika off.” He sighed, and looked back towards Mika. “But this is your choice. I won’t try to force you