As the group finishes cleaning up their camp, they continued on to their destination as the Dream Hunters.
It's scheduled for next Tuesday, but it's my latest.
"I bite the hand in front of me and taste blood; the smallest victory."
"You cried too much, I almost threw you."
From my latest chapter
With grit encrusting the glass surface, the brightness was less about the start of a new day and more about a dawning clusterf***.
“Just let it all be real,” Casper whispered. “Please let it all be real.”
“Bear in mind who trained you to be the apt deceiver and manipulator that you are, Alfonse; of all targets you could choose to exercise those talents, I will not be one.”
“Nothing; that thing is a moron and I can always falsify my record,” the blond man answered with an unperturbed face.
From the part 10 of
She looked disturbingly beautiful, like a perfectly painted masterpiece that depicted a bloody war.
So let me get this right, you want to cuddle them to death?
"If there was one thing she knew, it was that when people didn’t want to listen, you had to make them."
“I really don't need a ring to tell others I abide by the archaic definition of pure—my social awkwardness does that all by itself.“
My hand is stuck in a dead person's mouth.
"But I suppose now you won't be such a jealous prick"
That was a fantastic sentence, and I just read through the first two chapters of your novel. It's awesome! I can't wait to read more of it
Thanks! I'm glad you're enjoying it so far!
“Such as that behemoth coming toward us now.” The monk covered his face with his hands.
This one just got updated today so...
No, I don't know what they're saying, but if I had to guess, it's probably something along the lines of, "what the bleep just happened?"
This chapter won't be posted awhile. So here's something that won't give anything away.
By the fire slowly crackling to life against the darkening forest, Helianthus sat on the bare ground. A wool blanket hung lazily over his hunched back as though dropped there by accident.
Lol, don't judge! from where I am in the draft:
With his tanned skin over the increasingly cut frame, he looks like an extra in a whacky strip-club production of 300.