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To Sleep In The Sea Of Time

This is a story of a guy who loses everything, and then gets it back. Same old new world story, just a different kind of story teller. *** They took away our hunter tags. They had us grow our hair. They gave us a new brand, when we were over there. They staged us out of Dragur, East of the Olim Horn. I guess they call us Slaves, but no one calls us much anymore. There is no fun in killing. I don't want to do it anymore. Karn brought Sorrow. Pookie brought Fear. Milk brought the fly boys. They did work in Undia. I worked mostly clandestine. Some Legends I should not say. We played with better wands. I could use the extra pay. Did Mara give the order? Did venom pay the way? They said we were slaying demons, but it was kind of hard to tell. There is no fun in killing. I don't want to do it anymore. This was before HALO, and Codex was king. Hej atop the rider, he never felt a thing. When our rider caught a spell, and both the mages killed. It pitched us over sideways on some cold Sylph hill. My back felt like it was broken, my legs I could not feel. I kept on slaying demons, but it was kind of hard to tell. There is no fun in killing. I don't want to do it anymore. I never did heal up right from injuries sustained Officially in Torin, unofficially we train. I remember all their faces. They dream about me still. I guess I'm slaying demons, but it's kind of hard to tell. There no fun in killing. I don't want to do it anymore. I speak the cold logistic, that old boys speak so well. Veni, Vedi, Vici. I'll see you in Hel. Maybe it's bravado, or an unspeakable guilt. That village, they were demons, but it was kind of hard to tell. There is no fun in killing. I don't wanna to do it anymore. I've done plenty. What is one more? -Corb Lund *** Come guess me this riddle. What beats shire leaves and fiddle? What is hotter than pleasures touch, and whiter than cream? What best wets his whistle? What is clearer than crystal? What is sweeter than honey and stronger than steam? What will make the lame walk? What will make the dumb talk? What is the elixir of life and philosopher's stone? And what helped Pookie-Baba dig up a tunnel, that runs from Shalamanda to West-Torin? When you are digging a crater, It is the best thing in nature, for sinking your sorrows and raising your joys. Sometimes I wonder, if lightning and thunder, is made out of the plunder, of the reddest hiski and oils. *** If you can keep your head when all about you, are losing theirs and blaming it on you. If you can trust yourself when all men doubt you, but make allowance for their doubting too. If you can wait and not be tired by waiting, or being lied about, don’t deal in lies, or being hated, don’t give way to hating, And yet don’t look too good, nor talk too wise. If you can dream, and not make dreams your master. If you can think, and not make thoughts your aim. If you can meet with Triumph and Disaster, and treat those two impostors just the same. If you can bear to hear the truth you’ve spoken, twisted by knaves to make a trap for fools, or watch the things you gave your life to, broken, and stoop and build them up with worn-out tools. If you can make one heap of all your winnings, and risk it on one turn of pitch-and-toss and lose, and start again at your beginnings, and never breathe a word about your loss. If you can force your heart and nerve and sinew, to serve your turn long after they are gone, and so hold on when there is nothing in you; Except the Will which says to them ‘Hold on!’ If you can talk with crowds and keep your virtue, nor walk with Kings, nor lose the common touch. If neither foes nor loving friends can hurt you. If all men count with you, but none too much. If you can fill the unforgiving minute, with sixty seconds worth of distance, run. Yours is the World and everything that’s in it, and which is more you’ll be a Man, my son. - Rudyard Kipling
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Galactic Power

Centuries after the Humans of Old Earth were liberated from the control of a foreign power, they now thrive hand in hand with the Eran Federation. After being exploited for all of its resources by the invading power, Old Earth has long been designated as one of the several waste dumps within the Galactic Quadrant ruled by the Federation. Long disposed of by those meant to look after him, August Field, a descendent of Old Earth, is sent back to his origins where survival is dependent on luck and fate, and water is just as scarce as the presence of life. Surrounded by what is the remnants of what was once a thriving planet, all of August's present academic understanding is limited by Old Earth's lacking development. August's entire world view is upturned when he encounters a liquid metal artifact that had landed and settled on the abandoned planet. When the artifact assimilates with August, technological information that appears to be eons more developed than that of Old Earth, and from the few memories he has of his life before the wasteland, tens of millenniums further than the Eran Federation. What are the secrets behind this artifact? From where did it come? Who had the ability to create something as advanced as this artifact? And how far will will others go to get their hands on it? *** There will be several chapters in the beginning that try to give context to the world before the main character is introduced. I recommend that they be read simply for the sake of understanding the world in the novel just a little better. Hang in there and you will meet the MC soon enough! Thanks for giving this novel a hot
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Threads of power

In a world where power is the ultimate currency, Marcus, a mysterious and strategic figure with a hidden past and uncertain future, is on a relentless quest for freedom. A master manipulator, he operates from the shadows, using psychology, philosophy, and his extraordinary skills in combat and weaponry to shape the world around him. Although he appears to take little seriously, Marcus' actions are deliberate, each one carving reality like an artist shaping a masterpiece. His ultimate goal isn't to become king, but to rise silently to a position of power so secure that even kings cannot challenge him. With his deep faith in Jesus Christ as his guiding force, Marcus is unshaken by the challenges he faces. He trusts only himself and the few who prove their loyalty and skill—one of whom is Elena, a brilliant and deadly operative known only as "The Invisible Hand." Together, they navigate a dangerous web of manipulation, alliances, and power struggles, each move pushing them closer to their goal. But true power comes with a price. As Marcus pulls strings from behind the scenes, he learns that the cost of rising to the top is far steeper than anyone could imagine. Allies become enemies, and the game of manipulation becomes more perilous as they confront the ruthless forces controlling the world. With each chapter, the lines between friend and foe blur as Marcus seeks to shape his future, unravel the mysteries of his past, and claim the freedom he so desperately desires. Yet, he is not the only one with ambitions—others are watching, waiting for their own chance to seize power. In this high-stakes battle of minds and wills, Marcus will discover that power is a web—a thread of influence that can both bind and destroy. And in this intricate game, only the smartest and most cunning will survive. Threads of Power is a gripping tale of manipulation, strategy, and survival, where nothing is as it seems and every character has their own hidden motives.
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