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Making Money As An Author

The god-like spider wants to be an author?

For eons, the multiverse has known an unnatural peace. Chaos, destruction, and the cycle of new beginnings have all but ceased—because the god who embodies them, Larry, has been erased. Well, not erased, but vanished. Tricked by the god Faceless, Larry had his name and identity stolen, forever forgotten by the other gods who once feared and knew him, which all but reduced him to an anomaly—an undefined being unrecognized by both mortals and gods. Larry has been forced into hiding at the edge of the multiverse, deep within the Great Darkness from which all the primordials emerged at the beginning of time, for if he is found, he will be erased, as he is no longer something that should exist. But survival is not enough. To reclaim his name and identity, Larry must earn the favor of the Goddess of Literature, the only deity with the influence to barter a debt with the Goddess of Faces, the one being capable of undoing Faceless's curse. The Goddess of Literature has grown tired of being cast and viewed as worthless, and because they both want something from each other, he figures that to stay alive, he must craft a story so powerful that it forces the gods and mortals alike to acknowledge him once more. Yet many deities fear the arrival of Larry, who threatens the balance within the multiverse that they had so carefully crafted after the God of Destruction and Chaos had all but vanished. As forgotten gods stir, eldritch horrors shift in the void, and the balance of existence teeters on the edge, Larry must decide two things. Is he simply trying to regain what was stolen from him, or is he just a selfish bastard who's trying to live?
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Making fire

Life was tiring, I wanted so much to be free of everyone. I wanted to hold on to what little happiness I remembered walking through the woods. The feel of the crisp air when the sun broke into dawn, the way I felt the trees come alive as I wondered through them, how quiet everything was. But now I’m married. To the most unpredictable man I had ever encountered. But there is something about him. The way he moves, eyes sharp and narrowed watching my every step. I always felt as if he were hunting me, and maybe he was. I could never get away from those peering eyes long enough to enjoy a moment to myself. He was always there, around every plan of escape, every thought of silence, every time I even thought of a life away from him. No doubt due to the binding ceremony that was performed. The only request I had about the ceremony was that it needed to be performed by a priestess but my father wanted HIS personal witch to bind Tristan and I. Once my father ordered you to do something ‘not one person disagreed’. I did not mean to think so ill of her but I can not help this feeling that she may have added a little spell to the ceremony. If I could only speak to her, I have not seen her since I left my brute of a fathers home. I could always ask Sheri-Tristan’s second wife. Yes. I’m the third wife of this man I call husband. But Sheri was witch born before being turned by Tristan. She had the most beautiful violet hair and matching eyes. Where as I had bright auburn air with green eyes, the only thing I kept of my mother. Sheri could help me find out if I am under some spell so I can get Tristan out of my head long enough to leave his kingdom. She hated me so, I believe it is due to Tristan not informing both of his wives that a third was going to be arriving. And that was me. If I was going to ask her for help it had to be now, I have my awakening ceremony tonight. It will mark 3 months since our wedding and as accustomed with Tristan and his coven, 90 days was the mark a bride had to wait to be judged by the collective to be accepted. Tristan assures me that I will be accepted and he will turn me tonight in the hues of the blood moon that was to be eclipsed. I did not want to be turned. I was human. If I was turned I’d loose my humanity and become full vampire. The same thing happened to Ava-Tirstan’s fist wife. She could not handle the lust and killed a few members of court. Some human but some halflings like Sheri. I did not want to kill. I shuttered at the thought of taking the life essence of another living being. I did not want to live in this manner. I only pray that Sheri is in a favorable mood this afternoon. Here I stand, outside her door. I had been standing here for about 10 minutes. I needed every help I could to escape my marriage. Yet, knocking on her door was the most exhausting thing I have been doing since I arrived here 3 months ago. “Here goes nothing.” I said out loud as I finally knocked. “Entrer” She was quite demure when she’s not in a mood. I might have a chance of gaining her help after all. One look my way and her mood was already changing. “YOU!” —maybe not………….
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