Scribbles

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All Did Not Go According to Keikaku

To be fair, my plan was pretty ambitious. Two months to write a draft? One month to revise it, and one month to beta read it? Oh, my sweet summer child.

The Plan

I’ve always wanted to publish a book. Lots of books, actually, but I suppose I have to start with just the one. And to publish a book, I need to, you know, write a book. Which I’m doing; if you follow me on Twitter at all, you’ve probably noticed that all […]

a group of hooded figures stand in a circle around a sacrifice bound to a slab

All Things End 3

“All things end.”
The high priest readied the ceremonial dagger in the flames while the others stood in a ring around the raised slab in the middle of the room.