Category: Fiction
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Road to Chequn Part 4
Alone in the Night The hours flew by in a rush of activity. The Protectors dumped all their cargo and shoved as many women and children as they could into the Shepherds. The patients were quarantined to Leopard Two. Sam Yung left the dead Protector with the abandoned goods, making more room for the living.…
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Road to Chequn Part 3
From Beyond the Stars With one man dead, another injured, and a vehicle damaged, the convoy had to reorganize. The Protectors replaced the damaged tires with their spares. Though they were run-flat tires, they wouldn’t last indefinitely, especially in this terrain. They pulled out spikes that had stuck in the windows and windscreens, allowing the…
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Road to Chequn Part 2
Wanbak They laid the remains of the dead Outsiders on the snow. Seven warriors, one shaman. It didn’t necessarily mean there were eight enemies, only that they had recovered eight bodies. As Sam Yung stood watch, the Protectors broke out their field knives and multitools, and got down to the bloody and grisly work of…
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Road to Chequn Part 1
As discussed in my previous post, I will be unveiling three stories on my blog. Each story is a microcosm of a story universe I’ve been working on. Over the coming weeks, I’ll be publishing these stories as webserials. I’d like your opinion on which story is best. That story will become the seed for…
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Welcome to the Era of the Five States and Ten Corporations
Chinese history is popularly and conveniently divided into periods defined by the ruling dynasty. In the world of Saga of the Swordbreaker, the land of Xiazhou is a hundred years into the greatest political experiment in the history of the continent. The Summer Revolution has ended the rule of immortal monarchs, bringing forth the era…
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A New Breed of Cultivation Fiction
Cultivation fiction is hugely popular. And why not? The protagonist beats down everyone in his path, inevitably becoming the most powerful being in the story universe. He amasses wealth, fame and fortune without breaking a sweat. All the men want to be him—those who don’t are ankle-biters who can be dispatched as easily as turning…