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*STAR WARS meets GAME OF THRONES*It has been thirty thousand years since humanity arrived in the Norma Arm of the galaxy. Forced to settle and tame the frontier, spearheaded by the Farstrider Rangers, many star kingdoms rose and fell. But something new is brewing among the stars, The Empire of Ektor seeks the long-forgotten Rangers for the task. The newly promoted Ranger is thrown into the quest of protecting a Princess and dark forces gather while the politics of Great Houses of Amaathar swirl and pulsate with intrigue. Something is rotten in the Empire of Ektor.…

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The Knitting of the Realms changed the world forever and transported Todor Corpus three centuries into the future. Magic returned, creatures from legends became real, and every bit of practical knowledge he had ever gained was rendered useless. He just wanted to make internet games, but in this new world of magic, there is no such thing as the world wide web. To top it off, regular humans like him can't even use magic. So, Todor decides on the most logical thing he can think of; he will bring the internet back. In his quest for this ultimate goal, he stumbles into a nefarious plot that could affect all human life in Moriganhold, and realizes the city is plagued by more problems than he had ever expected. When he finds the tools, strength, and authority he needs, nothing and no one can stop him from seeking justice, and bringing safety to all; no matter the wealth, race, or creed.…

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Continuation of Todor's adventures coming soon.…

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The world has been made whole. Three realms merged again and magic returned to this planet. But the transition was not smooth and much has been lost. No spent eons sleeping and finally he is awake once again, fulfilling his master's bidding. What awaits him and his cohort upon their newest quest?…

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Collection of random poetry, from love to doubt, from life to death.…

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It's midnight. The Hollowing hour. The time when worlds touch. When looking at the shadow's makes the mind wonder and doubt of own eyes creeps in, assaulting the judgment of even the most skeptical of men. At such an hour I drive through empty streets, sleepy eyes rubbed until I find a semblance of sentience. In the darkness that crawls between bastions of light lurk the unknown. The Forgotten. And things not yet born.Welcome to my parlor where I spin tales made of shiny silk and cold steel. Take a sit, grab a cup of tea and prepare to cross the 'line at the edge of reality'.…

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The impact of human habitation on this planet has increased thousandfold since the industrial revolution. Sometimes the ill effects of our lack of care is clearly evident, and sometimes it's quite unknown.*Short story for #PlanetOrPlastic Writing Contest*…