Deanna Turner needed a paycheck, which meant lying about her video game skills to earn a position as a games tester at the country’s biggest publisher. But beneath their cute mascots lie Necromancer CEOs, Succubi HR, and Minotaur guards.
An ancient alien species has contacted humanity. The race is on to uncover their hidden power, yet one young woman holds the key to opening the mysterious Noxian Gate.
This is from the second chapter of my book, "A Writer’s Dream" (it’s a few paragraphs, but I can’t choose, lol).
The skin on Alistair’s left hand had turned a gentle grey, a point of interest Aeris noticed just before his blade shattered at the point of contact. Its tip had fallen upon his apprentice’s cheek, knicking it softly, while the rest had become like dust beneath his fingers… a powdery silver: glinting and glittering about the minimal light as it fluttered about the air.
“Alistair… what promise granted you your powers?”
Befallen his face, a look had… one that found its refuge in his eyes as it settled into them; it was something invisible to his old friend: hollowed and dulled, indicative of his shame and regret. “They took that which they desired,” the sudden, devastating realization of each of the not-so-recent enlightenments had subtly interwoven itself into each of his words.
Hi, everyone! My debut novel, KZAR I: Jupiters, features super soldiers, mechs, genetic engineering, and even fantasy elements in nightmarish dream sequences. Here’s the one line synopsis: With World War III looming, a slave super soldier fights to save his species and his sanity.
You can check it out here: https://www.inkshares.com/books/kzar-i-jupiters
THE SOFT FALL is a retelling of ancient Roman mythology when Dianna the Huntress becomes the hunted. For fans of lycanthropy, feminism, found families, and true love.
The skin on Alistair’s left hand had turned a gentle grey, a point of interest Aeris noticed just before his blade shattered at the point of contact. Its tip had fallen upon his apprentice’s cheek, knicking it softly, while the rest had become like dust beneath his fingers… a powdery silver: glinting and glittering about the minimal light as it fluttered about the air.
“Alistair… what promise granted you your powers?”
Befallen his face, a look had… one that found its refuge in his eyes as it settled into them; it was something invisible to his old friend: hollowed and dulled, indicative of his shame and regret. “They took that which they desired,” the sudden, devastating realization of each of the not-so-recent enlightenments had subtly interwoven itself into each of his words.