Henry and Uncle Jacob prepare for the worst in the middle of the night what could be waiting for them in this small run down Inn?

In this Chapter Henry is introduced and faces his first major adversity in life and meets his "uncle"

This is the informative lore of the book to give you a basic understanding of the world as seen from the eyes of the races of men.

"You’re somewhere out there, living your life under a different sky. And I’m here, learning how to stop refreshing a conversation that ended long ago"

The backstory of Lavender, the ancient Sidhe from Unsleeping God and how he came to be known as Lavender.

Welcome to the world of Unsleeping God. A meet cute between our two protagonists that lands at least one of them on their ass.

The Prophet and Lyra arrive in Montségur, France, chasing the first rehearsal vault buried by the Mnemonic Syndicate. But France is no longer safe. Phor appears—pale, polished, and cruel—then vanishes sideways into breach. From the woods come creatures: wolf-bodied, chrome-eyed, speaking in fractured tongues. They are leftovers from 3050, part-animal, part-alien, and they hunt by scent and memory. Lyra is clawed. The Prophet is bitten. Then the sky lights up—triangular ships, silent and watching. The creatures flee. Lyra finds the archive: a box of glass and bone. It sings. They flee through breach into Geneva, 1920, where the League of Nations assembles. Queen Marie passes. A plate shatters. A car backfires. The Prophet and Lyra wear stolen clothes and blend in. But one creature watches from a window. This happened. It was recorded. It was sent to you. You may not pause. You may not rewind. You may only remember. You are not clean. You are not alone.

The Prophet inhales smoke at the edge of The breach alert atmosphere. It braids his throat. When he opens his eyes, he’s in France, 1999. Zhenmo claims the day is recorded, but the breach feels unrehearsed. A girl runs past him—eight years old, tear-branded, wrapped in gift-like trash. Men in suits chase her. They say she’s unrehearsed, that her parents stood by, that they are responsible. She invokes Joan of Arc. She refuses to be traded to demons with large eyes. The Prophet sings, fights, fails. A storm pours down, clouding the streets. She’s dragged into a chrome car. He screams. Then he wakes beside Lyra, gasping for air. She pats his back. He couldn’t speak. The breach left clues: a ribbon, a jazz station, a silence. This happened in 1999. No one noticed. But he did

The Archivist's wake is a 1000 word horror story that's bound to get your emotions stirring in other realms that you never thought existed.

Step into a world of medieval elegance with our curated selection of medieval dresses and gowns. Each piece is designed to reflect the artistry and craftsmanship of the Middle Ages, ensuring authenticity and beauty for any occasion.

ALTURIA is the heart-nexus of the Ultranova Star - Supremas/Supremos Planetary Systems (IF/Worlds)—a cosmic megasphere floating between collapsing timelines and future myths. Once a radiant techno-civic republic, it is now a fractured crucible where ancestral law, multiversal entropy, and emergent hero-legacies collide. It was designed as a planetary Parliament of Powers, a sovereign seat of balance and memory. But balance has tipped.......swinging back and forth there is Ancient ALTURIA Modern ALTURIA & Truly Advanced ALTURIA ALTURIA is not a fallen utopia—it is a repeating Arcs of timed civilizations. It is the fossil of a primal world, layered over with old and new civilizations, new myths. (all the ones to exsit on original earth aka Earth-0 the ones that are here and have yet to come)

The forest was too still. That kind of silence only meant death was close. By the time I found them, the twins had rifles on my team—Asia’s breath shaking, Jayla’s eyes wide with fear. One heartbeat later, I dropped from the trees. One cut. Two bodies. Silence again. When the blood settled, Jayla looked at me like I was something between a savior and a monster. Maybe I was both. I didn’t kill for glory. I killed to protect what little I had left. But that night, when Asia asked if I ever felt peace— I lied. Because peace wasn’t something I found. It was something I had to fight for.

This is where it all started. This initial chapter is a major turning point in my life. It's a day I'll never forget. It's written as close to as it actually happened. This memory will probably the most accurate real life memory in the entire story.

This is the Foreword, Preface and Epigraph of the story. It explains why I wrote this story plus includes a short story my son wrote for his fourth grade year book. It made first page.

This is the legal crap, the copyright and the dedication. I don't want anyone stealing my hard work.

When love turns dangerous, every secret becomes a weapon. Dark romance meets psychological suspense.

This entry is about.... silence..... again, another entry I found in previous journals- As someone who rides the lovely wave of non-verbal communication plenty of the time, silence has become a rock and friend in my life. I hope you feel impacted by the simplicity, I know I sure do!

Liliana finds herself abducted by an alien prince claiming to have traveled a long distance through space, a six month journey by Earth time measurements... but what does he want with Liliana? Let's find out.

In lieu of a horrifying prank, Liliana flees into the night... only the excitement of her evening is not over... a light shines down on her from above... and she begins to float upwards... The greatest adventure of Liliana's life is about to begin.

“Velvet Mercy” Your touch speaks in languages the heart understands, Soft syllables traced by trembling hands. No words—just warmth, just breath, just skin, Where compassion and desire quietly begin. Your eyes hold oceans, deep and forgiving, A love that heals the ache of living. You touch not just flesh, but the places unseen, Where broken hearts remember dreams they’ve been. It isn’t lust alone—it’s soul meeting soul, A tenderness fierce, a passion whole. Each sigh a prayer, each kiss a plea, For love to be pure, wild, and free. In you, affection becomes divine, A mercy that tastes of sacred wine. No shame, no fear, no need to hide— Just beauty and grace, entwined inside.