Cathy

Aadipta slowly moved from the door, hugging the wall. His face was serious as he looked over everyone present. Different emotions touched him for different beings, different thoughts. This was going to be a game. His jaw crossed a bit, and clenched. His eyes glancing over the food then, the floor, the ceiling… A massive fixture hung from the…[Read more]

@this-is-not-an-alien

Wow that sounds awesome! A little confusing, but I bet the book itself would make sense. 🙂

@backwardslivewriter

Cool, a whole series! Out of curiosity, when you say the children of the protagonists from the 2nd one fight, do you mean children as in 5-12 year olds, or literally they are just the biological children and…[Read more]

“You’re Kithnaryin,” Brendin said quietly after Jericho finished her story.

Surprised, albeit pleasantly so, the woman smiled.  “Yes, I am.”  Worry caught in her mind a moment.  It was unlikely, but if he knew of her people he might know the legend she told.  And if he knew that much, he might know who Jericho was.

“Falmarin?”

“Falkidarin,” Jer…[Read more]

@this-is-not-an-alien , not much I can say to that! It is 110% something I would read, and as of yet I don’t have much to say critically.

Here we go… Prepare to critique, y’all.

Concept:
A fantasy/potentially dystopian series themed around siblings, brokenness, and discovery. Initial: Twin sisters meet after being separated as, accidentally…[Read more]

@joelle-stone

Welcome back!  *Hugs*

And yes, Jericho comes from my attempts to recontextualize Star Wars into middle ages Indo-Arabia as a quick and dirty way to give her culture an epic story like the Ramayana.

(Whoever successfully guesses who she is in the story wins the reward of impressing me)

@kimlikesart @this-is-not-an-alien

“Thank, thank you miss.”

Jericho smiled warmly in acknowledgement of the thanks.  “You are always welcome, my friend,” she said softly.

There was quiet a moment.

Then, realizing they were waiting on her to speak, she nodded once, almost to herself.  “Very well, I will tell my tales,” she said, “though I warn you; my people are story…[Read more]

@this-is-not-an-alien

“Rosy…?”
“Someone I hate less than the rest.” She exclaims finally.

Wow, Rosy’s a natural. XD That’s flawlessly in-character though XD I can’t wait to see what happens next!

@jasmine

I can picture the difference in my head, I think because they’re using different weapons its making the fight a lot more interesting…

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“Can I try something?”Alessio whispered, and Nithel’s eyes lifted to his friend.

Nithel winced, flinching. Alessio had touched his shoulder. It stung, badly.

Then Jericho called him friend again, and rose to her feet, face concerned. Egad… Nithel was stunned, and warmed. They cared. These people actually cared. And though Alessio’s hand on his…[Read more]

@this-is-not-an-alien

Aw thanks (she and Liorah would be scary together XD).

LOL, that would be hilarious XD *Visualizes Liorah and Meira together. It’s chaos. Absolute anarchy and they’re having the time of their lives. Stuff is on fire. * Umm… I take no responsibility for whatever fires Liorah started. XD

Meira wasn’t even supposed to be in…

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Karayan merely observed the actions of others for several minutes.  He took particular note of the young woman feigning weakness.  The others around the room were all dangerous, but they were rather open about it.  She’d likely prove deceitful and manipulative.  Best to avoid her.
Casting his violet cat-eyes across the room again, Karayan not…[Read more]

Jericho was watching the others keenly, waiting to see if any had tales they wanted to share first.  She noticed Nithel’s shoulder seemed stiff and he caught her eyes a moment before looking down and rolling his fingers.  Concern crossed her features.  “My friend,” she said, standing to approach and inspect his shoulder, “you needn’t put on a br…[Read more]

Fire lept from the kindling. The heat was welcome in the cold. Nithel breathed once, and tried to roll his shoulder again, but it hurt and didn’t obey him. Rubama kunt sryeana jdana fi rafd almusaeadat. The pain wasn’t just in his shoulder anymore; it was spreading, stiffening his arm. He began moving his fingers, and kept doing so. A stoic mask c…[Read more]

“I know we haven’t gone very fair, but maybe we should rest here,” Alessio suggested, “for a while.”

As they sat down, Brendin lowered the pack of supplies.  The woman produced a bundle of kindling from presumably somewhere within the folds of her robe and set about arranging it to make a warm fire.  Once she had finished she cast a querying gl…[Read more]

@this-is-not-an-alien

You know Arabic, can you teach me?!

He… I’m a mere student. But!!!! I will be fluent one day. (:

Yeah Alessio’s actually speaking Spanish with centuries worth of adaptations and slang influenced by the indigenous population of Casumbra.

Oooh. ( * . * )

I love your pic, it looks like it came straight from Jerusalem!

Thank y…[Read more]

“Nithel, my friend,” she murmured softly, quiet enough so only he could hear, “are you hurt?  I can help, if I may.”

The softness of the woman’s voice confused him. Badat waka’anaha tahtamu. Sadiqi qal … He looked back to the woman, a small grateful smile on his lips, “It will be alright. Thank you.” His voice was a bit raspy, but not too bad.…[Read more]