So real quick, and belatedly, because I forgot to say here, and then someone reminded me, and then I forgot again and someone else reminded me again… So anyways…
There’s three new mostly-daily-updating things on Wattpad, because I’m stuck with what I’m meant to be doing, so trying doing different and entirely new and several things at once to fix being blocked on Losing Everything and Love Letters, because that worked last time. Sort of.
So anyways, the new things are…
(Epic fantasy, no smut, kind of religiousy only in the sense it’s, well, about the garden of Eden)
Ashlin dies, and then wakes up, very surprised that she has.
She remembers dying, remembers it precisely, and is completely certain that she did. She is equally certain that she hadn’t expected there to be anything else afterwards.
But yet, here something is.
She is somewhere. A place she doesn’t understand. A place whose very existence doesn’t quite make sense, and which is equal parts horrifying and magical, beautiful and cruel.
With very little other choice, she explores this new world, trying to find a place for herself in it.
Slowly, she begins to work out where she is, and what is happening around her, and what she needs to do to find peace.
Oh, spoilers, if you’re reading it over there… the city is built on top of the garden of eden! urban sprawl comes to paradise! ha!
Fame (Except Not)
(Kind of gxg celebrity fanfic, just to try.)
I meet someone famous. And I lend her a dress. And then she kisses me, and then things get really complicated.
Adventures in Heroland
(Sort of epic fantasy-ish but also slightly silly)
Harriet Ironspike is a tax collector, but not the exciting kind. Not one of the highly-skilled operators of the Special Assessments Office with their ultra-light chainmail and automatic crossbows. Harriet is only an initial assessor, a form-filler, who has to call in the SAO when things became complicated or tricky. Which means that the SAO always get all the credit for the most interesting audits she does.
Harriet doesn’t mind that. She doesn’t mind her job. In fact, she actually quite likes it, even though working where she does is sometimes tricky. She is in the difficult in the northern province of Karmelt. Or Heroland, as everyone calls it.
Karmelt is in the northern marches, and is full of heroes. And bandits. And dragons. And orcish raiding parties. Which the all heroes fight endlessly. And that fighting is all very well, and like all the residents of Heroland, Harriet is glad someone does it, but it does create certain complicated issues around their taxes. Like irregular incomes and capital gains and deductible expenses for dragon hordes.
Any cash-based employment with haphazard accounting needs to be treated with a certain care by the tax authorities, and unfortunately, those tax authorities are Harriet.
For the whole province of Heroland.
And it isn’t just heroes she has to deal with, either. It’s heroes, and orcish mining corporations, and elvish agricultural collectives that everyone knows are growing illegal narcotics off in the woods, and worst of all, it is doing audits of dragons.
Harriet hates doing audits of dragons, but tax season is coming and she knows she is going to have to before the financial year is out.
And this one I’m pretty much writing from the blurb!