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Begin with an entire Universe, wander through its Galaxies, or step directly into the maps, characters, lore, places, histories, and secrets surrounding one story.
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Connected Galaxies, Seasons, stories, lore, maps, art, playlists, and sound—all gathered beneath one sky.
Universe · K.S. Valentina
One connected universe of regional gothic monster stories spanning the Louisiana bayou, the Carolina Lowcountry, and the mountains of West Virginia. Each Galaxy holds its own histories, bargains, creatures, and series—but all belong to the same hidden world.
Universe · Rachel D. Adams
All of my writing, whether a collaborative effort or a solitary endeavor, belong here. So far, I've added The Dragon Tasker Universe - both novel series and stand-alone stories from the same galaxy. I will soon add in my Wandering Witches books as a galaxy unto itself. In the future I have both a fantasy romance galaxy and a sci fi galaxy to add as well!
Constellations of stories
Follow connected Seasons and stories through the larger realms their authors have built.
Galaxy · Arla Jones
Hallowmoon Magical Music Academy
Galaxy · Rachel D. Adams
A collection of Adult Urban Fantasy and Paranormal Romance that follows the secretive supernatural world clashing with our own, hidden under the surface of "polite society" in the South...
Galaxy · Rachel D. Adams
These are tales by Rachel D. Adams and Dawn McClellan that blend urban fantasy with paranormal romance surrounding a cynical dragon making the most of a human life with the man who saved him. From several high-intensity series to stand-alone tales of passion, you'll find touches of supernatural thrillers, police procedurals, and deep, diverse, and sometimes dark paranormal romance inspired by Anne Rice, J.R. Ward, Christopher Golden, Jim Butcher, Kresley Cole, and Laurel K. Hamilton, among others.
Our books highlight supernatural politics, corruption, secret societies, forensics, and alliances between preternatural species in multiple worlds, centering on the secretive side of our own. In them you'll also find chaotic and dark romance of all kinds...
Galaxy · K.S. Valentina
The Appalachian branch of K.S. Valentina’s cryptid world: scarred mountains, extractive empires, old bargains, and the beings repairing what humanity broke.
Galaxy · K.S. Valentina
The Carolina Lowcountry branch of K.S. Valentina’s cryptid world, where the coast keeps old debts, beautiful things hide dangerous seams, and every claim has a cost.
Galaxy · K.S. Valentina
The Louisiana branch of K.S. Valentina’s cryptid world: a bloodline, a boundary, an inherited covenant, and monsters who have been waiting for the Vauclains to come home.
One story, opened wider
Step directly into the people, places, histories, rules, art, lore, and atmosphere behind a Lantern serial.
A World from Overburden
The Vane is a narrow company hollow in fictional Aldervane County, West Virginia: two rows of Jenny Lind houses along an iron-stained branch, a white church, an old company store, and Sang Mountain rising so close above town that nobody who lives beneath it bothers to say its name. Maps insist the road is seven miles. The odometer disagrees. The people who stayed have learned where not to look.
Enter this World →A World from The Tiger's Cage
Britain is full of old stories, inconvenient magic, and things most people have learned not to notice. Julian Fairweather would prefer all of it to follow sensible, logical rules. Being a pooka, Fiadh Brandywood knows better. Together they investigate the high strangeness that falls between folklore, the supernatural, and things decidedly not sensible or logical.
Enter this World →A World from What She Never Said
Alana’s world is one of survival, family, and healing. Beneath her quiet strength are years of abuse, secrets, and scars she never believed she could reveal. When Stella Richardson threatens to take her sons, Alana is forced to confront the past and finally speak the truth. But this isn't only a story about what was lost. It is about reclaiming family, protecting the next generation, honoring those who came before, and discovering that survival can become a future filled with love, hockey, hope, and peace.
Enter this World →A World from We Will Never Have to Bury Each Other
New York has gone dark, but it has not gone empty. The dead drift through streets, stadiums, parkways, and suburbs. The living gather behind temporary walls and build new systems from whatever remains: ration tables, claims, ledgers, weapons, wells, and rules. Every shelter offers safety from something. Every shelter asks for something in return. The Unburied follows the roads north from Midtown Manhattan through the Bronx and Westchester County. Its geography is recognizable; its logic has changed. Light carries. Noise gathers the dead. A working well may be worth more than a mansion. A list can preserve order or turn a child into a discrepancy. At the center are Ashlynn, Leith, and Katrina—three survivors who do not intend to become a family. Their world is not about defeating the apocalypse. It is about choosing what kind of people they will be while moving through it. North is not a destination here. It is the next decision.
Enter this World →A World from Welcome to Pine Ridge
Welcome to Pine Ridge, a small Oregon town tucked against the Coast Range, where apple orchards and cleared timberland give way to a main street of familiar storefronts. It is the kind of place where people remember which family owns which land, who left, who stayed, and which questions are safer not to ask. Reputations pass from one generation to the next. Rumors travel faster than facts. Silence can look a lot like loyalty until someone finally breaks it. Stories set in Pine Ridge live in the space between what a community knows and what it is willing to say. Fences divide more than property. Old houses preserve absences. Ordinary objects carry histories their owners would rather forget. There is nothing supernatural here. Pine Ridge is haunted by memory, guilt, loyalty, and the consequences of looking away.
Enter this World →A World from Where Devotion Ends
The Hundred Mouths is a monsoon delta held by one family for four hundred years without a successful rebellion, and the reason is an oil. Attar is distilled from the bones of women who died believing, and anyone who breathes it loves whoever wears it, and knows they are being made to. It is manufactured in small quantities by a single order, under license, at the crown of a city the water is taking back a tier at a time. The Wasl is not cruel. It is gentle, thorough, well funded, and it has never once failed to deliver a vintage.
Enter this World →A World from Unrightful Alpha
TAG has crossover moments with Earth, but most of the series takes place in Timberwolf Valley and surrounding territories. It has alphas, but it is not part of the omega verse. This book is a closed-door romance.
Enter this World →A World from Music, Magic, Motorcycles, & Mayhem
This is a reality based on 2010s gulf-coast Alabama and reaching into the surrounding areas. It has affluent Southern conservative influence but that's hiding a lively lower class bunch of hard-working full-timers in this area filled during summer by tourists. Among all of this we are led into a hidden society of witches who are tasked with overlooking supernatural happenings and beings in their regions. It's referrred to as the "Wayward" Witch Network because they are very liberal with the use of their rules and many practice different forms of the craft along the way. Their most important, unifying rule is to keep the supernatural from being further harmed by meddling mundane humans out to destroy them. Unfortunately, clashes between the supernatural and humans can be deadly. It's sometimes difficult to get people to look the other way.
Enter this World →A World from Last Frost: A Vauclain Monsters Novella
Forty acres of Louisiana bayou hold a house built around an impossible tree, four creatures bound to one bloodline, and a covenant the town of Gravier has agreed not to name. The hollow keeps its own records—and remembers every debt.
Enter this World →A World from Living Dead Girl
The world didn't end when the dead started walking. It adapted. Years later, people still go to work, fall in love, argue with their families, and worry about everyday problems. They just happen to live in a world where zombie outbreaks and supernatural threats are part of life. Most people have learned the rules for surviving. They know what to do when an outbreak happens, who to call when something isn't quite human, and that sometimes the things that go bump in the night are very real. For Skye Adams, life in her small West Texas town has been relatively quiet. Zombie outbreaks are rare, and the dangers of the outside world usually seem far away. But that's beginning to change. And as Skye discovers more about the world around her—and about herself—there may be a lot more hiding beneath the surface than she ever imagined. This World guide will grow along with the story, with new characters, places, history, and lore added as Skye's journey unfolds. Check back as you read—there's much more to discover.
Enter this World →A World from Heavenly Music
Hallowmoon Academy stood high in the mountains, built into a shelf of pale stone beneath the great Spire whose unfinished crystal crown could be seen for leagues across the valleys below. From a distance, it looked almost delicate. Slender towers rose from the mountainside beneath steep slate roofs, connected by covered bridges and narrow arched walkways. Pale stone walls caught the morning sun and turned nearly silver beneath the moon. Tall windows filled the music halls, while the upper observatories were enclosed in old, imperfect glass so the scholars of the Choir Astral could watch the stars without leaving the warmth of the towers. Up close, Hallowmoon was not one building, but dozens gathered around a series of courtyards and terraces. There were dormitory wings for students and visiting musicians, practice halls built with vaulted ceilings to carry sound, classrooms crowded with maps and old instruments, libraries extending deep into the mountain, and workshops where instrument makers worked with star-metal, silverwood, crystal, and ordinary maple and ash. The oldest sections had been carved directly into the mountain. Their corridors were narrow and uneven, their walls worn smooth by centuries of hands. Newer wings had grown around them until Hallowmoon had become a maze of staircases, cloisters, towers, hidden passages, and doors that seemed to lead somewhere different depending on which staircase one had taken to reach them. Music was everywhere. Someone was always practicing. Violins sang behind closed doors. Harps sounded from the western classrooms. Choir voices drifted through the stone corridors in scales and harmonies. Bells marked lessons, meals, Council sessions, and changes of watch. Even after midnight, Wella sometimes heard a single instrument somewhere far away, repeating the same troublesome passage until its player finally got it right. The entire Academy seemed built around sound. The great practice halls had curved walls designed to return a musician's own notes to them. Smaller training rooms were lined with dark wood that absorbed resonance so completely that playing inside one felt strangely private. The Hall of Harmonics contained tuning forks, resonance bowls, old stringed instruments, and devices Wella could not name, all used to teach students how ordinary sound differed from the deeper resonance of starblood. Then there was the Choir Astral. Its scholars occupied the highest academic chambers beneath the Spire. There, enormous brass instruments tracked the Great Veil through vibrations, celestial motion, and shifts in magical resonance. Their rooms smelled of lamp oil, old paper, warm metal, and chalk dust. Charts of the Veil covered the walls alongside star maps so old that some showed constellations Wella could no longer find in the sky. Below them lay the archives. Those were Brother Armir's kingdom. Official histories filled the upper rooms: Nightingale records, Hymn transcriptions, Council proceedings, genealogies of known starblood families, maps of old breaches, and reports from Lumenguard patrols. The deeper archives were another matter. They occupied rooms carved into the mountain long before the present Academy existed. The air there was dry and cold, and iron gates protected some shelves. Older documents were kept in sealed cabinets or wrapped in linen because careless handling could reduce centuries of history to dust. Hallowmoon possessed a remarkable number of rules concerning who was allowed to read what. The Lumenguard occupied the northern side of the Academy. Their world was very different from the musicians'. Training yards had been cut into the mountainside behind high stone walls. Students learned swordsmanship, climbing, wilderness survival, breach containment, and the unpleasant business of killing wound-things that made it through the Veil. Their quarters were plain, their meals early, and their mornings apparently designed by people who held a personal grudge against sleep. Most Lumenguard could hear enough of the Veil to recognize a breach but possessed little or no usable starblood. Most Choir musicians could work with magical resonance but had never held a sword.
Enter this World →A World from The Velvet Ledger
The Velvet Ledger has never once advertised. Behind unmarked doors in a handful of cities, it takes members by invitation only, and it charges them for silence as much as for anything else. Officially, it doesn't exist. Unofficially, the people who matter know the number, and know better than to call it twice. Cormac Devlin knew that number once, from the inside, before the Ledger decided it didn't need him anymore. What looks like a gambling debt is really the cost of a man trying to buy his way back in. Now one of his children is walking through that door on the Ledger's own terms, and the Ledger doesn't know yet what it let in. This is a world built on contracts instead of promises, where the wealthy pay for discretion and the people who serve them learn to read a room before it turns dangerous. Some debts get paid in money. Some don't. Come in quietly, and don't ask questions you don't want answered.
Enter this World →A World from Love Knows No Bounds
This universe is made up of several inter dimensional planes of existence, all connected to Gaia (also known as our modern Earth) via great magical portals. The stories in our world follow supernatural characters who orbit around a cynical dragon shifted to suit this world of muted magic and the human with mage's blood trying to help them all.
Enter this World →A World from Torel: Weapons Master of the Nightbrand
The A Bride for the Alien series takes place in a future where humanity has established a permanent colony on Mars but has only begun to explore beyond its own solar system. Unknown to humans, numerous advanced civilizations already occupy the surrounding regions of space. These civilizations are connected through established interstellar travel routes, trade agreements, political alliances, and centuries-old rivalries. Individual planets retain their own governments, traditions, and laws, while powerful ruling Houses influence commerce, military power, technology, and relations between worlds. Many of these societies possess technology far beyond anything available to humanity. Their spacecraft can travel between inhabited systems, advanced medicine has dramatically increased survival and longevity, and sophisticated genetic science allows researchers to study compatibility between different populations and species. Despite these advances, several alien worlds are experiencing severe population decline. Falling birth rates have continued for generations, threatening bloodlines, political Houses, and, in some cases, the survival of entire civilizations. The Compatibility System was created centuries ago in response to this crisis. It uses genetic, biological, and other physiological markers to identify individuals capable of producing healthy offspring. Over time, the system became deeply embedded in alien society. Compatibility can influence marriages, inheritance, political alliances, and the continuation of powerful Houses. Humanity's arrival on Mars introduces an unexpected variable. Humans are genetically compatible with populations previously believed to have few remaining reproductive options. The discovery makes the Mars Colony—and particularly its women—important to alien worlds that humans do not yet know exist. The series moves between different planets, spacecraft, colonies, political territories, and ruling Houses. Although the worlds share technology and interstellar connections, each has developed its own environment, architecture, social customs, government, expectations surrounding family, and attitudes toward the Compatibility System. Behind them all is an older mystery: who originally created the Compatibility System, why it was necessary, and whether the population crisis affecting these worlds happened naturally at all.
Enter this World →A World from When Everything Went To Hell
Welcome to the world of *A Teenager's Guide to the Zombie Apocalypse*—where the dead are walking, the rules have changed, and fifteen-year-old Aaron is learning that surviving the end of the world is a lot harder than it looks. This World is a companion to Aaron's story and will grow along with it. As Aaron meets new people, discovers new places, and learns more about the dead—and the people who may be even more dangerous—new characters, locations, survival rules, and other details will be added here. The World will be updated as the story progresses, so if you're not caught up with the latest chapters, you may run across a few spoilers. After all, Aaron is figuring this apocalypse out as he goes. You might as well learn the rules with him.
Enter this World →A World from Victoria
Aurenveil solved the wrong problems. It solved verticality. It solved ornamentation. It solved the appearance of order, in meticulous suffocating detail: black iron vines on every balcony, frozen blooms that never open, bird-forms casting their shadows in the wrong direction, a mechanical angel in verdigris bronze with water running through the wings. It did not solve the smog. The haze settles at about the fourth floor and stays there. Above it: gilt at the structural joints, sealed pneumatic lobbies, windows glowing warm amber through the grey-white like a forest of lit lanterns. Below it: the same iron, the same glass, the same current, deployed by people who needed it to work rather than by people who needed it to look like it works. Visibility four feet in still weather. A specific taste at the back of the throat. A fine dark grit on everything light-coloured. You can live above the smog line without ever tasting it, if you have the right building and the right income. In Aurenveil, as everywhere, the right building and the right income are the same thing. The smog line is also a moral architecture. Everything the city does not examine lives below it. There is no magic here. There is galvanics: current in copper, a real industrial technology with a licensing regime, a research literature, and specifications the university classifies. It runs the lamps, whose light is a little warmer and a little more variable than it should be. It runs the lifts, the filtration, the message capsules that arrive in a brass wall fixture with a specific soft thunk. And at four in the morning it runs, on an illegal tap into a residential street's secondary grid, in a sub-level beneath a townhouse in the Meridian Quarter, where eight-inch glass tubes cycle amber along an eastern wall and a woman who was the best in her field is doing something the city would very much prefer not to know about. She will not be stopped by the city. The city is not looking. You will learn Aurenveil the way he learns it: from underneath, in the order she permits, and always slightly later than you would like.
Enter this World →A World from The First Sky
They call this treaty the Kovalev-Chen Fertility Accords. They signed it in 2031, and it ended something that would have gone much worse. On page one of a high school pamphlet, between guides for STIs and earthquake safety, you’ll find the treaty’s price. Every ten years there is a lottery. Participation is automatic for all citizens between twenty-one and thirty-five who meet the biological eligibility criteria. You do not enter. Your name is already there. The pamphlet does not detail the consequences of violating the interspecies peace treaty through refusal. Three miles beneath the earth there is a hive. It has been there for sixty million years; long enough to predate flowers, long enough to have optimised every chamber and passage into a form too perfect to need changing. The architectural catalogue has been consistent from the Cretaceous era. Its only light is a blue-white bioluminescent mineral threaded through the rock, pulsing at the rate of a resting heart. It is worth knowing before anything else happens that this species has no word for blue. It has never needed one. There has been nothing to contrast it with. This is the destination for Maren Santiago, a 27-year-old bartender from Astoria. She has read the pamphlet. The pamphlet is wrong about almost everything.
Enter this World →A World from Nobody Came Looking: A Love Story
Three men live in a loft with polished concrete floors and lamps chosen for how they light a face. One morning a twenty-one-year-old woman sits down at their kitchen island wearing somebody else's shirt, and she never really gets up. This is the world of Nobody Came Looking. It is very small. That is the point. There is no map on this page, because Rachel Santos's world contracts over twenty chapters until the walls are the geography. What you get instead: the four people inside them, the rooms each man owns, and the rules nobody wrote down but everybody obeys. If you want the fastest way in, skip to "Magic, Technology & Rules." There is no magic in this book. There are rules, and they work the way magic works: invisible, absolute, and the penalty for breaking one is never posted anywhere you can read it. Everything here is Rachel's side of the door. The men are described the way she saw them. She saw them accurately. That was never the problem. Content warning: This novel contains graphic sexual content, drug-facilitated sexual assault, psychological manipulation, coercive control, nonconsensual recording and distribution of intimate images, isolation, agoraphobia, codependency, and themes of self-erasure. Three men. No protection. No safe word. No redemption arc. If you need the love interest to be a good person, this isn't your book.
Enter this World →A World from Hollow Academy
Hello, all stories from Raven Hollow and Lyssa Hael fall within the Of The Realms Chronicles. This particular world, and the stories I'm building right now are in or around the Urban Fantasy aspect of my world -Hollow City. This is where Epic Fantasy meets Urban Fantasy, so you can call it Epic Urban Fantasy I guess...it really just depends on how deep you want to dive into my world.
Enter this World →A World from The Hot Mess Collective
The Fold is a hidden magical society operating just beneath the skin of mundane New York City. Governed by ancient, glittering Courts that trade in fealty, pure bloodlines, and transactional power, it is a world that demands perfection. But in the Undercity—in warded dive bars, anonymous message boards, and cramped apartments—a different reality exists. Here, the Unaffiliated, the half-bloods, and the magically inconvenient navigate the exhausting pressure of hiding their true forms. They are the ones who refuse to be commodified, choosing instead to find sanctuary in their shared, chaotic truth.
Enter this World →A World from Haunting University
The Afterworld consists of all realms a spirit might inhabit after crossing into the Light.
Enter this World →A World from Horror In Hallowfield
Welcome to Hallowfield At first glance, Hallowfield is the sort of river-valley town that seems to have escaped time: an old square, a ruined mill above the rooftops, family businesses that have outlasted generations, and neighbors who remember exactly where you belong. Look closer. There are rooms that no longer fit inside their houses. Photographs with names carefully removed. An ancient oak that stays warm after sunset. And beneath the abandoned Verrin Mill, something has been quietly weaving Hallowfield together longer than anyone remembers. Around here, every repair has a cost. Every missing thing leaves a thread. And Hallowfield keeps its own.
Enter this World →A World from The Velvet Cage
Welcome to the Dark. Pull Up a Chair. Welcome, seeker. My name is Sylvie Kestrel. I am the Mistress of the Macabre and your host here at Dear Dark. I am writing this by the light of a single beeswax candle while the rest of the world sleeps. I have always been an insomniac. I find that the truth is easier to see when the sun is out of the way. I make my best decisions after midnight with a deck of tarot cards and a very strong cup of tea. You have found your way to my digital sanctuary. This is a place for Cozy Horror and Gulf Gothic tales. It is a place for stories that feel like a warm quilt on a cold night. It is also a place for the shadows that crawl under the edges of that quilt. We are beginning a journey together into the humid heart of the Mississippi coast. I want to introduce you to a place called Cypress Canal. It is hidden behind the crooked willow trees and salt marshes of Bay St. Louis. It is a place where the humidity is a physical weight and the water is the color of over-steeped tea. This is the setting for our first serialized novel. I call it The Velvet Cage. The story follows Cass Miller's private diary entries. Cass is fifty-two years old and she is exhausted. She has spent her life fighting severe fibromyalgia and a world that was never designed for her left-handed grip. She is a legal secretary who is tired of being a burden. She is tired of being a hassle. Then she finds a miracle. She finds a stilt cottage on the canal for only four hundred dollars a month. She calls it Seafoam. The house is a dream. It magically soothes her physical pain. It possesses a strange and perfect southpaw logic. The sink handles are reversed for her hand. The doors swing wide to the right. The floorboards warm up to meet her aching feet. It is the first place that has ever truly seen her. It is the first place that has ever accommodated her. But in the canal, comfort is a predator. Cass soon discovers that this perfect sanctuary is actually a velvet cage. The house is a biological machine that feeds on autonomy. The more it helps her, the more it takes. I will be sharing this story with you week by week. You will receive the actual narrative in the form of Cass’s personal journals. You will see her find relief. You will see her fall in love with the quiet handyman named Beau. You will also see her realize that her independence is slowly becoming obsolete. But Dear Dark is not just about the fiction. We will operate on an eighty-twenty split here. Most of our time will be spent with Cass at the canal. However, you will also hear directly from me. I will send you my Midnight Musings and my Witching Wisdom. I will share the tarot pulls I use to guide the plot. I will give you behind-the-scenes lore about the ghosts and the rootwork of the Gulf Coast. We will have porch tea chats where we discuss the beauty of the macabre. I want this to be a community. I want this to be a place where we can talk about the things that go bump in the night and the crafts that keep us sane. I have spent my life writing in the dark. I am thrilled to finally have you here to share the shadows with me. The first entry of The Velvet Cage is already waiting for you. The tea is brewing. The cards are dealt. The humidity is rising. All you have to do is step inside. Pull up a chair. Pour yourself a cup of dark tea. Turn the page and let us begin. The canal has been waiting for you for a very long time. Stay restless, my dear residents
Enter this World →A World from Before the Frost
Welcome to Briarwood - small town America filled with romance and small town gossip! Come meet the regulars and the visitors, Biscuit - a sweet golden dog, will be happy to show you around...and if you just happen to buy him an ice cream, he'll be your friend for life. Gus will eventually come collect him from you.
Enter this World →A World from When the Ravens Gather
Welcome to Nythara, a continent built upon old bones. This continent contains vast and diverse regions, from the frozen mountains of the north to the shadowed forests beyond the King's borders; remnants of an older world still remain. *World Anvil is in progress and may contain spoilers*
Enter this World →A World from Traitor to the Throne
"Thirtyx's feet flagged the cobblestone path that had probably been there longer than one of Lamiakk's moons. According to the history books, the new celestial body had thrown the tides into such disarray that the Dragonfolk managed to seize the throne from the Selkies, ending the shapeshifters’ twenty-year reign. It had been the longest any group had held consecutive power in the world’s history. Until King Grimmary." --Traitor to the Throne, Episode 2
Enter this World →A World from What The Water Remembers
Welcome to Waterside, where old stories have a habit of being true. This World collects the places, legends, histories, and half-buried secrets surrounding Shandy LaVigne and the haunted college town she thought she understood. New entries will unlock as the story unfolds, but some things are better discovered before they are explained.
Enter this World →A World from Skidaway Alligator
Welcome to Hayley Falcon's world. Hayley is an amateur sleuth located on an island (Skidaway) south of Savannah. She graduated from Emerald University in Atlanta with a degree in Criminal Justice. She's married to Shawn, who she met in college, and has a daughter named Maxine. Hayley's mother is Patricia, also an amateur sleuth. Hayley began sleuthing at her mother's side. Then branched out on her own in college. She's an extremely talented sleuth, adept with modern technology, and even cutting edge technologies. And she can handle herself in face-to-face conflict.
Enter this World →A World from Mother Of Sand
The Shattered Sands is a world built on old wounds. Here, bloodlines carry strange gifts, sacred laws shape survival, and the desert remembers what its people would rather forget. Kingdoms rise, empires press at the borders, and beneath it all lingers the presence of a broken goddess whose story is far from over.
Enter this World →A World from Scion
Meridian is a city built on ambition. Glass towers rise through the fog, venture capital moves faster than consequence, and every company claims it is building the future. Founders become mythology. Reputation becomes currency. Careers can be rewritten with a press release. At the center of it all is a dense ecosystem of startups, investors, crisis firms, journalists, consultants, and the people whose names quietly disappear from the stories they helped create. *Scion* begins here—with Scion Tech, Ledger, Lyceum Partners, and the corporate machinery connecting them—but Meridian is bigger than any one company. It is a city where power rarely looks like power. And where the most dangerous person in the room may be the one nobody notices.
Enter this World →A World from Custodian
There is no map here. A parish in the cold country. A church, a rectory, and under the rectory a root cellar ten feet by twelve, seven-foot ceiling, three barrels of communion wine. Everything that matters happens in that room. Everything you learn about it comes from a man writing it down so he does not have to understand it. He kept the ledger as a scholar's record. You may read it as one.
Enter this World →A World from This Changes Everything: Vampire Romance in the Faetful Universe
There were two worlds that existed at the same time: The World of the Fae and The World of the Humans. They lived concurrently but as the human world vied for domiance and freedom from the more powerful fae they turned the fae into monsters to be destoryed and annihaliated. War for this world lasted millienia and many times the Fae have fought and nearly won a foothold in the dominant reality only to be pushed back again into the shadows, beyond the viel, or slaughtered into extinction. But do not fret my special child, we have beat them at their own game and the Birth of Aquarius is upon us.
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