Mary Jones
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The slime avatar finished its scouting. It vanished, and Neave returned to his body yet again. He was tucked away in a corner of his workshop. Piles of seemingly random tools and gadgets were strewn randomly around the room. There was a faint putrid stench in the air, and the black obsidian walls had numerous scratches and cracks. Placing a finger on his temple, Neave examined his condition. His brain was undergoing some sort of change. Its function was mostly fine, but that was entirely due to his…-
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Sateron backed away from the demonic entity, scoffing at it, “Talk!? You believe I have any reason to speak to a demon such as yourself?” The demon chuckled a bit, almost sadly, “I am not a demon, Sateron… I’m a monster.” “How do you know my name!? And whether you’re a monster or a demon, it doesn’t matter to me. You’re a beast, a horrid abomination that should be purged from existence!” The demonic monster before him smiled and said, “Perhaps you are right. Well, if you have…
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Nothing but two white lights peeked through the heavy armor the golem was wearing. Despite being fashioned out of scales, bendy parts, and numerous pieces, the armor was surprisingly fashioned out of a single, uninterrupted piece of metal. It strode through the dark hallways, unhindered by the lack of light. Its smooth movements could be confused with the actions of a regular human. There was no jaggedness to its stride. It was a smooth, forward, almost confident walk. A monster peered from behind one…
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Harel stepped forth, fury clear in her expression, “Oh, we should just die now, huh!?” Marven restrained her, but she just turned around and yelled at him. Dukean looked severe, “Are the demons on the move again!?” Hunter and Gabrias were quiet, and while Hunter kept looking at the others, Gabrias looked as if he had lost something important. Neave looked at them, unsure of what else to say. One thing was clear, though. They weren’t safe here. He wasn’t safe here, either. Dukean…
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Neave left Sateron alone and ran off into the distance. He didn’t really know how to feel about the young man. An anomaly, for sure, but there was no way to tell how it would reflect on Neave’s plans. For now, he put the matter of Astrador’s creation to the back of his mind as he ran free and explored the realm of nightmares. It had changed so much since his time in the loop. But he still recognized much of it. The peaks and valleys, ravines, and lakes were precisely where he left them. A…
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Something unusual was happening at the outer edges of its domain. It took it a while to notice, but now, it was clear as day. There were many monsters coming and going, but one was far more… Clever than the others. No matter, it thought. This was what Master was trying to achieve anyway. Foes worthy of facing him in mortal combat. Who was the shrub to take that away from him? Besides, it had more important things to focus on. Right in the center of the chamber, where the ambient energy was by far the…
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Neave sat in the center of the battle chamber, surrounded by the others. They had slightly displeased expressions, and it was for a good reason. All of them had found one or two powers they wanted to acquire, yet, Neave had summarily rejected all of them. The reason why? Neave’s liver. Well, not his liver now, but his liver before fusing his powers. Like a frog in gradually heating water, he hadn’t noticed that he was being boiled alive, and only now, as the water drastically cooled, did he…
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Thank you for reading the preview for The Jester of Apocalypse! The story is moving to Kindle Unlimited, so I can't have much more than an introduction available anywhere else! The first book is currently available for preorder at the links above, and it's releasing on the 13th of…
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Neave wrestled the typhoon puma while imbuing it with plasma spirit, and after a while, it finally began morphing. “Thank you! Fucking finally!” He dragged the monster that carried the trial for his speed-boosting ability and threw it on the pile of other morphing bodies. As they morphed into the gross semi-abominid with many limbs, Neave smacked it around, and finally, it was over. He returned to reality, back in his workshop. All of the components were finally in place. With the subsequent…
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As Neave observed the results of the merging, he felt… Well, not disappointment per se, as he hadn’t yet confirmed the actual results of the experiment, but he was certainly moderating his expectations. The two large abominids had merged into a single abominid roughly around the size of the larger one of the two. It was clear that the merging was successful as the resulting abominid looked distinctly different and had hints of both in its body. Now, the problem was… The final abominid hadn’t…
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