Patricia Miller
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Hello all. Long time no talk ;,). Sorry for being away for so long. I had a bit of a cancer scare and it destroyed my mental. Writing was no longer fun, and I had lost interest in a lot of things. Am sorry :(. I had a whole funny thing written out but, it just felt lacking, so I skipped it.) Am I back fully? Maybe, I've been feeling like my self a lot more lately, so yes. Is my writing burn out gone? Its close to bieng gone yes. But that is beside the point. I come with news. Whispers is getting a…-
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As the words left my lips, his eyes widened slightly. "But I haven't seen such a device before. Nor has anyone who has delved into your domain." "I know. We only recently got back into development. We should have a working model here in the next few weeks if you want to see it. However, it is a technology we will not be actively selling if that's what you think. At most, we will only place a station here and potentially other vital areas. Maybe more if you agree to form a company with me." I dropped that…
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Calixa Pov: The town was beautiful, but in what felt like an antiquated way. It was like I was attending a Renaissance festival, but with a heavy touch of fantasy elements. In fact, there were a few elves standing near a tavern-like building that looked like they were straight out of a Tolkien novel. Which was impressive in its own right. But I had to restrain myself from gawking at everything. But I circled back to what he said earlier about the war golems. The way he said it reminded me of machines of…
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I fought through the countless horde of the undead. My mind was locked on a single purpose as I pushed through the hallway. Members of the traitor's force fell with each swipe of my sword, and bodies crashed onto the floor. I had long since lost contact with the rest of my forces and instead took my path. It wasn't like I needed them with me. No one here outside of Viator was any threat to me. Hours passed by as heads rolled. It seemed like no matter how many of the undead I killed; another took its…
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"Warriors of Asteria, to me!" I bellowed as I cut down another traitorous soldier. His body blew apart from the sheer force of my strike as I stepped forward. Around me, the fighting grew more intense as I marched forward. More and more strike teams poured from no-man's-land into the first perimeter, meeting the traitors' forces in a clash of steel and magic. I pushed through a few more soldiers who tried to intercept me. My eyes focused on what I knew to be the command center. With each swing of my…
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Alessia stepped into the room behind me and nodded toward Miranda, who reached in and closed the door behind us, giving us a fleeting moment of privacy. I reached into my cloak, quickly undid the buttons, shifted it to the side, and pulled out my sports bag that had stuffed all of our necessities. I placed it on the bed, undid the top, reached its depths, and pulled out Nyx’s backpack. “Here you go,” I told her as I placed it on the bed for her to forage through. “But once you finish with it,…
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as I hit close to chapter 200 in my backlogs, I wanted to take a moment to talk about the future of Asteria, and this novel. I know that some of you were growing frustrated with what was perceived as a shift in focus to a more family oriented novel. That wasn't the end goal and it's been addressed. On that same note, I have finally settled on Asteria's tech level. Steam punk with a touch of war world 1. There will be no automatic machine guns, or nuclear weapons, But as you have more than likely guessed,…
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While the undead was busy picking through the remains of the zombie, I grabbed my sword and used the dead juggernaut to clean its venerable edge before I slid it back into its sheath. It's been so long since I've felt this alive. I rolled my head, shot my gaze across my undead, and watched as they quickly picked apart the dying horde. They were efficient, and they didn't tire. That meant work got done at a blistering rate, making logistical planning all the easier. I crossed my arms and scanned the…
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The ground trembled as a monstrous roar split the air. I placed my hand on the hilt of my blade and stared out across the battlefield. For the last day, the horde has pressed into my legion nonstop. Bodies were torn apart, and congealed blood pooled at the base of the soldiers on the front line. Shields and swords were slick with dried blood, and metal was chipping and falling apart. This type of warfare would have been unimaginable if this was back in our glory days. But now, here we are, fighting day…
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Octavian Pov: I stood on top of the hill and gazed at the sprawling planes. All around me, the troops were busy repaving roads and cutting down trees to convert into more resources for us to use. They were like an army of ants as they worked and swarmed over the projects, finishing them at a blistering rate. "Warmaster, the preparations are complete for an outpost. The scouts are already reporting a large horde on the way. The scouts estimate a force almost double our number. We expect contact in no less…
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