Sophia White
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“It’s gonna be hard to prove that anything is better than a goatboy.” I crossed my arms, “Penelope agrees with me. Don’t ya Penelope!?” *Meeeeh!!* “I am always correct, and as an extension of me, my manservant is henceforth also always correct!" I held out my hand, “See?” Annie rolled her eyes. “I know for a fact that you can’t speak goat.” “I understand tha gist of it.” I told a little . “Uh, huh. To answer your question, feast your eyes on The paper was in a style…-
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“Thank you so much, Mr. Roughtuff! Something like this shouldn’t cause any problems. It’s only of sentimental value, really. A lovely little loophole.” Silverpen clutched his prize tightly. I smiled back. Poor naive egghead. That autograph from the gnomish pro-drinker Beatbox was probably going to be worth significantly more than a single gold piece sometime down the line. They were still free while it drove traffic to the Thirsty Goat Brewpub, but we were going to start charging for them…
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So, just in case you've been wondering when Beers will hit KU or Audible, I have a bit of news. Two pieces, actually! First is that the narrator for Beers has been chosen! I had a wide range to choose from thanks to my publisher, and after listening to some audio reels and careful consideration, I'm happy to announce who will be narrating Beers and Beards! Christian Gilliland of Portal to Nova Roma and Full Murderhobo fame will be acting out a dozen different Scottish/British/Canadian etc. accents…
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I, Peter Roughtuff, co-owner of Whistlemop’s Wonders and the Thirsty Goat Brewpub, reincarnated human from Canada, and Chosen Shaker of the God Barck, was having a bad day. A terrible, horrible, no good, very bad day. The kind people wrote children’s books about. My beard was frizzing, a goat had eaten half my breakfast, and my office was being attacked by a horrible monster that spoke in arcane riddles. A sphinx that taxed my patience and my business. I was on the “If you’d please examine…
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The Adventurer’s Guild in the dwarven city of Minnova was bustling, and there was an eager air that always came with a crop of new adventurers. Greentree had just undergone a Boss Shift, and the dungeon was ripe for fresh teams to learn the ropes. Monsters were most dangerous in their lairs, and it would take at least another year for the displaced denizens of the dungeon to settle into new territories. The large open hall was dominated by an enormous notice board on one wall. A collection of…
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Well, this has been an adventure! What originally started as an fruitless search for dwarf-lit after a game of deep rock galactic has turned into something a bit bigger than I expected! I want to give a huge thanks to several people that were involved in the making of book 1!! My darling wife, Mystic Neptune, whose journey into publishing was what gave me the idea "why don't I just write my own damn dwarf story", and who supported me with child-care and editing over these crazy past months. My beta…
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Somewhere else. On the side of a cliff there stood a white stone gazebo. Mist fell from a great waterfall that stretched beneath it, vanishing into the clouds below. A black mountain rose up behind it, seeming to touch the sky. A circular marble table sat in the centre of the gazebo, and a group of cloaked figures sat around it in ornate wooden chairs. A board lay on the center of the table, eight ornate pieces atop it. The pieces moved about in an ancient game that no mortal could ever hope to…
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I sat in Annie’s office and spun a pencil around my index finger. It was a favourite trick of mine, and it had taken a while to get my thick dwarf paws to do it properly. Beside me, Aqua was trying to copy the motion, and I snickered as her pencil flipped up and smacked her in the nose. She scowled and shoved me, then got back to her paperwork. I sighed and looked down at my own messy desk. If there was one thing I hadn’t missed from Earth, it was paperwork. Now that I was a shareholder of the…
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I underestimated the power of advertising in this new world. I already saw how successful it could be with my little speech in the arena. I The verdict was in. Our beer was smoother, clearer, We sold out in four days. After the first day, Whistlemop hired some additional hands to sell beer while the brew-crew bottled a fresh batch of Ass-Blaster in the brewery. The new batch didn’t get to bottle-condition properly - that really needed a whole week - but it was good enough. We started the feud…
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