http://slow.writerscafe.org/arkangel11 The original writings of author S.Diane.L. en-us Copyright 2026 WritersCafe.org 1776036159 WritersCafe.org RSS Generator 15 A little catch up with me :] http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/arkangel11/2815002/ Please for the love of God keep in mind that this is a rough draft and it is more than likely going to undergo massive changes as I write and rewrite sections of this. Chapter one is bumpy and rough, it needs plently of TLC that I will get around to. Anyway, let me know how the plot seems thus far a.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/arkangel11/1971361/ http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/arkangel11/1971357/ It wasn’t supposed to be like this. Life was supposed to go in a very different direction, it was supposed to be easy and safe. But here he stood, watching as his soldiers were being slaughtered like pigs to the slaughter house. And what was he doing? 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His males were fighting to the death, with both swords and magic… but how long could they honestly expect to hold off.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/arkangel11/1907996/ This is, in all honesty, my who’s who list. Sometimes, I notice I can forget a character, or forget how that exact character fits into the story. So, here it is: A who’s who list of all the important characters in “Soul of Nowhere.” I plan to actually make a series on this, I.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/arkangel11/1907690/ Sitting alone outside the Prince’s tent, Ariana sighed and looked up at the darkening sky. The moon was high above, it’s light just beginning to shimmer across the battle torn meadows. By Nyrentian, the Life Giver, the land was massacred. 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