Clara Avery was a normal human girl. Or, at least, that was what she'd been made to believe. And yet amidst the dying flames of her ruined car, the few boxes of her personal belongings, and her relentless bad luck, Clara has something far more valua...
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Obsidian's Reign was the very first story I wrote and completed at 17. It had no direction and no goals; the entirety of the story written at a whim. I doubted my capabilities back then and felt that the plot was mediocre and filled with holes (which it probably was). I say with all seriousness now, that if I had not received as much support and encouragement from you, dear readers, this story would not have reached its completion.
There have been times when I considered unpublishing the work, but decided to rewrite it instead, filling the plot holes and smoothing the rough edges as best I could.
I still have doubts even now but because of you, Obsidian's Reign has become a work I am proud to call my own.
Thank you to the very first group of readers who, by sheer coincidence, became my beta readers and whose constructive criticisms shaped the story into what it is today.
Thank you to everyone who supported the story, and who gave up their time to immerse in the obsidian world. The story would not have gotten as far as it did without you.
Thank you for the kind words of encouragement and support, without which I would not have the confidence to keep writing and—I shudder to think—would likely have started and stopped with Obsidian's Reign.
For that, and for everything else, I sincerely thank you.
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