The Fourth wall breaking of DEADPOOL meets JANE AUSTEN meets MAGICAL WEIRDNESS
When a mysterious new boy comes to town, seventeen-year-old odd ball, Peneloper Auttsley, must confront the secrets of her past in order to save her present.
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John, the penner of Revelations, is a dick. Excuse my French. He drinks all my wine and his terrier yips at all hours of the night, choosing to pee on my half of the shared balcony. He's a terrible writer, too. Couldn't pen a better reveal than the one I just wrote if he had ink and parchment in excess and six months time.
Gideon Darquish, the boy of nightmares, has teamed up with the original Fourth, an ancient deity banished to oblivion, who had taken it upon himself to survive in nothing, which, now that I and the rest of the Council think on it, makes perfect sense.
Never wasn't supposed to exist. Nothing that existed, or was to exist, or had even the slimmest chance of existing, like jeggings accepted at the office, could destroy him. And he'd survived that place which never should have nurtured life. And now he's back, pissed off, and hungry to cash in on the Auttsley curse, destroy the magical line, and reclaim his position. The downfall of this all, being the end of everything.
Kelpner Finn chooses to rely on Peneloper Auttsley to see her story through to its end. To become that which he has seen she has the potential to be. To save the layers. To confront death and come out just as lively on the other side.
She has a great story to tell and maybe one day, she'll realize her protagonist-potential and write it down.
Or perhaps she'll enlist someone else to tell it, someone with a steel-trap of a mind and an infallible memory, who can scribble down, in precise detail every time Crispen Heavensley caused a blush to ascend her cheek or a flutter to overtake her normal heart rhythm. Kelpner enjoyed a good drabble, and found writing a novel rather novel an idea, but such information is neither here nor there.
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• Behind Enemy Lines •
"There is no time to waste." Kelpner Finn repeated the mantra that had presided over the entirety of their Council meeting, without grasping its meaning. Despite the urgency he spoke of, he lapsed into his normal, slower-than-molasses manner of approach, as he crushed Gideon's secret in his hand. His cherubic features, round face, plump cheeks, and pert mouth, spread out and tightened, his expression clouding over.
"But you made us wait for a-" Chant shifted from one foot to the other, his face dour. Peneloper tried to reach her friend, tried to warn him against the failings of using logic and the events of a few minutes ago against people who stood stalwartly behind obliviousness. "-a presentation. Then, Nells got her memories back, and she conjured magic and that skeleton came and-"
Peneloper grabbed her friend's wrist and shook her head. "Don't try to get them to understand the hypocrisy. It's about as useless as a teacher trying to teach me." Understanding immediately flooded the eldest Luric's gaze.
Kelpner rounded on him, eyes glowing an eerie white. "The events that have occurred in our chamber, needed to occur. And our meeting?" He straightened out his shirt sleeves. "We were trying to improve public opinion."
