to war once more.

They brought a beautiful pectoral a clear stone polished so it was almost transparent and that was the color of a mountain lake, it was encased in a triumph of goldsmith mastery depicting the conquests of Imenos, the chain itself was made of hundreds of links in the shape of riders and birds and other animals of the world. It is in truth a priceless piece. They put it around the poor youth's neck and something happened... his wounds closed, he stood back up standing taller than before. Witnesses claim he was glowing and his presence could be felt over the crowd as if he was... They say it was as if being in the presence of a god, which is ridiculous since no one remembers the time of the Ancients." "You think he was healed by whatever was left of the lamasu blood of his ancestors?" "I have never heard of a healing stone or jewel before, so I guess it must be it." "What happened next?" "The clans assembled for the first time since Imenos and Caspilor declared that they had to return to the culture of the steppes. The nomad lifestyle. They raised to the ground the city of Beelzegrond and that's when we knew that, how do you say it? Shit was about to fly in our faces?" "Shit was about to hit the fan... but you need fans for that to work."

I am a monster pretty much in every possible definition of the term. If you needed a trigger warning, there it is. Of course I wasn't born so, no one ever is. We are made monsters by the shit life does to us. It's never fair, there is no justice. And the good guys do not win at the end because there are no good guys. I guess most people are grey. Some a lighter shade and others, the vast majority are oscillating between neutral grey and darker shades of it. I like that metaphor: it's clean, almost pretty. There's no prettiness in my life. It broke when I was thirteen and I have been making it everybody's problem since then.

"The rumor of the advent of a lamasu is spreading, Terrebun and Antenora told it to the Raksasha and now the whole of Ilem knows, Erebus only talks about it and the cities of the Tcheremis Ash Fields are buzzing with the wildest tales. Soon the Mesopotamos, Dis and Old-Babel will be aware of it also."

Voici quelques nouvelles lgbtq+ ! 🌈 La plupart présentées sous la forme de fables pleines de douceur, elle regroupent : • WxW {lesbienne} • AroAce {asexuel + aromantique} • BxB {gay} • Aro {aromantique} Et bientôt d'autres ! 👀 Bonne lecture à vous ! :)

La vie d'Edem, jeune lycéen et prodige du volley, bascule lorsqu'on lui diagnostique une maladie rare. Il se retrouve alors partiellement paraplégique... et placé en hôpital spécialisé par sa mère sans plus d'explications. Incapable de lui pardonner et complètement isolé, Edem rêve de sa vie d'avant. Mais son quotidien change lorsqu'il fait la rencontre d'Axel, un autre patient de la clinique, qui risque bien de bousculer toute sa vie, et ce, sur tous les plans... Edem va-t-il réussir à accepter et à apprécier sa nouvelle vie ? ---------------------- Écrite à l'origine dans le cadre de l'appel à textes du Pass Culture, qui avait pour thème "Un pas en avant", je vous propose cette courte nouvelle sur Wattpad pour que vous puissiez la lire ! Bonne lecture à vous <3 TW : Maladie, hôpital, mention de self-harm, problèmes familiaux.

Second part of the 'Our Little Gods' Saga. As Rabatea sinks deeper in a war from which no one seems to be safe, the Tools of destiny and their companions are cast to an otherworld where the clash of divine powers threatens to rips the very fabric of the universe. In Goldrac, the oldest and first of the worlds, Fenelon, the wizard of the age leaves his isolation to seek out his destiny as the powers of the world spins the wheels that will set them against a threat beyond all they have ever been confronted to.

Thus begins the 'Our Little Gods' Saga. A master and his three pupils start off on a trip that should take them to the Triadic Archipelago for the festival season. But to the boys, what should be a pleasure cruise down the Elder Realms to the splendors of Feroll, turns into a race against an enemy of their world down the Broken Lands ruined by the cataclysm that wrecked the greatest of the Elder Realms one hundred and sixty-five years earlier. Nothing is what it seems and everything has become lethal in this coming of age tale full of myths, powers, and mysteries. (https://www.facebook.com/ourlittlegods for maps and other resources)