London, 1920s. Lola Lane sings every night under the lights of the Kaleidoscope, the most glamorous venue in the city. Robin Calloway writes stories that all of London reads, though no one knows who Robin Calloway really is. Two women. Two invented names. Two lives built from scratch in a city that asks no questions. But London has a way of complicating things. A painter who is as difficult to ignore as he is to understand. A landowner from Somerset who has been searching for someone for over a year. A charming American who can't stop thinking about Robin Calloway. And a story, written in secret, that could change everything between them. Powder & Ink is a story of freedom and its price. Of love that arrives when you least want it. Of friendship tested to its limits. And of two women who left everything behind... only to discover that some things have a way of finding you. This is the story Robin chose to tell.

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When Alex moves into his new apartment, the last thing he expects is a girl who doesn't know her name - one only he can see, one who can't touch anything, one who vanishes without warning and reappears like she never left. Emma knows one thing: this apartment was her home. Everything else - her name, her past, her people - is gone. Together they search for answers. What they find is both simpler and more impossible than either of them expected: Emma isn't dead. She's in a coma in a hospital across the city, caught between two worlds - the one where her body lies still and the one where only one person can see her. As Alex visits her bedside and Emma haunts his apartment, the distance between them becomes the most real thing either has ever felt. Some connections don't wait for the right circumstances. Between Life and You is a slow-burn romantic drama about memory, survival, and what it means to be seen by exactly the right person at exactly the wrong time.

"SOME BONDS ONLY SHARPEN WITH DEATH." The Dawnsworn raised Ruik to be loyal. They branded him a traitor instead. Exiled and hunted, he is guided by that which he swore to kill-Rivulet-a vampire awakened by the taste of his blood. A relic whispers his name. A goddess watches with quiet hunger. The Veil calls to him once more. Obsession pulls at his soul-but choice burns in his heart. Rivulet sees the man Ruik was... and the god he could become. Power could save their fractured world. It could also unmake it. To protect her, Ruik may have to embrace the very thing that once broke him. And some bonds are not meant to be tamed.

"This broken dawn is not the end, my little star. The blood will be washed away by the tears of the Stars and the day will start anew." The Stars had cursed them all. Their homes, their lives, their loves - everything had been uprooted. Now, all they had were their breaths, their heartbeats... and the will to continue on.

Once, she was a peach tree bathed in spring wind; he, a five-colored stone sleeping beneath her roots. In the age before light, they shared the same breath of heaven and earth. Through endless cycles of death and rebirth, they learned to be human- only to find that no life felt complete without the other. When they meet again in the mortal realm, destiny burns anew. Two souls, one flame- their reunion will ignite the heavens.

Transcendence is the revolt against the unbroken wheel of time, and the desire for a perfected state beyond the degenerating interdiction of time. There have been eras of peace and prosperity no one would have hesitated to stop the clocks forever for; Nietzsche was right that the joy of a moment could affirm the whole of eternity. So we rest on the joy of the eternal return, hoping again for that one ecstatic moment of aesthetic ecstasy which affirms the whole of eternity.

A battle between the conscious and subconscious mind.

FROM LOGIC ENDS is a cracked mirror of a collection - peering into the bizarre, the bent, and the beautifully wrong. Within these pages, yellow ducks might watch you back, eyes glitch in reflections, and memories scream through vending machines. Every story tears at the seams of reality, where the strange isn't just welcome - it's the narrator. The mind urge to relive the innocence but die at the cruelity of the world. The world that's eager to feed about the innocent and puke the blasphemy. To the dark comedy lovers... its my HOMAGE. Read. Listen. Pretend cause the wile are feeding and DUCKIES are leading.