The Deadlands - dry, arid, and merciless. A place where only the scent of death hangs loosely on the scorching winds. This is all that remains of a once bright world. This is the only world that Rain-Born has ever known. As a warrior of the Hanakh tribe she is without peer - a fearless, cold-blooded huntress. Knowing her skills, her village Elder bestows her with a sacred quest she must not refuse. She must reach the ancient Iron Forest and find the object that will save their tribe from certain destruction at the hands of their enemies: Callisto. But Rain-Born's journey is not her own. Unbeknownst to her, another wanders in the desolate wastes under very different circumstances. One who will come to call her friend. For these two travelers, the great Iron Forest holds the key to a brighter future... ...If they can survive long enough to reach it. ______________________________________________________________________ ----You may also find Callisto on: Royal Road.com (Crossposted as of 04/06/23)---- Awards: First Place in 'The Berry Pancake Awards' (22/01/23) First Place in 'The Gloria Regali Awards' (17/10/22) Second Place in 'The Count Awards' (15/04/22) Fifth Place in 'The Dusk Awards' (15/05/22) Features: Dystopian & Apocalypse 'Disastrous Dystopias and Paradise Utopias' (23/01/23) Stories Undiscovered 'Into the Abyss' (23/10/22) Wattpad Darkfantasy: 'Dark Laboratory' (15/09/22) Stories Undiscovered: Action/Adventure/Sci-Fi (03/06/23) Accolades: #1 in 'Talking Animals' (07/05/22) #2 in 'Girl protagonist' (18/05/22) #1 in 'Fantasy Adventure' (12/09/22) TW: Strong violence/language.

Some fates are worse than death--survival is one of them. In the two hundred years since humanity left the Earth's surface to live in the sky, life on the ground faded to a myth, a tragic memory from which they severed themselves to survive. They floated above continents turned to sand and lands swallowed by the seas, watched storm after storm rage against their cities and their monuments until they broke apart the last vestiges of civilization in penance for generations of human greed. As a lightning harvester charged with flying her ship into these storms for energy, Raina has seen more of the planet than most. She has spent her entire life soaring above its craters and scars, studying the gaping wounds of human devastation, as she honed her skills and became the youngest captain in storm-chaser history. Her ship has flown for generations. Her skills are unparalleled. But none of that matters the day they go down. ~ Praise for Earth, After: "I'm so not ready for this ending. I will reread this for sure. It's honestly my favourite work on wattpad ever, and among my best reads in general, it's insane. I love your creativity!" "Sometimes tearing my eyes away from the page is torture. Gosh...!!!!" "This is literally a movie - the images are so clear!" "oh my god... it has been such a long adventure [...] Youve dried up your surviving characters until the very last drop before giving the end, and my, Im speechless. Out of this world." ~ Highest rank: #17 in Adventure 25/08/19 #21 in Science Fiction 16/11/19 #24 in Action 01/01/20 Trident Awards Winner Trident Awards Judges' Favourite Award The Aurora Awards 1st Place in Science Fiction Wattpad Chronicle monthly feature April 2020

It's 2050, ten years after a disease affected humanity, killing most and turning most of the survivors into misshapen monsters that lust for human blood. Jodi River and Jacob Freedom are siblings surviving on their own in the wilderness of a deserted Australia. what will happen when they meet other survivors? And what is the secret that Jodi has kept from everyone, including her own brother, that could spell death for both of them if it was found out? (a post apocalyptic story)

After the decay, all professions of protection and policing became mercenary work. Perhaps they always were. Keeping with that tradition, we chase compensation where it is promised. We the company, being only ten winters old, are a young mob. We carry only three rules by whcich to live utmost. First, we are Sixty, and no more. Second, a man's service is Sixty years, and no more. Last and the most grave, no one here cares who you used to be. Our reputation is mixed, but known. Our tactics are haphazard, yet effective. We bear the symbol of the three legged coyote. Somewhere, behind, lie the traps that contain a piece of which we were all willing to leave behind. If we did not we would be dead.