Xe'Cala Maral Nerys loves nothing more than performing her job as Shaman of a small village. Her goddess is her lifeblood, and it is for her sake that Xe'Cala sacrificed her hands, her emotions, and her free will to exclusively serve as the spiritual leader of her people. Whether she had a choice or not was debatable. That never bothered her, however. Choices are easier to make when a goddess makes them for you. That is, at least, until a centennial vision from her goddess tells of a horrible disaster befalling Xe'Cala's tribe of diris. And this time, her goddess is not choosing for her. Left to fend for herself, Xe'Cala is forced into a choice she never should have had and thrown into a chaotic spin as she tries desperately to balance her goddess-granted magic with her diri-born humanity. With her world crumbling around her, Xe'Cala knows that the only thing standing between her people and an untimely death is the Shaman's choice. She can only hope she chooses correctly.

Gwendolyn Brynn was always warned to stay away from the swamp near her house. Now that she has spent God knows how long wandering it with only Merimore Long for company, she understands why. Meri's constant invitation to "the feast" fills her with more dread than relief, and the child corpses she has to avoid only make the place more foreboding. And yet, with exhaustion slowly taking over her body and voices screaming in her ears, this begins to sound more and more appealing. Her choices are narrowing, and Gwen is acutely aware: one way or another, she's going to find out the secret of the feast. *Cover made by @LauraT_98. Thanks so much!*

11x featured wattpad story. Before everything, it's assumed there was nothing, but what if there was no real difference between the two? Just two extreme philosophies from the first conflict. The planet Huom has been under observation for longer than should technically be possible. The primary watcher, a bitter black hole, is excited to see that there is finally a proverbial Darkness at the end of the tunnel. Meanwhile, on the planet, in the freezing mountains of Empris, Lyeasrakardsul, the oldest living sorcerer, suffers from devastating nightmares. At the same time, far away in the sandstone desert of Zenon, Herschel, a man filled to the brim with weird ideas is escaping a prison filled with strange old men. What does all this have to do with arsehole Gods, hairy Dwarfs, frustrated Afreets, curious Knomes, lizard-women, and nude Áettar? Perhaps Nothing, perhaps Everything... but why can't it be both?