Anachronistic Stories

At 21, Sir Megumi is young to be a Knight Banneret, tasked with commanding a troop of men older than himself. Thanks to his Father Lord Satoru's wealth and position, he was considered favorably for the job. Megumi is disciplined, not having time to argue with the Knight-Elect Sir Yuuji. Yuuji is a commoner who was mysteriously thrust into their world at just 19 years old. He seemingly appeared out of thin air, something oddly familiar about his wild, pink mane. Lord Satoru is the powerful Duke of Midsummer and an accomplished knight. Nobody knows for certain, but it is rumored he once loved The Broken Knight. They say it was a whirlwind affair, cut short by an arranged marriage. Arranged marriages aren't uncommon, with Sir Megumi being set to marry Princess Hana. He doesn't love her, but he took an oath to do exactly as the king commanded. He didn't intend to break his oath, but these things never consider your intentions when they take hold of you.

War, conflict, and injustice are what inspire a maid to find a way to help both the people of her home country and abroad.

The stories here are not presented chronologically. Myassa is not chronological, nor is it particularly geographical, just "north Florida". You can't touch it but you can taste it. It's nowhere but you can always get there from here. You never see it coming and you never have to leave. You won't be alone because Myassa is open all night, every night. You unlock this dimension through the myth of Myassa. Beyond it is another demention: a demention of stupid, a demention of sight gags, a demention of mind farts. You're moving into a land both shallow and sophomoric, of alt history and ironies. You've just crossed over into... The Myassa Zone. "Where you're past is our future."

The first chapters of my novel, Steel and Flame. The story of two Auxiliarii officers, Zeneth and Ruwa, who embark on a quest which is bigger than expected. If you want to read the rest of this story, look it up on the link below! https://www.amazon.com/dp/B07KDZDR4P

Tall tales from Myassa, Florida, United States of A Merka. The stories here are not presented chronologically. Myassa is not chronological, nor is it particularly geographical, just "north Florida". You can't touch it but you can taste it. It's nowhere but you can always get there from here. You never see it coming and you never have to leave. You won't be alone because Myassa is open all night, every night. You unlock this door through the myth of Myassa. Beyond it is another demention: a demention of stupid, a demention of sight gags, a demention of mind farts. You're moving into a land both shallow and sophomoric, of alt history and ironies. You've just crossed over into... The Myassa Zone. "Where you're past is our future." From the introduction to volume one.

One girl's journey to rescue her family by travelling through an ancient world enslaved by soul-sucking demons.

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Rejected by Humans, Marked as Anomalies; We Who Walk in Borrowed Skins In a ruined future Japan, fox spirits in human skins wander war-scarred ruins, caught between returning spirits, wary survivors, and ancient machines that brand them anomalies and quietly add them to a kill list.

The tale of how Hobbesy came to be.

The East is the East, the West is the West, and the two of them are about to meet. With the Yorozuya gang going to visit America on a free trip to New Orleans tensions are high, but not in the way you might expect! Get ready for a southern-fried Gintama.