Discontinued - Clockwork Shadows
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This book is currently on hold and unfinished. To tell the truth, I'm probably never going to pic it up again, so I do not recommend reading it as it goes
Watson once thought he was the Dark Lord of All, creator of nightmares, bringer of evil.
He was wrong.
Now on the run, Watson's only hope resides with a mysterious book. A book that his relentless pursuers will do anything to gain.
Accompanied by a mysterious baker who uses a questionable meat in her pie and a woman who can wield a sword like no one else, Watson must navigate his ways through the treacherous city, in an attempt to survive.
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"Ooh I'm into this! It's enticing, it's witty, and I'm here for all of it.
I'm glad you made sure to put down the Dark Lord cliche, rather than going with it."
- @Oniriste
"Oh this is brilliant😂 can't wait to read the rest"
- @dreamingsleeping
"Fantastic beginning!"
- @8BadBunny8
"Great start! Really liked the combination of humor and sheer awkward of the situation, that I found myself chuckling at Watson's attempts to scare Mylan. Poor guy. He's trying so hard to fulfill his role, but can't get it right just yet...."
- @imallears2012
"I like this chapter so much! The humor and awkwardness combined made me laugh the whole time I was reading it. I should read more. Great job on hooking me to your story."
- @RelebornDavid
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