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The Lineage of Wyneward: The Peace within Our Grasps
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Ongoing, First published Apr 08, 2019
The year is unknown and the world has restarted like the beginning of time.
Far into the future, humans wanted to forget the future, and start over.  In doing so, they created disaster and war against each other through the conflict of wishing to keep expanding the future.  Others wished to revert, until finally, as foreshadowed, humans put themselves into extinction.  Half of the world is in ruins and the population is scarce.  But, deep in the woods, there lay a few small Lineages titled after their occupation.  
When things grow chaotic between the Lineages, Maeve struggles to keep her family together and bring peace back to the once harmonious people.

(Until I finish it completely, there will be grammar errors and such here and there, so please have some patience.  When the novel is finished, I will do a run-through to clean it up.)
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WHAT PRICE EARTH

3 parts Ongoing

Earth spins, a glittering prize in a cosmic game, its fate bartered by elites who sneer from their gilded towers. These self-anointed gods sold humanity's soul to the Quantari, cold overlords from our solar system's shadows. In exchange for sparing our world, they trade us as currency, our lives mere chips in their interplanetary gambit. Every crisis, every cure, is their lie, spun to mask the harvest. Cynicism festers where trust once grew; their promises are poison, their power a leash. As the Quantari tighten their grip, humanity's spark dms. Yet, in the dark, rebellion whispers. The price of Earth? Our defiance.