Half-Fictional-Queen

I’m still trying to process this-thank you a thousand times over for voting for my book! And for following the storyline so intently! Every single click feels like a little confetti cannon going off in my heart. You didn’t just vote, you made this story feel seen, and you made this slightly chaotic author feel so, so loved. I can’t believe this tiny idea in my head made it this far, and it’s all because of you. Seriously, you’re the reason this ride is even possible, and I’m endlessly grateful for every read, vote and cheer you’ve sent my way. It genuinely makes me so happy that you've been following the updates so quickly-really warms my heart, haha! Thanks so much for that! Please do keep reading and have an amazing day!

Please don’t advertise your book on my profile. If I’ve never read it, I might not like it. I don’t need you asking me to read it. Thank you.

They told him his magic was a flaw.
          
          They were right.
          
          He didn't just fail his Ascension Exam, he broke it. And when his power flooded the hall, it didn't just shatter crystal, it revealed everyone’s secrets.
          
          Now branded unstable and unemployable, Bram has two choices:
          
          Disappear into the system’s files…
          
          Or listen to the dragon buried beneath the city.
          The one that calls him Aperture.
          
           READ IF YOU LOVE:
          • Magic systems with brutal political teeth
          • Academic rivals you can’t stop thinking about
          • Cities built on buried dragons & beautiful lies
          • Protagonists who are done being quiet
          
          They wanted him to be quiet.
          
          He’s about to be loud.
          
          https://www.wattpad.com/story/378348546?utm_source=android&utm_medium=link&utm_content=story_info&wp_page=story_details_button&wp_uname=indig0jesse

A thing is ‘read like a book.’ My emotions are a book. The cover is very different from the contents. There’s plot holes, cliffhangers, confusion, and chaos.

Does talking to myself keep my sanity intact or does it harm my sanity? I feel fine

If we suddenly switched America to the metric system what would happen? Would the country dissolve onto anarchy? Honestly? Knowing America, probably.

I practically talk to myself here. Does anyone read these?

If I dressed up a a crow and searched for another crow, would it be attempted murder?

Are animals jealous that we have opposable thumbs? Do they recognize that fact? Do they notice that we have opposable thumbs? Do they care?

Can thestrals see each other?