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Ali_Gin

Ali_Gin

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A book that doesn't challenge you isn't a book worth reading. An avid reader of wars and philosophy, I write historical and epic fantasy. Thank you for reading.

2023-09-10 JoinedCanada
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Lust For Life: Take Refuge In the Villain's Heart

After the downfall of her adoptive father, Elyssa Hendrick must get out of the Commonwealth. She blackmailed the owner of Sealion Cargo and got on the ship to the Republic. While trying to escape the Republican Customs, she hid in the interstice of containers and waited for her chance to sneak on top of a plying truck. Just when she was about to bolt to action, a large hand gloved in leather wrapped around her mouth from behind. Seized by a panic such as she had never experienced in the 18 short years of her life, she scrambled in his grip. A whiff of blood mingled with an intoxicating scent of cedar. “Shh.” He lowered his head. Clamped to his firm chest, she gulped at the dark red seeping through his shirt ivory white. She risked a glimpse up. Under a silver-black phantom half mask was a sculpted face. His jet-black hair looked wet, sweeping his shoulders. Contrasting his pale complexion were those burgundy red lips, above which, a straight nose cast a shadow on his thin eyes the color of onyx. He glanced down at her, his gaze otherworldly. “If you’re thinking of getting on the back of the truck,” he wheezed, his larynx heaving. “Bad idea.” Deep like the rumbling sea and magnetic, his voice threatened to drown any audience.

Ali_Gin · Urban
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13 Chs

Gods' Gaze

Every civilization in embryo aspires to be Rome while the one on deathbed laments it. Inspired by Rome, Gods’ Gaze is an epic historical fantasy of multiple POVs relying on authentic stratagems of twists and turns. No one gets to Bibbidi-Bobbidi-Boo out of trouble. "All warfare is based on deception, like the theater." Evoking his late father’s words, Cato Duilius Claudius assumes the alias, Moon Xeator, and he vows to have his vengeance. In the upcoming years, he plots to restore the dual consulship, his father’s legacy, by bringing down the Praetor Magnum and the Triumvirate that slaughtered his family when he was a child. Aware that nothing would crush a man as much as the chink in his own armor, he sows suspicions among his foes and lures them into overreaching. He games the power structure in which all participants are corruptible. Those he keeps around, he taps into their fears, hates, and wants as grist for his mill. He turns his friends into pawns, as does his life a board of chess. But the game he plays cuts both ways. His vengeance also brings home the bitterest misery, which is to know so much and still have control over so little. And there is no return for him now. He can’t look back as there is nothing behind; nor does he dare look forward, knowing the road ahead. All he has is the time at hand, and it all slips through him into ruins like quicksand. When he trades in what he holds dear only to arrive at his destination, what will he find there when nothing can ease the pain of his losses? Fleshed out by his flaws, Xeator never meant to choose good over evil. His journey rings true that every important idea is only valid as in a paradox with an opposing idea, and the power to rise obliterates, too.

Ali_Gin · History
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78 Chs