And in the middle of this is NaNoWriMo. Which I'm 3,000 words behind in right now. Yay. This workshop just kind of killed any desire I have to write right now. Which is not good at all. Damn.


Savior 1.2730 Ikol Avenue turned out to be a small, one-story house that looked as if it had come straight out of a children's book. It was a perfect pale blue, with red and white checked curtains in the windows and a beautiful iron knocker in the shape of a lion on the door. Never mind the spattering of blood on the doorstep or the weeds choking the lawn.Savior 1.2
Trick hesitated outside the gate, his fingers tight on the butt of his gun. He was even paler than normal, his throat dry.
"Come on, Mister I-Hate-Blood-But-Still-Became-An-Agent," Raja urged, rolling her eyes. "If there's this much on the steps, someone has to be bleeding in


Savior 1.1Nothing is impossible. Especially in a world where majyk and technology coexist like they do in Atla. If something can't be done with science, odds are it can be accomplished with majyk. You just have to have enough power. -Trick Araeli MathisSavior 1.1
The pages crinkled softly, their edges brushing against each other with every turn of the parchment. Three spells to the end. Two. One.
Trick groaned as he shut the spell book with a solid thump. It was a tattered old thing, previously lost in the depths of the Agency library and probably all but forgotten about. Most of the he'd been looking through were like that.
He s


Savior: Prologue"What's the mission statement of the Agency?" Araeli 'Trick' Mathis asked without looking up from his textbook.Savior: Prologue
Kelaen bit his lip and studied his reflection in the little mirror on the wall. "Do you have to quiz me now? I've got a date in ten minutes, Trick."
"Then answer the question. I'm not going to let you fail Amovan Government again. We can't afford it." He sighed and jotted down something in the notebook beside his book. "And you've got a test tomorrow, don't you?"
Kelaen frowned and tugged at a tangle in his long, black hair. "I wish you'd stop hanging out with my teachers."
"Can't help it. What's the Agen


Angels and NerdsMy name is Xander Roberts and I work in the library café. Well, I used to, at least. Until I got caught up in this weird war thing between good and evil. At least, thats what my boyfriend, Liam, tells me.Angels and Nerds
Hes an angel. My guardian angel, technically. And hes not really my boyfriend, either. I just wish he was. We are partners, though. In this organization called Curator AngelusGuardian Angel, for those of us less linguistically inclinedwhich seeks out magical implements that could potentially harm the human race and destroys them. Or catalogues and stores them. Depending on how dangerous or holy or so
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If you give a mortal the world, they ask for the universe
---Gondail
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"The light fairy comes and turns them on."
"I didn't know lights got horny!"
"I didn't know he got laid...off."
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If you give a mortal the world, they ask for the universe
---Gondail
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"The light fairy comes and turns them on."
"I didn't know lights got horny!"
"I didn't know he got laid...off."
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If you give a mortal the world, they ask for the universe
---Gondail
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