Adventure
The Conduit: Chapter 13
“What would you like to talk about, Commander Shepherd?” Max chuckled at the girl in front of him. They were hardly on formal terms, considering she was the victim of something horrible and he’d treated her like she was in protective custody rather than a suspect. Now, as he challenged her to a one-on-one, she was formalizing how she addressed him with some umph behind her tone.
By Jason Ray Morton 8 months ago in Chapters
From Silent Growth Engine to Scalable Platform: How Advertize.io Is Turning Strategic Media Into a Technology Business
For years, Advertize.io has been the kind of firm executives talk about in private—“They’re the ones you go to when you need to dominate the feed,” one founder told me. Another, after a campaign with the agency, watched his company’s share price rise 14% within a week, following what appeared to be a wave of organic online buzz.
By Dena Falken Esq8 months ago in Chapters
The Thornvault Accord - Part 5
The Thornvault did not end. It shifted, peeled, and folded upon itself like a dying god breathing one last lie. Elira trudged through a world unraveling at the seams, where glass grass cracked beneath her boots and the trees above her blinked with eyes of burning sapphire. The realm was breaking, slowly, deliberately, like it wanted her to witness every fracture.
By Richard Bailey8 months ago in Chapters
The Thornvault Accord - Part 4
Vaelin awoke not in a cell, nor in a Citadel of cold walls and sharper laws, but in a clearing of impossible silence. Glass-thorn trees stretched around him in every direction, tall as cathedral spires, their trunks a translucent violet that shimmered like frozen moonlight. The sky above churned slowly with colors he had no names for—amber-gold bleeding into bruised lilac, split with veins of silver lightning that never cracked but simply hung, as though time had paused mid-scream.
By Richard Bailey8 months ago in Chapters
The Thornvault Accord - Part 3
Vaelin stood atop the high ramparts of Black Hollow Citadel, wind slicing across the stone like judgment. The chill did not bother him. It rarely did anymore. Below, a city moved with mechanical precision, smokestacks churned gray trails into a pale sky, and soldiers in mirror-polished black armor marched in perfect formation around a central spire where laws were carved not in ink, but in blood and steel.
By Richard Bailey8 months ago in Chapters
The Thornvault Accord - Part 2
Elira woke to the scent of roses. Not the kind that grew wild near her cabin window, nor the dry, bitter perfume nobles bathed in to hide their greed. These smelled of memory—thick with honey and heartbreak. She opened her eyes to soft golden light spilling through carved windows. A breeze stirred silk curtains. Her bed was vast, draped in crimson sheets stitched with fire-thread. A crown rested beside her pillow, its shape reminiscent of a blooming flame.
By Richard Bailey8 months ago in Chapters
