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Snippet of Chapter 31: A Mother's Revenge

Excerpt from chapter 31 of Maple Cookies and Leather Bound Books. Out now! Read it here

Lucien was limp and bleeding, likely unconscious. The guards Beron had sent to fetch his mother were taking their time, and Eris prayed that it was because they couldn’t find her. That Rhysand had gotten her out. Beron had let the remaining guards take their frustrations out on him and Lucien. Mostly Lucien. After Eris' display, they hadn't dared to touch him in any sexual manner, but Beron seemed happy to let them continue torturing them both.

Beron was growing more anxious and annoyed the longer the guards took to fetch Eleanor. Eris was growing weary. It certainly wasn't the longest he'd spent in a cell, but after using most of his strength to stop Ripper and injuring himself in the process, he had little else to use. He was mostly trying to stay conscious now. He wondered how long Beron would keep them here if Eleanor was no where to be found.

Beron paced, distracted and impatient. He’d stopped asking questions about who was poisoning him, content to let Lucien and Eris hurt for now. Perhaps he wanted to wait until Eleanor arrived. Maybe he wanted to question her instead. Her eldest son and her favorite son strung up and bleeding. One dying. Beron was counting on them to break her. Perhaps he would follow through on his promise to let the guards rape her and tell the world that his wife died.

If he did, Beron had to know that he would be dead as soon as Eris was released. He’d already pushed him with Lucien and seen the reaction. Eris didn’t have much strength left, but Beron didn’t know that. He clearly hadn’t known what Eris was capable of, though neither had Eris until he’d snapped. But as soon as Eris was released, the power would return and replenish his strength. It was all a waiting game now.

Beron stood and began yelling at one of the guards. He had lost all his patience. Eris ignored them and turned to Lucien. His chin was pressed against his now bare chest. "Lucien." He hissed. "Wake up."

Lucien didn't respond. His breathing had slowed. Blood was covering most of his front. The blood from losing his eye was dried and his hair was matted down with blood and sweat. "Please, Lucien, wake up." 

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Am I Too Late chapter one snippet

An excerpt from chapter one of the Jayvik fanfic "Am I Too Late?" on ao3:

Jayce fell to the floor. He instantly knew he was in the wrong time. Perhaps the wrong timeline. He was in the broken building, except it was whole. The Counsel hadn’t been blown up yet. Which meant Viktor was alive. Seeing Mage Viktor grown old had been it’s own shock. It had been a meeting of warnings and pleas to save his own timeline. There was no time nor the reciprocated desire for a heartfelt reunion, no matter how much Jayce had wanted to hold him.

It had reenforced how Jayce felt about Viktor. He'd loved Viktor for a long time. But loving Mel had been easier. It'd been easier than complicating his friendship with Viktor. Loving her had been easier, and he had loved Mel. He'd loved her until they had grown to be too much and not enough for each other. He loved her still, loved her enough to let her go. But Jayce loved Viktor too much. Too much to let go. He loved him enough to fight. 

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After being dropped in the wrong timeline, Jayce takes what little time he has to try to save this world before he leaves to his own doomed timeline. Can the Jayce and Viktor he leaves behind avoid ruin that so many other timelines and worlds are facing? And can they process their own feelings for each other along the way?

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I am Kareman Dohan، From besieged Gaza

I record this message in the 21st century, specifically in the year 2025, fully aware and in sound mind. I hereby testify, confess, and declare that a criminal entity—ruled by violent gangs—has revived the horrors of Nazism, and has even surpassed them. For over 600 days, it has committed one of the greatest atrocities of our modern age, in a place called Gaza. They murdered our children before our men, our women before our youth. They destroyed homes, displaced families, and starved the innocent. And this brutal campaign has not stopped—not even as I speak these words. The world today counts more than 8.2 billion people, Yet not a single force has been able to stop the bloodshed, or protect the defenseless.

I call upon every free soul, every conscience still alive, Spread this message far and wide.

Speak up. Act.

Support my people. Support my family.

Let your silence not be another weapon used against us.

Silence is complicity.

Solidarity is a duty.

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