
The Celeste Files
book 2 of Early Adopter
book 2 of Early Adopter
As a sanitation worker from a major city, Saffron had so little time to itself in the outside world. All those old fears of humans being replaced with machines were all for naught; not out of concern for worker’s rights, though the union had a big hand in this.
In another world, Vallens’ typical day revolved around ver cats, work, ver extensive library of trashy low fantasy books, and puttering around in the game. At such a high position, ve only needed to show up a few hours a week, to read and respond to a few emails (or
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After having a fabulous morning, during which Eisbaer found the perfect fabric for Saffron’s cloak, and discounted, to boot, this was the news she came home to? “Way to marsh my mallow,” she said, draping a damp cloth over her eyes. The staff was finished, the cloak halfway there.
Saffron tapped at its interface, navigating it like a drunken toddler. Now was a good time to adjust the font size on its HUD. The visuals weren’t the issue; it was the damn narrowness of the keyboard that screwed it over. And of course, having an unsuccessful day of
“Sorrel, is it?” Zelamir leaned against the cane her doctor (and Laken) insisted she use when out and about. They seemed to think she was frail, in constant need of a shoulder to lean on. In reality, she retained some muscle weakness from being bedridden and suffering a nasty back
“Oh, good taste, Saffy!” The wolf’s ears drooped at the nickname, but it didn’t push back, either. “Thanks,” Saffron said, rubbing the back of its neck. “I knew I wanted something sturdy and long lasting, so this seemed like the best choice of the lot...” Eisbaer awkwardly balanced
“You feeling alright, Capsule? You're mighty quiet today.” “I'm fine,” they mumbled. “Just distracted.” They'd scoured so many shops already, but none had those elusive ingredients. Cass had tried to lighten the mood with jokes and commentary, but Meike just couldn't match
Reluctance set in once Eisbaer was on her own, standing before the faceless wooden figure. Her beloved Trenton idled at her heels, waiting for instruction. “Well, I never thought I’d be doing this again.” But it was either this or harassing poor bunnies in the woods, and she didn’
As lovely as it was to be reunited with Zelamir, the gang had to retire to their respective inns. Meike in particular felt tired from the combination of good food and company. Hugs and warm goodbyes were exchanged, and then they were all plunged back into the cold. Meike shivered,
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“We’ve got clients lined up already, Trenton! Can you believe it?” Granted, Eisbaer suspected most of these pottery enthusiasts were NPCs. Or worse—players utterly devoid of creativity. When she put out that tentative post in the Global Chat (also worriedly devoid of life), she expected one or two
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A queer futuristic portal fantasy, set in the same universe as Early Adopter
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After being isolated for so long, it was a delight to be surrounded by friends again. Even Pickles, her greatest adversary, ran up to greet Zelamir with little dog kisses. “Ugh, get off me, you foul brute,” she cried, laughing as she struggled to fight him off. Pickles, tail flickering
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It was a beautiful night to die, but Vallens wasn’t ready to give up the fight. Rapid bursts of flame and lightning lit the dark sky, uprooting trees and shrubs. Specks of dirt and brush threatened to overwhelm ver, only to be repelled by a translucent shield. Vallens’ opponent,
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It was hard not to laugh with two hands lightly caressing her ribcage, yet Zelamir refused to give her tormentor any satisfaction. Especially not with that dull eyed girl judging them from the other side of the room. “Zelly,” a low voice murmured in her ear, warm breath radiating from
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A tall, shrouded figure stood outside a long defunct toy store. A truly archaic structure, as most things could be ordered online and delivered right to your home. That was all done through virtual channels such as this, but one couldn’t walk out, newly bought toy or accessory tightly
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That morning, Meike was jolted awake by boisterous cheer, and a very snippy Cass demanding quiet. She was still chewing Teddy out when Meike finally stumbled out of bed, rubbing the sleep from their eyes. “Damn you, boy! You’ll wake up half the country!” What had she said about
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Being alone was nothing new to Eisbaer. She was used to it and liked to think of herself as adaptable and (mostly) of sound mind. No, that didn’t worry her. What did was the severe shift in circumstances. Such as not being able to logout, or more importantly, the
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The gang regrouped two hours later, all with an assortment of items. Pickles placed a pouch of dried fruit and meat on the table, followed by Teddy’s bottle of goat milk and a hunk of cheese. Cass added a flask of honeyed mead, and Meike set down an envelope
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The first part of my new serialized novel, wherein the 3 protagonists find themselves trapped in an VRMMORPG.
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