The city of Arkwright; a place of overt spender laced with covert debauchery. The man you bless for his donation is his leftover change from his latest embezzle and the fine fellow that took the time out of his day to help you load your car used those same hands to strike the woman that would not give up her purse. This is the reality that Sam and her crew have chosen to shoulder as they live day after day in the city. But as such people change their colours to suite their agenda, Sam has shown them time and again that some of whom these oppressors prey on have have frightening colours of their own.

Shadows of Arkwright and all related material belong to me, Arkwright.

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A writer that loves stories of the fantastic with super hero, fantasy, military and sci-fi being my go to ones.


So without further ado, please sit back and let my word weaving entertain you.