
I'm reposting this because it relates to the latest chapter I just released.
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A spoilery excerpt from my portal fantasy, A Chronicle of Lies:
The warmth of the water was welcome on his aching limbs. The heavy currents washed away the dirt from his hair and the caked blood from his skin. Though it failed to wash away the transformation itself, the fall was pure bliss. His muscles relaxed and with them, his tension melted away. But the sensation made him vulnerable, and he was overcome by a plethora of emotions. He felt a sudden sense of grief at his bereavement, of his robbed humanity.
Water cascaded around his mouth, forming a film that hid his shuddering gasps. His shoulders heaved as he tried to push back against the storm. Any sound that he could have possibly made was obscured by the tumultuous sizzle of the fall. But then he took a deep breath and shoved all that aside.
So with some effort, he bottled his self-pity and basked in the tumult as the waterfall beat against his back. He took pleasure in it in fact. He allowed the torrent to knock him down into the pool, the sand cushioning his fall. He twisted around in the current and floated belly-down like an alligator, grinning as the streams crashed against his snout. He had the urge to thrash around and splash all over the place like a child at a waterpark. But he brushed the mint-colored hair out of the way before opening his eyes. Looking around, he noticed for the first time that something appeared to be missing.
“Hey, are you still there?” he called out to Slade. Her singing had stopped.
“I am.”
“Did they give you soap?” he asked.
“Hmm?”
“Soap!” Vincent repeated, “I don’t see any soap.”
“What is ‘soap’?” she asked.
Vincent stared at the wall in disbelief. “You can’t be serious. Your people can build all this awesome crap, you can create bridges that defy gravity, but you don't know what soap is?! I can't just rinse myself off. Even Xalix had some sort of oil–”
“–Trylics,” she interjected.
“What?” Vincent was not sure he heard her right over the echoing cacophony of the falls.
“Use the trylics.”
“Trylics?” Vincent repeated, “I don’t know what those are.”
“You will find them behind the waterfall, in a dish filled with sand.”
Vincent waded past the waterfall to the alcove hidden behind it. There, he found the dish she was talking about, but he couldn’t see anything resembling soap or oils. Instead, he saw several stones on which mollusks the size of baseballs clung to.
“Uh...I see the dish, but I don't see anything other than a bunch of rocks with these giant slugs on them,” he yelled.
“I do not know what a 'slug' is. But the creatures are trylics. They will feed on your grime.”
Vincent picked one up in his claws and it wriggled around in his grip. It buckled back and forth until it found his finger. Noodles of white appendages wriggled out of an orifice which he assumed to be its mouth and began to wrap around his digits like parasites, tickling his knuckles.
“What in the hell is wrong with you people?!” he shouted, tossing the creature back into the dish. “No! I’m done! That is disgusting! I'm out. I'll work on the hair a little bit, then I am out! Dammit!”
He cast one more glance at the trylic he had picked up. Its noodly flagella scoured the rock for food. Quivering, he looked away and scraped his scalp viciously with his claws. Slade said something, but her words were drowned out. He asked her to repeat what she had said.
“They are a luxury,” she called out, “You will not find them in many places. I suggest you take advantage of them while we are here.”
“Is that so?” he replied, “Well, they look like something I'd find lodged in my cat's intestines. So, forgive me if I come across as culturally insensitive, but hell no! You people need to discover lye and mix it with animal fat. Your historians can thank me for this invention later.”
This awesome piece was drawn by the incredibly talented
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Want to check out my novel? You can find it here:https://www.amazon.com/Chronicle-Li...../dp/B0DMT4HLT2
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A spoilery excerpt from my portal fantasy, A Chronicle of Lies:
The warmth of the water was welcome on his aching limbs. The heavy currents washed away the dirt from his hair and the caked blood from his skin. Though it failed to wash away the transformation itself, the fall was pure bliss. His muscles relaxed and with them, his tension melted away. But the sensation made him vulnerable, and he was overcome by a plethora of emotions. He felt a sudden sense of grief at his bereavement, of his robbed humanity.
Water cascaded around his mouth, forming a film that hid his shuddering gasps. His shoulders heaved as he tried to push back against the storm. Any sound that he could have possibly made was obscured by the tumultuous sizzle of the fall. But then he took a deep breath and shoved all that aside.
So with some effort, he bottled his self-pity and basked in the tumult as the waterfall beat against his back. He took pleasure in it in fact. He allowed the torrent to knock him down into the pool, the sand cushioning his fall. He twisted around in the current and floated belly-down like an alligator, grinning as the streams crashed against his snout. He had the urge to thrash around and splash all over the place like a child at a waterpark. But he brushed the mint-colored hair out of the way before opening his eyes. Looking around, he noticed for the first time that something appeared to be missing.
“Hey, are you still there?” he called out to Slade. Her singing had stopped.
“I am.”
“Did they give you soap?” he asked.
“Hmm?”
“Soap!” Vincent repeated, “I don’t see any soap.”
“What is ‘soap’?” she asked.
Vincent stared at the wall in disbelief. “You can’t be serious. Your people can build all this awesome crap, you can create bridges that defy gravity, but you don't know what soap is?! I can't just rinse myself off. Even Xalix had some sort of oil–”
“–Trylics,” she interjected.
“What?” Vincent was not sure he heard her right over the echoing cacophony of the falls.
“Use the trylics.”
“Trylics?” Vincent repeated, “I don’t know what those are.”
“You will find them behind the waterfall, in a dish filled with sand.”
Vincent waded past the waterfall to the alcove hidden behind it. There, he found the dish she was talking about, but he couldn’t see anything resembling soap or oils. Instead, he saw several stones on which mollusks the size of baseballs clung to.
“Uh...I see the dish, but I don't see anything other than a bunch of rocks with these giant slugs on them,” he yelled.
“I do not know what a 'slug' is. But the creatures are trylics. They will feed on your grime.”
Vincent picked one up in his claws and it wriggled around in his grip. It buckled back and forth until it found his finger. Noodles of white appendages wriggled out of an orifice which he assumed to be its mouth and began to wrap around his digits like parasites, tickling his knuckles.
“What in the hell is wrong with you people?!” he shouted, tossing the creature back into the dish. “No! I’m done! That is disgusting! I'm out. I'll work on the hair a little bit, then I am out! Dammit!”
He cast one more glance at the trylic he had picked up. Its noodly flagella scoured the rock for food. Quivering, he looked away and scraped his scalp viciously with his claws. Slade said something, but her words were drowned out. He asked her to repeat what she had said.
“They are a luxury,” she called out, “You will not find them in many places. I suggest you take advantage of them while we are here.”
“Is that so?” he replied, “Well, they look like something I'd find lodged in my cat's intestines. So, forgive me if I come across as culturally insensitive, but hell no! You people need to discover lye and mix it with animal fat. Your historians can thank me for this invention later.”
This awesome piece was drawn by the incredibly talented

Want to check out my novel? You can find it here:https://www.amazon.com/Chronicle-Li...../dp/B0DMT4HLT2
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