(Oh wow. I JUST found this ancient post about “I HATE Your Prophecy” and I HAD to share.
You’ve figured out I’m writing a novel.
Some of you monsters even bought my last novel. Jerks.
Okay. Here’s how it begins.
But you won’t like it or anything.
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Once upon a time there was a very mighty Sorcerer who saved the World from Dominion by Demons.
This wasn’t he.
Once there was another Sorcerer, son of the Horned God, who taught a King civilization, rules, and laws.
This wasn’t he, either.
About six or seven times in this particular world, there were Mages so powerful that they thought their control of Magic would give them total control over the World. But this never lasted more than, oh, a few thousand years, or any Democracy anyone invented.
Once there was a mighty Sorceror who lost most of her books in a flood. While she was very powerful, she realized what was truly important in life: books. Writing them. Reading them. So that’s what she did with the rest of her long, extended life.
…just kidding. She was very, very powerful, and they thought she might destroy them; also, they needed SOMEONE to blame.
So they attacked her and destroyed her.
This worked very well for them, except for the “destroyed her” part.
This worked very poorly for her, even though she won.
Here is her story, or whatever of it we could get out of her when she wasn’t reading something.
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Can your really open a novel that way?
I seriously plan to try.
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