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I have a new fantasy romance up on the Webnovel platform. I also have it connected to my Patreon (both are @raejenbib).

I have a new contest up on my Patreon:

Come visit me on my Patreon page and compete to name the mysterious lilac plant that has brought a black-scaled serpent man and a fair skinned beauty together.

**In the book the plant is seen in chapters 4 and 5***

To help me name it.

1. You have to be at least a tier 1 member for AEDS (for a min of two weeks) on my Patreon.

2. I have to approve the name.

What you will receive:

The chosen name used in a future chapter and your choice of exclusive content (either a diary page from the FL or a spell written in Serpentina by the ML.

Hop on over to Wevnovel and check out the first 5 chaps, when you finish go to Patreon so you stay up on all things Ardyn and Varric.

Werewolves, love, war, and revenge, what else can you ask for?

My new webnovel cyber punk sci-fi work. It's up on Webnovel:

Blue Diamond Cyborg

By: RaeJenBib

After the Fourth World War, humanity tried to heal Earth—and instead drowned it. A failed terraforming program turned the skies into a storm that raged for ninety-six years, flooding the world until only two mountain peaks remained. The rich rose to floating islands; the rest were remade to survive beneath the sea.

Jackie Cannon was one of the “lucky” ones—rebuilt, repurposed, and owned. Now a cyborg caught between two worlds, she uncovers evidence that the government didn’t just fail to save humanity—it chose who deserved to survive.

We never truly learned how to hold hands

It is not about blame

Let's no longer play that game

Can we not just allow history to be

The story of you and me

I am not asking for punishment

Just a bit of acknowledgement

Remove the judgment from the recipe

And see what succulent truly means

How can I be clearer

No need for anyone to look in mirrors

It is just a slight addition I seek

Acceptance of what created you and me

There is no fault there is no blame

History is about learning and knowing how to change

If reparations only existed in dollars we would never move passed infantile hollering

Could it not simply be information

True inclusion respect and patience

I am of a country grand

Always proud to lift my head

Those before me endured

Even through social unawareness there can be truth

Listen without judgment or the preconcieved

And see what could be

A life new and then undone

It is

It was

Just because I am smug I know I am loved

Should things of ego be left a float

An arm dangling from an un-capsized boat

If I could I am sure I would

Walk besides the truth annulled

This is the was

That was the will be

And truth written loves to ride the bouncing knee

When you are I am sure I will be

What other being can my thoughts roam upon so completely free

Glee upon the face barren

Who could ever imagine

Truth so loose

The golden goose without the needed juice

Splash upon the brilliant dash

Cash is the slash that makes most gasp

Is that a truth lost within the dense roots

If we had and then we lost would we believe the weight of the final cost

Or would we think we were robbed left dancing ignored on the eye of the cob

All I can do is speak of me

My truth my deeply woven inner tapestry

And even as my lies dance within the back of my eyes

The cancer inside hides waits and spies

Wanting to distort my perceptions

Forgetting there is no alabaster without the knowledge of ebon

Knee to the floor in joy and perceived glee

Wanting the psyche to dive and deeply swim

Who is and what was

The crux of the song sung long

Breathe in wheeze out

Who sought the sights of clout

Wishing on maybe might bring hazy mental phases

Wake someone up before you go go

Living life solo can be a no no

Was that funny

Humor undefined

The speck in the left eye making the right eye sigh

Complexity

Life's roller coaster an obligatory destiny

Can we paint pictures with words

Hoping to be heard

Knowing no one will ever understand

The puppet hung from the last strand

And that is the truth of this elaborate dance

"I need to speak to you."

I leaned back, again restraining the natural impulse to roll my eyes, why do they always seek me out? She must have read something in my face because she rolled her eyes hard: the whites seemingly endless and pure as she set back.

"I have money. And I'm not one of those helpless women seeking a savior, and you're the best and I want this done quick." She paused as if she had to carefully craft the next statement. " Besides, right now I do not have the energy to deal with men."

Things of blood and deed

Unimaginable misery

Does one out way the other

Are tears cried measured differently by the given eye

Is red blood not true if the skin's hue does not fit a predetermined mood

And when is it time to change

Perceptions laid upon roads crookedly lain

Is truth a stagnant notion

Unchangeable due to tradition's devotion

Is it disrespectful to admit that an ancestor's perceptions were incorrectly tipped

And if we never grew would we invent things wondrously imbued

With our love tainted do we see clearly with the last stroke of the painting

These are not questions asked in judgement

Truth hurts and love soothes

But it truly depends on the tenacity of the root

On what type of foundation do your morals stand

Can you still enjoy the dance

Think about things wiith indifferent clarity

Don't look for blame

Right and wrong do not exist in this game

History is not just a story told

It is morals faith and roads walked bold

When the road is crooked changed and skewed things are lost morality not seen as a great cost

And what is seen is as an old withered tree

Majestic

Regal

Prestine

And creepy containing mysteries slippery

Is merely life in full bloom

Tenacious

Weathered

And hewed true

My birthright given and silently proclaimed

I am of a people left voiceless

Taken

Changed

And believed hopeless

Because we became that which is denounced

Never allowed to build clout

Told of our worth measured in gold stolen

Stolen from lands eventually drained and broken

And how does the past define me so

Tell me how you exult your ancestors and ask that again before you ready the next blow

This world has determined how man shall stand

People must dance to the whims of the perceived strong

Breaking long standing tradition tedious and seen as wrong

If I had a word upon my lips that redefined a steadfast notion glimpsed

Who would win and who would lose

My words cut off before any meaning blooms

But this is who I am

A shame marking me plain

It is a brass letter upon my chest and back making my neck go slack

Yet still I remain

Some in denial

Some fighting in acid rain

Is that how it is supposed to be

Forbidden fruit upon exotic trees

And all is lost

Forgot because no one wants to pay the cost

Hues of black and white lost in the greys of darkest night

Who wished for this unfathomable bliss

The depth of that secret hiss

Close and obscure

Lost in demons of the bluest hues

If you wish you may

If they wish they might

All the wishes giving delightful lies tonight

Is that irony or cynicism

Hopes blanketed in skepticism

It is not what we want

Our dances of complacency in the darkness of normalcy

It could be as they dream splendidly allusive obscurity

Who knows what they truly want when all is defined by materialistic hope

Do dreams come true when we paint them in color meant to fool

It is as was hoped

Success upon a needle recently broke

In a perception of yellow

Dismal yet brilliant

Inescapable

How else shall we dance

Upon broken foot and twisted land

If you cry only dry your third eye for it is has the clarity we wish we could divine

Is that the truth or are the roots too deep to truly loose

Complete yet utterly broken