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OC edits [2/?]: Reynard Aurion

“I know everything that happens in this damned city. Remember that the next time you try scheming under my nose.”

A man of honour and duty, Lord Reynard is an embodiment of nobility ideals, and is seen as too good to be a threat by the other members of the High Council of Palenia. What they don’t realise yet is that he has inherited not only his father’s looks, but his cunning mind, extensive web of spies, and political ambitions. And so Reynard finds himself a queenmaker to Princess Valary, the two of them playing a dangerous game with the Palenian nobility, losing which is certain to cost them their lives. 

My most noble lord, I hope this letter finds you in good health. You left Arbay so hastily that I had no chance to express my gratitude in person, hence I have sent this letter to your home in Valverta.

While I have always known you for an honourable man, the latest events have exposed your kindness as well. I cannot find the words to express my gratitude for what you have done – freedom from the parental arrangement was a dream I could not even dare to have. Mother was furious, of course, as our engagement in her eyes was the best prospect for me. However, she appears to have calmed now, as she allowed me to accept Duke Albar’s marriage proposal. (I suspect this wouldn’t come as a surprise to you; Albar and I also hope to see you as an honoured guest at our wedding, although rest assured that we will understand if you deem your presence inappropriate!)

You have made me the happiest woman, my lord, even if not in the way that was expected of us, and for that I will be eternally grateful.

Your humble friend, Lady Estellia

(from a letter received by Reynard in the winter of 985 AR)

more about reynard ~ more about the crown of palenia

I write almost only fantasy but I sometimes wander in others genres. I’m French and write primarily in French but translate my projects on my own.

Currently, I have 2 WIP’s that I’m working on:

- The Awakening (L’éveil), a short story started for Camp NaNoWriMo 2018 who escaped and is now a novel.

à Galen Ezzel is 23 years old and doesn’t care about much, not even his family, school or life in general. What he does care about is his job with Mr Abelson, an old grumpy man who owns an antique store. Then one day life or the universe slaps him in the face and make him care.

Approximately 26000 words written, already completely plotted. One shot.

- The Chronicles of Murderous Lives (Les Chroniques de vies assassines), the major piece of writing of probably my entire life. A gigantic project of almost 20 books written with my friend.

à In a Universe far away from Earth, Arket, the inhabitants lives in peace thanks to Ciaris, an independent organisation charged of the peace and calm in the Universe. There, all creatures and humans must attend the Academies: Tyareth for magical being after 15 and Sagiath for non-magical beings of all ages. At Tyareth they can be accepted in diverse programs based on ability, capacity and powers, the Chaos program, which has 3 level, and the Apocalypse programs, the most valuable and rare, where the candidates have to achieve numerous dangerous task to get the status.

Hello guys ! Let me introduce myself, my name is Andrew (but call me Drew for short) and I’m a 19 year old french guy who studies english and might drink too much cafeine.

I just revamped my account to make it all about my wip (which I’ll tell you about very soon), I write NA Fantasy/Science-Fiction.

I’m looking to grow this blog and to meet other aspiring authors so if you guys could share this post so I can follow you and maybe you can follow me back?

Inspired by this and this. 

How to know you’re in an ETJ Writes novel:

You’re going on a journey. An emotional one yes, but also a physical journey. Miles and miles will be covered. Your feet will be aching by the end.

Speaking of emotions, your heart will be broken. Most likely because one of your best friends died, in a terribly tragic way, but maybe because of betrayal. Possibly both.

Is there a cave somewhere nearby? Congrats, you’re in it! Same thing applies to forests.

If you happen to be a teenage boy in my novels, watch out! You’re going to injure yourself at some point. A trip to the ER (or genre appropriate equivalent) will probably be involved.

You’re going to end up befriending the most unlikely people. Just roll with it. ;)

How to know when you’re in a Youriiswriting novel:

There is royal blood running through your veins, well be damned. You probably appear a lot.

The love you carry for your siblings is greater than anything else in your live. You would gladly sacrifice your own life in exchange for theirs.

The goal you have to achieve of course isn’t in the same realm as where you start. You have to travel across the entire continent with struggles every so often and always in awe of the cultures you get to see.

The role of a warrior? well of course you must have long hair tied up in a bun or a plait, because despite shorter hair being more practical it doesn’t have the same amount of dramatic flair.

“You never told me of a cousin”, Eliza noted. “Who is he?”

Nick drew in a breath and smacked his lips nervously. “Ahm… Benedict Coldwell?” He tried to sound as nonchalantly as possible.

It didn’t work. Eliza dropped her bags to the floor, her hazel eyes wide as if in shock. “Benedict Coldwell? As in… the sorcerer who could force a thunderstorm under his will?”

“Interesting priorities. But yes, that one precisely.” Benedict had entered the apartment behind him, and a predatory smile appeared on his face upon Eliza’s sight, making Nick’s fists clench by his sides.

“Most people meeting me start with ‘the Minister for Sorcerery and Magic’, ‘the most powerful sorcerer in the world’ or 'the handsome bachelor prince’.” Benedict slightly inclined his head, yet his intense gaze stayed fixated on Eliza, who just stood frozen in place.

Nick shoved past him. “Not to forget 'the guy who fucks his cousin’ or 'the exiled mass murderer’”, he muttered angrily.

Benedict simply laughed and ran his fingers through his dark hair. “Don’t believe everything the royals tell the public, Nicholas. Ours is a family of beautiful liars.”

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Benedict Arthur Coldwell is a noble and a politician - but most of all he is a sorcerer. A sorcerer who is determined to explore and to expand the limits of magic, and one who bears no respect for any authority save for magic itself.

His good looks and daring nature win him the hearts of men and women alike, and his arrogance is singular even in the royal family.

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Sentenced to a slow and agonizing death in the colonies, however, he refuses to give in to his fate. Instead, he drags his hesitant cousin Nick along on a reckless quest that will ultimately shatter the foundations of magic.

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Hello! I’ve been lurking for a couple months now with this account, and I figured I should post one of these too. I’m not very good at these, so I’ll do some bullet points instead 

WIP INTRODUCTION | The Lost Sector

“A good expedition, General?” Ren Maa was running her sweaty hands through her long hair, her eyes wide. “We have a rogue archaeologist turned bounty hunter on board and our ship is controlled by an annoying AI that I’m pretty sure is broken and has a death wish. Oh, and we may or may not have released a bloodthirsty monster on this fucking planet. Am I forgetting something, guys?” She finished shrilly as she turned to her crew.

“We have no fuel…” The silver-haired woman Madeeha now recognized as the Navigator whispered. Everyone groaned.

“Fantastic!”