NonstopGarbage6

(novel library)

Your people roam the Great Steppe, chased and challenged by the fearsome Tribe of the Black Wolf. Their leader, the shaman Zhan-Ukhel, calls forth savage magic from Chernobog, the god who rules their tribe. Your tribe must have a leader who can call down protection from the gods. That leader is you, and this is your saga.

Rule your tribe as an iron-fisted chieftain or as a benevolent guardian. Will your allies support you on the field of battle? Will the gods come when you need them most? Do you even need the gods to smite your enemies, or will you seize divine power for yourself?

Horses in the Falcon

You've survived the performance. It seems like a poor idea to linger any longer. You're not sure if Matty read the script before she watched the performance tonight, and if she didn't, you're not sure you want to hear her first critical response until she's had a few hours to cool down.


You go home alone to drown your sorrows with a soothing cup of tea. It's quiet, in your lodgings. There's no one to reproach you. You put your feet up on the bed and try to think about other plays, future plays, ones not commissioned by a client who apparently hates you, theater, and the city.


There might be something in that last thought, but the release of nervous tension is taking its toll. It'll all look brighter in the morning, you tell yourself, and hope that it's true.


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