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A normal day is suddenly turned on its head when a single voice utters those fateful words into the minds of every single soul on the planet. 

[Assessment Complete. Activating Mutagen, Please Standby….]

It was after those words that every single man, woman and child was granted the opportunity to gain fantastical abilities in the name of evolution. 
Not even the plants or animals were spared by the words of this mysterious voice. Yet not everyone got what they hoped for. 

Some developed no powers at all, their bodies not yet ready for the process. Others, were simply too frail to handle it. Mutating into horrific creatures, nightmares made real.

Seth Quinn, a slightly below average IT worker, developed a unique ability. The Puppeteers Threads. The ability to turn inanimate objects into his obedient puppets.

Will he and those he loves survive in this hellish new world? Will his new ability lead him to a life of greatness he always dreamed of? 
Could he become a Master of Puppets?

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A book about an apocalyptic world and the powers that have risen within. Following the unique blend of necromantic and Summoning abilities, with a twist that offers many more opportunities.

Warnings for graphic descriptions of death and injury. There will be bloodshed. You have been warned.

Threads of the Soul

Conquest of Lord Crow

The world turned to silence in Seth's mind as he watched the viscous black globules of acid splatter against Bob's back. His eyes widened and mouth hung agape at the sight of the white smoke curling into the air, as the viscous acid began to devour Bob's body, tearing it apart like a ravenous beast.

He didn't hear the dragons fearsome roars, even though they were powerful enough to shake the very earth beneath his feet and make the very core of his being, down to his actual genes, tremble in fear.

Seth was simply unable to take his eyes off of Bob's, as he watched his son slowly but surely melt into a sizzling puddle. His face was one of the last things to melt away, holding Seth's gaze the entire time.

Even though this face was utterly expressionless, as it had always been, Seth felt that somewhere inside of him he could swear he saw a smile upon those plastic lips before they dissolved into the acid.

My Baby Boy!