Forteller

Being the author of the breakout novel, Gates of The Primordials, Jarren Fletcher did not care about the constant critiques claiming he had a habit of treating extra characters as mere plot devices, creating and then dumping them once they’d served their purpose.

To Jarren, it didn’t matter. Extras were just that—extras. All that mattered was the main character.

But Jarren never expected to wake up in his own story, reincarnated as one of the meaningless, disposable extra characters, Deremiah Morcant—a coward who took his own life to escape the perilous challenges of the Gate Trials.

Now, Jarren has to face those deadly challenges himself in the body of a weak, insignificant extra. He must find a way to survive in the rules of the dangerous world he had created, whilst also trying to save it. 

But time is running out. The next Wave is coming, and so are the paragons.

The Author Reincarnated As An Extra

"It wasn't my fault." Deremiah muttered through a painful groan.

Secrets tilted its head, peering down at him with a mocking grin. "Mmm? Did you say something just now?"

Deremiah's right eye was swollen and he had a torn lip, yet rather than a look of defeat, it was one of growing defiance that was on his face.

The reflection leaned closer, the blade in its hand gleaming dangerously. "Come on now," it taunted him. "Try getting it out."

Deremiah grunted inside his throat, pushing out a small platter of blood. "It's not... my fault," he found the strength to say. "It never was...ugh*... my fault."

The reflections leaned in, giving him their full attention as Deremiah gazed up at them. "I'm just a writer. I'm just like any other damn writer. I wanted to create a world. I wanted to forge a story where people could live out the wildest fantasies and the darkest horrors. But that doesn't make me. I'm just a damn writer."

• Poetic Justice