Kristofmorrow

Kristofmorrow OP t1_jbpmms9 wrote

It’s an epic fantasy with hundreds of characters and plots that intertwine at dramatic moments, knights, two empires, one in decay, the other in civil war.

Conquered peoples conspiring to kill those who occupy them by building a massive navy of former enslaved peoples and patriots from the homeland.

The other story is about a paradise with fae folk and giants living amongst one another for thousands of years, sheltered by a mist until they discover someone simply floated through untouched by that once certain death.

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Kristofmorrow OP t1_jbpisal wrote

Simon and schuster were purchased by Harper Collins and those who retail their product are often dying. though some bookstores do thrive, I find it to be rare. Media distributed directly to an audience from the source is the future. Like we’re seeing with video games and other media content, the bloom of indie content people discover some has a great deal of cultural value. This is only simulated in a traditional publisher’s boardroom.

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Kristofmorrow OP t1_jbpg8kn wrote

I never suggested it was a crazy question but frankly i did everything I could to ensure the quality of my work and so if it is found wanting then I would hear anyone’s criticism. However, only one person has read the story and they’ve a great many reasons to love it as well.

Edit: I mean to say I have no unbiased source of opinion on my book so I’ll just wait until one emerges.

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Kristofmorrow OP t1_jbpf2fh wrote

“They drank to quiet their cheerless reflections of the perils of their bounty. Still Morrow suffered the burden of due celebrity for his skills in battle and the legends inspired enemy warriors of some regard to seek him on the field as their nations met to advance the violent ends they efforted to sew shut. While a young man, Still Morrow delighted in these mortal disputes but as the years aged him, he discovered his foes were of eternal youth and ignorance. And despite sharing the dress of previous champions, he saw those before him become but children, anew and scarcely corrupted by war. The old sergeant came to dread the maintenance of his myth, as he realized his survival of so many campaigns was a curse born from the gods, and his state unrivaled would end when feebleness stole his mind or vengeance rent his heart.”

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