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    About Tower Curator

    Hello everyone! I am Tower Curator and I write serial fiction. Since 2015, starting with Void Domain, I’ve been publishing roughly two chapters a week non-stop. The only breaks tend to be between the different series I’ve written. I publish in just about every genre, from urban-fantasy to isekai-adjacent, to a psychic espionage thriller. Everything I have written is available for free right here on my site.

    Outside writing, I typically spend my time playing games, reading books, and writing a bit more.

    Stories 6
    Chapters 933
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    • Leah Walker Cover
      by Tower Curator Leah Walker moved in a daze. She couldn’t concentrate on what she was doing. Her morning shower went long but her mind refused to work. She couldn’t think. A fuzzy static settled in between her ears and wouldn’t leave. The kids got off to school on their own. Leah didn’t make it out of the shower in any reasonable time. She stayed under the water, staring at the wall, well past when the water ran cold. A sudden shiver brought her back to reality, but only just. Enough to towel off and get…
    • Epilogue Cover
      by Tower Curator Harran was finally here. The city that sat beneath the burning ring in the sky. It wasn’t visible at the moment. Dark storm clouds hung over the entire land, unleashing a torrential downpour broken occasionally by sharp lightning cracks. While most surely hid away indoors on days like this, Harran was thankful for the weather. For a thunderbird like her, a little rain and a little lightning wouldn’t normally have stopped her from flying. She looked back over her shoulder. The dark and the rain made…
    • The Constellation Cover
      by Tower Curator There were three things going through Arkk’s head. The first being that rituals were overrated. It was no wonder that most spellcasters avoided them in favor of spoken incantations. The academies maintained lectures on rituals more as a historical feat than for practical applications. Incantations were limited, they could only enact one effect and couldn’t be easily altered without rewriting the entire incantation, but they were typically safe because of that. Arkk struggled to come up with a…
    • The Lines Cover
      by Tower Curator It took time to recall Kia and Claire. With the end of the war, they often spent their time quietly moving around Mystakeen, acting more like the mercenaries they once had been than whatever Company Al-Mir had turned into these days. They hadn’t taken to the peacetime as well as most of Arkk’s other employees. Every few weeks, they stopped by to see if anything interesting was going on, bringing the heads of anyone causing trouble in Mystakeen, from bandits to unruly barons taking advantage of the…
    • The Stars Cover
      by Tower Curator Legends told of an event. The stars aligning. Every species had their own ideas for what such an event would bring. Fairies believed that their magic would return. Humans feared great destruction. Orcs saw a paradigm shift in the order of the world. Great fortune and blessings. Tidal waves and desolation. Every culture saw portends of a different future. The one key factor that linked them all together was simple. Change. No matter what happened, it would change things. Quaint. These beings…
    • The Great War Aftermath – Al-Mir Cover
      by Tower Curator Arkk stood in Langleey Village, seated on a small bench just down the way from the old shack he once called his home. A family far too large for the small building now tried to squeeze into it. Refugees from Smilesville, brought here after he ordered their evacuation in advance of the Eternal Empire warships sailing past the burg. They wouldn’t need to stay for much longer, only until his men were sure there was no danger of straggling groups that had made off into the night. A group of children, a…
    • The Great War Aftermath – Mystakeen Cover
      by Tower Curator Master Inquisitrix Sylvara Astra heaved a heavy crate up onto her shoulder with surprising ease. Multiple visits to Hale to repair everything from missing limbs to minor cuts had left her changed. She was yet to decide if those changes were in any way positive in the long term. At the time, war and the threat of the avatar left her eager to visit the heretical healer. Now, she was left to live the rest of her life with the abnormalities and any complications that arose from their presence. So far,…
    • The Great War Aftermath – Chernlock Cover
      by Tower Curator “Viscount Lethster has managed to scrounge up another eight hundred from the towns in his realm. He claims he will find another two hundred more.” “Viscountess Quincy already supplied well over two thousand men for the invasion of Evestani. She is unsure if she can amass a meaningful number of additional conscripts.” “Baron Bombast sends kind regards and a request to cease attempts at conscripting his miners. At least so long as you wish for the Kingdom to be supplied with his…
    • The End of an Empire Cover
      by Tower Curator “Found you,” Arkk murmured. It wasn’t a big thing. A small sliver of a wall going missing. Perhaps the length of his hand and the width of a finger. But Fortress Al-Mir’s Heart was incredibly sensitive to any disruptions. Any damage to its structure set off alarm bells in the back of Arkk’s mind. Alarm bells were currently tolling in one of the vertical shafts blocking the way forward. Arkk teleported to the shaft, standing on a small grate made specifically to prevent anyone from moving up…
    • A Kingdom Fallen Cover
      by Tower Curator As Ilya stepped into the main chamber of the palace, her eyes were immediately drawn to the intricate patterns adorning the vaulted ceilings. Dozens of small tiles formed large, decorative circles and waves with swirling motifs of gold. The room was vast and wealthy. Rich tapestries hung from the walls, each telling the tale of Evestani victories and prosperity in golden thread, now overshadowed by the banners of the Greater Kingdom of Chernlock. A faint scent of incense lingered in the air, barely…
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