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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 1,034
    Words 3.7 M
    Comments 5,255
    Reading 12 days, 16 hours12 d, 16 h
    • Combat Class

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      by Tower Curator "Come on, it'll be fun." Eva shared a glance with Juliana. Both girls sighed. Shalise quirked her head to one side as she shoved a spoonful of lasagna and bean pie into her mouth. Eva couldn't actually see the meal, but she could smell it. She was very glad she didn't often get hungry for lunch. "I'm going," Jordan said. "Me too," Shelby piped up quickly. Max shook his head. After finishing his food--someone had mentioned his bad habit over the last few months, Eva wasn't sure who--he…
    • The Bull

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      by Tower Curator Her hug was only stiffly returned. She pulled away from the target of her embrace and glanced over her friend. Shalise took one look at Eva and her stomach sank. "Y-your eyes... that isn't from when you saved me, is it?" Eva just tilted her head to the side in a confused look. She leaned slightly against Juliana's desk. "No. Why would you think that? I was sitting around on the floor holding you for several minutes afterwards." That must have been a stupid question, Shalise thought even as she…
    • Christmas

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      by Tower Curator "Your grip has tightened since Halloween." "I heard you were staying in town for Christmas," Eva shrugged. "I went out to buy a stress ball straight away." Genoa Rivas barked out a laugh. "Good. Good." She released Eva's hand and clasped her own on the shoulder of her partner. With a light shove, the spindly man stumbled forwards. He managed to avoid crashing into Eva by inches. "This is my husband, Carlos." A spindly arm stretched out to Eva. "H-hello," he said in a high-pitched…
    • Dismantling Operations

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      by Tower Curator The pleasant heat vanished. A cool musk rushed in to replace it. Slowly, carefully, Arachne set Eva down on the slightly uneven ground. She used all of her legs to help steady Eva until she got her balance under control. Eva shrugged her off and kept her own balance. She stumbled forwards almost immediately. One of Arachne's limbs reached out and steadied her. Without toes, Eva had to pick up her feet straight up in order to walk. It wasn't quick and it wasn't elegant. More of a waddle.…
    • Ylva | Out of the Fire

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      by Tower Curator Juliana ran out of the small building titled Womens Ward. Even without asking her, Zoe could see the blond hadn't found her roommate. Truly a troublesome student. If Eva just ran off somewhere with Mr. Carter without telling anyone, Zoe would be sticking a tracking tag on the girl. If she hadn't run off... well, she would probably still be getting a tracking tag, so long as she came back in one piece. "I couldn't go into her room," Juliana said, "but I made a lot of noise at the door. I don't…
    • The Void

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      by Tower Curator Eva jolted awake. Gritty sand flew in all directions as she flopped over to her back. She could feel it; it ground into her hair, her mouth, her finger stubs, her-- This isn't the prison or the dorms, Eva thought. She looked around. Eva landed on a small island. Water stretched endlessly as far as Eva could see. A small flutter of hope beat in Eva's chest. She brought her wrist to her face slowly. Her fingers were still gone. She could see them, or rather, she couldn't see them. But she could…
    • The Frying Pan

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      by Tower Curator "You knock on your own door?" Irene quirked an eyebrow in Juliana's direction. The two finished shopping in record time. The subpar selection offered by shops around Brakket certainly helped. Still, Juliana made out with a new uniform and plenty of everyday clothes. Her favorite purchase was a brand new winter coat. It was cut long with an outer layer of wool and fleece lining. Her old coat wasn't technically ruined due to being hung up near the door when the golems attacked. As long as Zoe lifted…
    • Genoa Rivas

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      by Tower Curator A white-robed nun stood outside each of the dormitory buildings. One in the short pathway leading to the Rickenbacker and one on the opposite end of the street in front of the Gillet. Eva froze at the sight of them. There was still a good distance between her and the dorms. She spun and headed down an alley in the entertainment area just outside of the dorms. The thick snow crunched under her feet as she ran to a secluded spot. "Arachne," she whispered, "there are Elysium nuns outside the…
    • Halloween Aftermath

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      by Tower Curator Wayne Lurcher had never been one for passive action. The very phrase was an oxymoron he couldn't stand. And yet here he sat, in a meeting room, listening to Rebbecca Halsey panic. The dean had called an emergency meeting to try to figure out what went on last night and what the damage was. If the senile woman had any clue, she would realize that no answers would be found in a meeting with the faculty. Especially because the only one who might have any answers at all was absent. He cast a sullen…
    • Theory: Rituals

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      by Tower Curator "How do rituals work with how humans process magic?" Zoe Baxter stopped her lecture on foci and glanced over at Benjamin Yeets. The sleepy eyed boy flinched away as Zoe's eyes settled on him. She tried to avoid frowning. "Excellent question, Mr. Yeets. Don't be afraid to ask a question if there is something you think I can explain. There are no stupid questions." A lie to be sure. Zoe had been asked her fair share of stupid questions in her five years of teaching. An atmosphere of fear was not…
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