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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 942
    Words 3.3 M
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    • Meditations on the Battlefield

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      by Tower Curator The tower loomed in the distance, taking hit after hit from the bombardment. Flames spread around it every few minutes only for the bombardments to resume. Even from the corner of Lexa’s eye, she could tell that it was being worn down. Arkk had stopped trying to repair less essential parts of the tower and the areas he was focusing on didn’t manage to recover in the brief reprieves. Worrying, but nothing that Lexa could focus on. She had her hands occupied with the endless demands of the…
    • Summer

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      by Tower Curator Trees whisked past. Brush and ground vanished into the distance. Long, black hair trailed through the air gracefully, almost parallel to the ground. She was a sight to see. At least, that's how Eva imagined it. The sad reality was that her hair clung to the sweat on her back in a giant, tangled rat's nest. It would take a lot of work to get it back to the normal. Next time, Eva thought, I'll put it up in a bun. Still, Eva couldn't help but to laugh. She hadn't run since November and she hadn't…
    • The Prison

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      by Tower Curator A hard hand clamped itself around Eva's mouth. Her eyes snapped open. She reached for the vial of Arachne's blood hidden between the wall and her bed. Her hand froze half way there as her brain registered the eight red eyes staring at her. A slim finger was placed vertically over Arachne's lips. Eva glared at the spider-demon as she withdrew her hand from Eva's face. "Eva, I--" Eva slapped her own finger over Arachne's mouth. She pointed to the window, then upwards, then at her sleeping…
    • Goodbyes

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      by Tower Curator Eva stretched, rubbing the last vestiges of sleep from her eyes. The sky outside her window had the blue tint of pre-dawn morning. Eva smiled, glad she got up at a more reasonable time than the day before. She swung her legs out of bed and almost stepped on the sleeping Arachne. Her lithe weight would probably not even be noticed by the demon, and if it was, it sure wouldn't hurt her. Still, Eva carefully stepped over Arachne. After hopping in and out of the shower, Eva found Arachne had moved to…
    • Devon Foster and Arachne

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      by Tower Curator "Eva?" Devon Foster blinked in the dim light. "You almost lost your head, girl." "Yeah. Nice to see you too, master," Eva said as she gently pushed the blade away from her throat. "Expecting trouble?" "Not exactly," he said, replacing the dagger. "We were just about to leave. You surprised me is all." "We?" Eva peeked further into the building. Spinning in a swivel chair was a woman with six too many eyes and glossy black chitin in place of skin. "Ah. Hello Arachne." The spinning woman slammed…
    • Epilogue

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      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 Stars

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      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 portents 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…
    • A Kingdom Fallen

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      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…
    • Eternal Optimism

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      by Tower Curator Watching Agnete work was something of a wonder for Arkk. Without even a slight incantation, a wall of flame moved forward. The dust and debris in the collapsed rooms burned away completely. Stone walls, scorched first by the explosion, blackened completely as the fire swept through. The air cleared up with the dust burned away, allowing them to see into the trapped rooms. Arkk stood well back from Agnete and was still overheating. A spell Priscilla taught him was helping a little, but not enough. He…
    • Dealing with Armies

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      by Tower Curator Primvila stretched her leathery wings wide, angling to catch an updraft. Normally, she enjoyed flying. As a syren, most people who lived on the ground didn’t take too kindly to her presence. Syren voices carried a certain type of magic that made their words more appealing to those who heard them sing. It was nowhere close to the mind magics that Savren got up to, yet people—humans especially—generally looked at her with ire and suspicion. Humans didn’t fly. That meant she could stay in the air…
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