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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 1,021
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    • Thinking with Portals Aftermath

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      by Tower Curator Prince Cedric Valorian Lafoar stood with his hands clasped behind his back, staring out to sea from the tall tower of the Cliff manor. The early light of the Mon morning gleamed off the glassy surface of the calm ocean. Clouds, high and wispy, did little to diminish the light. It gave him a clear view of the three dozen ships spread out around the Cliff harbor in a defensive arrangement. None of the ships were even half as large as one of the Eternal Empire’s warships, but they didn’t need to be.…
    • Trials and Tribulations

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      by Tower Curator “Excellent work, keep it up,” Arkk said, leaving Sylvara and the rest of his research team. Following the information Sylvara acquired from the Abbey headquarters, they were well on their way to creating an actual weapon against the Heart of Gold’s avatar. They were utilizing both the flowers and the hammock from the Eternal Silence’s domain. Judging from early trials, the hammock was going to work better as whatever catalyst Sylvara needed. Arkk didn’t care much what they used so long as it…
    • Silence

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      by Tower Curator Arkk had missed the opening of the Underworld portal. It was understandable, really, on account of having an audience with a god at the time. He had seen the after-effects, of course. The shimmering, almost water-like membrane that separated the two worlds and the lit runes embedded in the portal’s crystalline archway were certainly a sight to behold. Arkk wasn’t sure that he had much of a reaction after seeing the other portal. But, again, he had just met a god. It was hard to be impressed by much…
    • Leda

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      by Tower Curator “It is quite simple,” Priscilla said, giving Leda a light push against her back. “Just reach out and take it. Push a little magic into it—” “I don’t have magic. No fairy does.” “You have magic from your contract with Arkk. That will work for this.” Leda looked away from the shadowy orb that hovered above a narrow pedestal and looked at the dragonoid woman. “Why can’t you do this?” “I said why,” Priscilla said with a bit of impatience leaking into her voice. “I…
    • The Eternal Empire

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      by Tower Curator “Regrettably, none of the nabbed notables were notably high-ranking.” Arkk turned away from Savren, looking at the two bound sailors they had rescued from the wreckage of the warships. One’s head lolled to his side as if the muscles in his neck just wouldn’t work properly despite his best attempts. A long string of drool hung from the bottom of his chin. The other looked more aware, but was caught in a loop of rocking back and forth. At least as much as she was able with the ropes tying her to…
    • Prince Cedric Valorian Lafoar

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      by Tower Curator Arkk watched Nora soar overhead. The harpy drifted in wide circles, swooping over the open ocean. He had already searched using the crystal ball, scanning the ocean for leagues out into the waters. There was no sign of the attacking ships. One moment, they were there. The next, they weren’t. As soon as the lead ship was destroyed, the others simply vanished. It had Arkk unnerved. He hoped it was nothing more than stealth magic, hiding the ships. The alternative was that these new allies of Evestani…
    • Homeland

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      by Tower Curator After weeks of wandering the desolation of the Underworld, the initial thrill of adventure and comradery had given way to an unexpected sense of restlessness and confinement. Olatt’an was no stranger to travel, long and short, but the Underworld was a different beast entirely. Despite the boundless expanse of the world that surrounded him, a paradoxical feeling of being trapped within an invisible cage had taken hold. The endless orange-hued landscape with no clear distinction between day and night, the…
    • The Binding Agent

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      by Tower Curator “There are three methods through which the Abbey of the Light creates countermeasures for abominations. Each depends on the level of access we have to the subject.” Sylvara Astra sat atop an unused desk in the back of Cliff’s magical academy. While she maintained her air of professionalism, she also seemed far more relaxed than any other time Arkk had seen her. Given that those other times involved a siege, limb loss, and long recovery, he wasn’t all that surprised by the ease in her…
    • Scrying Team

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      by Tower Curator Vezta looked around the room, eyes like miniature suns burning with mild disapproval. Arkk paced back and forth in a room devoid of furniture or decoration, deep beneath Elmshadow Burg, at the head of scores of soldiers. Twelve rows of ten soldiers, arrayed in a precise, imposing formation, stood perfectly still. Their attention unwaveringly focused on his movements back and forth. The air was thick with unease, yet not a breath could be heard from the ranks. No murmurs of impatience, nor the…
    • Passing Time

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      by Tower Curator “You received a letter as well?” Darius Vrox looked up from a flimsy sheet of paper to find Sylvara Astra leaning against one of the old archive’s many shelves. Wearing just one glove, she held up a similarly thin piece of paper. On the backside, he could see the broken wax seal bearing the compass rose atop a maze-like background. Without a word, Darius held out a hand. The inquisitrix shoved her shoulder against the shelf and stalked over, flipping the paper around as she moved. She placed it…
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