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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
    Words 3.3 M
    Comments 5,202
    Reading 11 days, 10 hours11 d, 10 h
    • Escalating Discouragement

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      by Tower Curator The chaos of a battlefield wasn’t entirely foreign to Alyssa. She had gone through her fair share of fights. As such, she knew what to do. It was almost instinct at this point to go invisible. Having essentially planned for this exact outcome since first connecting with Tenebrael and even more since relying on Tenebrael’s power to replace spell cards—directly by casting miracles instead of regular spells or indirectly by creating the spell cards themselves—Alyssa had her backup deck of cards in her…
    • Dawn

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      by Tower Curator The morning light of the sun peeked over the horizon, casting a wave of light over two gathered armies. Without a cloud in sight, not even a small shadow fell over either side. Medieval wars were, quite possibly, the stupidest things Alyssa had ever seen. Lyria’s army was standing in a number of rows. Bowmen, pikemen, knights, arcanists… All just lined up like they were going to get lunch at the school cafeteria. Most stood in silence. Some whispered to their neighbors in some kind of nervous yet…
    • Last Minute

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      by Tower Curator “Hey… What’s different about me compared to other mortals?” Alyssa asked. She almost left it at that until she realized just who she was asking. “To narrow down your responses, I’m specifically looking for the reasons why I can see and talk to angels. Not like ‘oh, your hair color is this specific shade of brown and your eyes are that shade of brown.” “Query accepted… Five zero three. Service unavailable. All Virtues of the Throne are currently occupied with other tasks. Please try…
    • Undefined

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      by Tower Curator “I can’t believe we just let them leave. Shouldn’t we have captured them or something?” “Weren’t you the one who told them to go tell their comrades to expect doom?” Alyssa propped herself up on her elbow, frowning at Brakkt. He was on the bed next to her, eyes closed and resting. She was pretty sure that he had enough spatial awareness to know that he was getting a bit of a look at the moment. “You say that, but we were going to let them go anyway, right? Nobody would willingly come…
    • Prophecy

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      by Tower Curator The vanguard for the Juno Federation included two familiar faces. Made up of only thirty people, Alyssa had to wonder at them sending two arcanists with them. She could honestly not remember either of their names. The man who had been captured by Brakkt and later freed during the incident at the palace was right at the head of the vanguard group. Just to his side and back, the woman who had been with him rode along. They were all on horses. Most of which were wearing some kind of armor over their heads…
    • Think Tank

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      by Tower Curator Having an entire palace filled with people preparing for all sorts of possibilities really took a great deal of the pressure off Alyssa. When Kasita first sent her the Message, she had instantly assumed that she would be handling everything herself. Her first experience with the Juno Federation came in the form of being briefly captured at a watch post just north of the city while the city’s guard marched against an army of monsters. She and Tzheitza, with an assist from Kasita, had been the ones to…
    • Grammatical Errors

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      by Tower Curator “I think,” Alyssa said, sketching out a design of her own, “it would be more efficient if you were to use these symbols.” Irulon accepted the piece of paper once Alyssa was finished, held it up, and stared for a long few moments. “Would this actually work? These two right here don’t seem to make sense with what I know of spell crafting and this one over here, I don’t recognize at all.” “Well, these two just make the request grammatically correct. I don’t have your formal knowledge…
    • Farce

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      by Tower Curator “Prince Brakkt took me on a walk through the palace gardens yesterday. We had such a lovely time. You should have followed along.” Alyssa stressed the latter line, hoping that Kasita would get it. While the mimic was on the bed, Alyssa sat on the edge of her desk, trying to remain casual and avoid any trembling in her voice. Kasita blinked. Her eyes flicked from Alyssa to the Endless Expanse through the window then just a little to the side. She could probably sense something. But she didn’t…
    • Warning: Hostile Intrusion Event Detected; Moving to Investigate Cover
      by Tower Curator Kasita lounged around, relaxing on the bed in Alyssa’s room. So far, she hadn’t said much, but she was watching Alyssa with the eyes of an eagle. When Alyssa paced to the left, Kasita’s head slowly followed her. When she lifted an arm, Kasita’s eyes went up with it. It was a bit uncomfortable, really. Alyssa was finding it difficult to concentrate. And her current task did require some small amount of concentration. Every time Alyssa practiced with Tenebrael’s crystal orb, she got hurt. It…
    • Near-Death Experience

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      by Tower Curator Over the course of Alyssa’s life, she had occasionally experienced brief instances where she felt a sudden moment of clarity. Flashes of insight into a problem or moments of inspiration for a project. They were always fleeting. Most of the time, the moment had passed and her only memory of the clarity was vague wisps on the edges of her thoughts. Sometimes, she would remember small aspects of the clarity, only to realize that it was all nonsense. My essay can be on… wait, what was I thinking…
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