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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
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    • Of Thrones and Deities

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      by Tower Curator “It’s been twenty minutes,” Kasita said, staring at Alyssa’s phone. “We’re almost to the point where we can leave, according to Irulon.” “Let’s give it another ten, just to be safe.” As Alyssa spoke, she stared around their sphere, watching, trying to decipher exactly what the angels were doing off in that other world. The vast majority seemed to simply fly about, usually toward or away from the main tower. Every once in a while, two angels would stop and chat. Sometimes it looked…
    • The Endless Expanse

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      by Tower Curator Alyssa stayed for ten minutes, just sitting and waiting for something to go wrong. Accelero was still active—if something did go wrong, she wanted the extra speed. That meant that she would have to wait another thirty minutes before canceling the spell, but that might just be worth it. So many things came to mind. From the Justice having compromised the structural integrity of the sliver before it left reality proper to lesser members of the Astral Authority portaling their way in to try to kill…
    • Continuum Split

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      by Tower Curator “What are you doing?” Alyssa shouted as soon as she got over her shock of having the demon drop down right in front of her. It wasn’t much of a shock. As it turned out, having angels and mimics constantly pop up out of nothing had immunized her to most forms of suddenly appearing people. It helped that the demon wasn’t going to attack her. She could tell that much from how the demon hadn’t drop-kicked her on her way down from whatever panel of the broken glass dome she had launched herself…
    • Beneath the Fractured Dome

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      by Tower Curator The bubble fell. The little sliver of reality that had protected their troupe shimmered, broke into shards, and vanished. Brilliant golden light from the Justice forced Alyssa to squint as it chased away the moonlight. It felt all the brighter now that she had spent an hour in relative darkness. A small Light spell that they had sparked up couldn’t compare. At least the bubble had done its job. Alyssa, along with her companions, sat on a small patch of untouched land. All around them, trees, earth,…
    • Sketched Out

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      by Tower Curator Shards of glass hung in the air around Alyssa, swirling in a languid tornado. Each facet of each shard displayed an image. With her heightened knowledge of how the first high level spell she had ever used actually worked, she knew that it wasn’t displaying literally every possible action she could be taking at the moment. Had that been true, the shards would have been overwhelmed by different images of her standing around in ever so slightly different positions. There would be so many infinitesimally…
    • Beneath the Dome

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      by Tower Curator “Hm.” “Hm? Hm?” Alyssa hissed, snatching the binoculars back from Irulon to find out the extent of the damage removing that mask might have caused. So far, it didn’t look like too much had gone wrong. Both the demon’s hands were still clamped around the tip of the Justice’s sword. But every scrap of leather that had once bound her body had fallen away, turned to dust and ash that coated the molten ground surrounding her without actually being consumed. But the ash only entered into…
    • Trudge

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      by Tower Curator “You don’t have to come. This is a bad idea.” “Not hearing you put forth any better ideas,” Irulon said, voice a bit terse as they walked over the top of the swamp. She had made a bridge from shifting shards of fractal glass, taking them right over the top of the knee-deep water. It was a strange spell. It looked like they should have fallen right through it. Or perhaps it looked like their ankles should have been flayed to bits. Yet it was solid enough that even Izsha, walking behind Alyssa…
    • Iona

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      by Tower Curator Iona tried to make himself look as small and as inconspicuous as possible. It helped that he was small to begin with. Not only was he still young, but gremlins were naturally small. The tallest members of his species generally only reached the height of a human adolescent. If he wrapped himself in a plain cloak and put up a hood to hide his turquoise hair and large ears, he might even be able to pass as a human child. He didn’t smell like a human, but that wasn’t a problem. According to some of the…
    • Asylum

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      by Tower Curator The group of monsters continued on toward Illuna, this time with Alyssa at the head of the group, Brakkt at the rear, and Fela moving about and making herself seen. Brakkt in particular had his eyes everywhere, looking for any sign of the group that was chasing after the monsters. A quick Message to Volta had revealed that Martin, acting as the current regent of Illuna, was willing to meet with the monsters to discuss a possible peaceful resolution to their problems. Which meant that Brakkt actually had…
    • A Long March

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      by Tower Curator “They don’t look like an army,” Alyssa said, lowering her binoculars and handing them off to Brakkt. They were a few hours away from the city now. Still well away from the Plains of the Dead, but close enough that the greenery wasn’t quite as omnipresent as it was around the city and the river that ran next to it. They had stopped at an old ruin of sorts. Some watchtower, perhaps. It once sat upon a hill, but now was only rubble save for a single flat wall that looked like a stiff breeze might…
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