About Tower Curator
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It was no wonder that Zoe Baxter had run off. Human children were menaces. The entire lot of them. Even the quiet ones. In fact, they were the worst of all. The others tended to be more honest with their disinterest. They would twiddle with their phones, or their thumbs, or simply ignore her while talking--loudly, more often than not--with their friends. The quiet ones sat, taking notes in their notebooks. They waited for dismissal before gathering their supplies and they always turned on their…-
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Eva tossed the now slightly damp towel over her shoulder, not caring in the slightest where it actually landed. She exited the showers completely in the nude. Arachne followed her out at her heels. Devon still sat, snoring in his chair. For a moment, she considered waking him. After glancing at the large bruise on his forehead, Eva decided he looked tired enough to leave alone. Besides, he managed to sleep through all the noise of the showers. Never had she felt so alive. She stopped and…
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The long hallway. Blood red walls with a black hardwood floor. A narrow carpet protected the hardwood from the sharp undersides of Eva's feet. There were no doors. No side passages. Nothing at all apart from a way forwards and a way backwards. It looked exactly as it had every other time. Eva took off at a run. And promptly got nowhere. It didn't matter which way she ran. Neither direction ever took her anywhere apart from where she was. Yet Eva ran. There had to be progress…
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The surface of the liquid was so close. Juliana could see the light glinting off the surface. She stretched high, pulling herself up through the murky liquid with a long sweep of her arm. Her metal was gone, left back at the prison. All that she kept was around her arms. The two bracers barely made up enough to form a dagger or two. And Juliana was very seriously considering ditching that much. Her movements were slow and sluggish. Like she was swimming in honey. The water she had entered at the…
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Genoa started off with the easy ones. The slow, the sluggish, the immobile. None of them had the ability to move out of the way. Most of the golems had the same weakness. While the sewn on demon bits had strength and durability, their human parts were just as weak as any other human. Their creator had learned a few tricks since the attack on Brakket. A good number of the golems had armored plates stapled onto the human body. One, Genoa noted as she stabbed another through the throat, had a shiny…
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Abominations this, sacrifice for the people that. Does Brother Maynard never tire of hearing himself speak? Standing at attention while listening to speeches about the glory of a combat death in the service of fellow men was possibly one of the most tedious things Ali had ever experienced. Especially when, despite the necromancer being present, their primary goal was the hunting of one of their own. The rogue augur Nel Stirling would surely be comforted by the false sorrow projected by Brother…
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"This is it?" Zoe nodded along with Devon's words. She had to double-check the address to be certain, but this was the building. There were certain places that certain people tended to gravitate towards. A doctor might be found in a hospital or a well-to-do home. Police stations generally housed officers. If she were looking for a grave robber, Zoe would start at a cemetery at night. A brightly lit five-star hotel in the center of a moderately sized town was the last place she would have looked…
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"Stop," 'Shalise' said. She dug a hand into Juliana's shoulder and pressed her up against the wall. Six demons of varying size and shape ran past without a second glance in their direction. All hurried on down the corridor towards the crystal room. Just like the last three groups had. Prax held her for another few seconds, completely ignoring the metal flowing around his fingers. Juliana couldn't be entirely certain when that had happened. She only noticed that she had activated her ferrokinesis…
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Juliana groaned out. Fever heat had always bothered her. She hated the simultaneous inclination to both kick off her covers and gather them around her in a cushy pile. There was just no winning either way. The moment the covers were off, she'd be too cold. Gather them up and she'd be too hot. And someone had the brilliant idea to dump an extremely heavy, extremely hot blanket on top of her. Groaning again, Juliana reached out to shove the blanket off. The tips of her fingers found themselves…
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Zoe was not enjoying her assignment. It was new magic--new to her, at least. Exactly the kind of magic she liked getting her hands on. But it was all wrong. Zoe had always been a firm proponent of the idea that magic was inherently neutral. Magic that other mages might consider 'white' could be used for nefarious purposes while 'black' magic was just as suited towards helping people as it was to hurting people. Magic was a tool. Nothing more. What someone did with that tool was entirely up to…
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