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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.

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    • Botany and The Bar Cover
      by Tower Curator Irene dug her fingers into the moist soil. The small hole grew as she wiggled her fingers. As smooth and soft as the magically modified dirt was, she could feel it grinding underneath her fingernails. She had to purchase a fingernail brush for this class alone. Her nails were clipped short and she'd long given up painting them. Other students wore gloves to avoid getting dirt on their hands. Irene's hands instantly turned into balls of sweat the moment gloves touched her. Her hand snapped back to her…
    • Extra Lessons Cover
      by Tower Curator "F D P L T C E O," Shalise said without hesitation. "Good," Professor Baxter said. "Next line down?" "P E Z D I O E T O." "Close. Still, better vision than almost any normal person." Professor Baxter shut off the projector. "Keep practicing that spell and I might have to pull out the air mage chart." Shalise canceled the spell. Her vision went dark and she could barely hear the professor talking. No, it didn't go dark. Her brain just needed a reboot and adjust to unenhanced senses. It…
    • Combat Class Cover
      by Tower Curator "Come on, it'll be fun." Eva shared a glance with Juliana. Both girls sighed. Shalise quirked her head to one side as she shoved a spoonful of lasagna and bean pie into her mouth. Eva couldn't actually see the meal, but she could smell it. She was very glad she didn't often get hungry for lunch. "I'm going," Jordan said. "Me too," Shelby piped up quickly. Max shook his head. After finishing his food--someone had mentioned his bad habit over the last few months, Eva wasn't sure who--he…
    • The Bull Cover
      by Tower Curator Her hug was only stiffly returned. She pulled away from the target of her embrace and glanced over her friend. Shalise took one look at Eva and her stomach sank. "Y-your eyes... that isn't from when you saved me, is it?" Eva just tilted her head to the side in a confused look. She leaned slightly against Juliana's desk. "No. Why would you think that? I was sitting around on the floor holding you for several minutes afterwards." That must have been a stupid question, Shalise thought even as she…
    • Christmas Cover
      by Tower Curator "Your grip has tightened since Halloween." "I heard you were staying in town for Christmas," Eva shrugged. "I went out to buy a stress ball straight away." Genoa Rivas barked out a laugh. "Good. Good." She released Eva's hand and clasped her own on the shoulder of her partner. With a light shove, the spindly man stumbled forwards. He managed to avoid crashing into Eva by inches. "This is my husband, Carlos." A spindly arm stretched out to Eva. "H-hello," he said in a high-pitched…
    • Dismantling Operations Cover
      by Tower Curator The pleasant heat vanished. A cool musk rushed in to replace it. Slowly, carefully, Arachne set Eva down on the slightly uneven ground. She used all of her legs to help steady Eva until she got her balance under control. Eva shrugged her off and kept her own balance. She stumbled forwards almost immediately. One of Arachne's limbs reached out and steadied her. Without toes, Eva had to pick up her feet straight up in order to walk. It wasn't quick and it wasn't elegant. More of a waddle.…
    • Ylva | Out of the Fire Cover
      by Tower Curator Juliana ran out of the small building titled Womens Ward. Even without asking her, Zoe could see the blond hadn't found her roommate. Truly a troublesome student. If Eva just ran off somewhere with Mr. Carter without telling anyone, Zoe would be sticking a tracking tag on the girl. If she hadn't run off... well, she would probably still be getting a tracking tag, so long as she came back in one piece. "I couldn't go into her room," Juliana said, "but I made a lot of noise at the door. I don't…
    • The Void Cover
      by Tower Curator Eva jolted awake. Gritty sand flew in all directions as she flopped over to her back. She could feel it; it ground into her hair, her mouth, her finger stubs, her-- This isn't the prison or the dorms, Eva thought. She looked around. Eva landed on a small island. Water stretched endlessly as far as Eva could see. A small flutter of hope beat in Eva's chest. She brought her wrist to her face slowly. Her fingers were still gone. She could see them, or rather, she couldn't see them. But she could…
    • The Frying Pan Cover
      by Tower Curator "You knock on your own door?" Irene quirked an eyebrow in Juliana's direction. The two finished shopping in record time. The subpar selection offered by shops around Brakket certainly helped. Still, Juliana made out with a new uniform and plenty of everyday clothes. Her favorite purchase was a brand new winter coat. It was cut long with an outer layer of wool and fleece lining. Her old coat wasn't technically ruined due to being hung up near the door when the golems attacked. As long as Zoe lifted…
    • Clairaudience Cover
      by Tower Curator "It was trying to climb up onto the counter. I just added spikes to the bottom of my shoes and stomped on it. Professor Baxter and Sister Cross came into the room a moment later." Eva leaned back, listening to Juliana's story. She'd already heard it once, though that one was a lot different. A shame really. All the good parts were left out of this version. Of course, the audience might not be able to take the unsanitized version. Irene sat across from Eva. Her pork riblets had been shoved to the…
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