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When I nodded, he smiled in relief and gently stroked my head.
Ah… but still.
I might be fine, but you are not.
The neurotoxin consuming his body continued to worsen with every passing moment.
Because of me, more and more painful scars spread across his beautiful face.
I quietly reached up and touched his cheek.
He stopped the hand that had been patting my head and tilted his head slightly in confusion.
Yet his expression remained just as gentle as ever.
Qiluo: “You look worried. What’s wrong?”
You: “Qiluo…”
Qiluo: “…Don’t make that face. I told you before, didn’t I?
You promised not to worry about me.”
You: “But…”
Qiluo: “I was prepared for this. And so were you, right?
You have to stay strong.
It’s okay. I’ll keep standing until the very end, and I won’t die until I’ve seen you off.”
You: “……”
Those words made my wavering resolve tremble even more.
I had made it this far because of him.
And yet, more than gratitude, I was overwhelmed by guilt for hurting him like this.
As if he could sense everything I was feeling, Qiluo lovingly brushed his fingers against my cheek.
Qiluo: “I’m fine. Seeing you make that face hurts me.
You’re going back to Earth, aren’t you?
So say those words again.
Those words alone are enough to keep us moving forward.”
You: “……”
Enduring the ache tightening in my chest, I forced out the words that bound both him and me together.
You: “Fight for me.
And… I want you to die for me…”
As I spoke through trembling tears, he smiled softly and nodded.
Qiluo: “Of course.
Come on, just a little longer now.
…Let’s go.”
While they refused to tell me anything about the next game (bastards!), Halo Studios writers Jeff Easterling and Alexander Wakeford did spill the beans about the new short story collection "Halo: Waypoint Chronicles: Volume One" in this exclusive interview.
https://paulsemel.com/exclusive-interview-halo-waypoint-chronicles-volume-one-authors-jeff-easterling-and-alexander-wakeford/
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Hello everyone. After a long time, I've finally finished the first book of a series I've been planning for years! It's a genre blend of science fiction, fantasy, fairy-tale, and pirates.
Caspen Red: Voices Carry — 19 chapters, 39k words, and more love, sweat, and tears than I know how to translate into words. So I won't try. I'm sorry.
All I want is for one person to read it and understand what I'm going for. To see the vision like I do. So I can go through with this and not wonder if it was ever worth it to begin with. That sounds really dramatic, I am dramatic sometimes.
If that person is you, PLEASE, it's free! My whole story is going on wattpad, the first one completed today!
An orphan with a dead legend's name. A ghost in a broken down ship. A girl who's stranger then she seems. In a galaxy where music is outlawe
Just finished devouring Rogue Protocol by Martha Wells and I’m not okay 🚀🤖
If you haven’t met Murderbot yet, what are you even doing with your life? This snarky, anxious, media-bingeing, security-hacktivist SecUnit is back in the third installment of The Murderbot Diaries and it is everything.
In Rogue Protocol, our favorite construct who just wants to watch trashy soap operas and avoid human interaction gets pulled into another mission involving shady corporate secrets, deadly research facilities, and the kind of moral gray areas that make Murderbot’s threat-assessment algorithms go haywire. Cue the hacking, the reluctant heroics, the savage internal monologue, and the slow-burn found-family vibes that hit different every single time.
Martha Wells continues to deliver perfection: sharp wit, breakneck pacing, and that signature blend of hard sci-fi, corporate dystopia, and chaotic introvert representation we didn’t know we needed.
If you love:
AI protagonists with anxiety
Murderbot being done with everyone’s shit
Space stations, evil megacorps, and epic fight scenes
Novellas you can finish in one glorious sitting
→ Rogue Protocol is your next obsession.
ISBN: 9781250185433
Go read The Murderbot Diaries right now. You’ll thank me later (or send me increasingly unhinged messages about how much you love your angry robot son, same thing).
A retelling of the epic journey of Odysseus back to Ithaca, against all odds & the gods themselves, set in a rich scifi galaxy far away
Why write TheOdyssey as scifi, you ask?
Not to be different. Not to be cute. Not to follow "trends".
I want to recapture the same sense of wonder and impossible odds of the original AT THE TIME IT WAS WRITTEN.
In the 21st century, the sea has almost no mysteries left.
Space does.
In the 21st century, the distances and travel means between Troy and Ithaca are meaningless.
But not if they're separated by light-years, in a vast galaxy.
In the 21st century, we know there are no Gods who rule the world.
Oligarchs do.
And that's why if I'm re-telling this story now, in the 21st century, it has to be set in space, in a galaxy far far away...
