A Girl Called Lenjimmy_A Wizard's Window to the Soul_The Science God Reincarnates me as a Goblin
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A Girl Called Lenjimmy
They call her Lenjimmy Busker, and the first of April is her favorite day of the year.You didn’t know that, of course. By the time you had pulled in to the truck stop three hundred miles from nowhere, things like names and days and favorites had ceased to exist in your exhaustion-addled brain. You were dead on your feet and just about ready to keel over if not for the gurgling feeling in your belly. It was the kind of hunger that wouldn’t be satisfied by the half-empty bag of bugles in your passenger seat. The kind of hunger that needed warmth and protein; something to tear through with teeth ...
A Wizard's Window to the Soul
The window into her soul was broken. No matter what he tried to do, all he could see was the light refracting off the pieces of glass. They would cut her from the inside out if he wasn't able to fix this. It was a typical Monday. He went looking for one problem and found a completely different one altogether and the sun hadn't even gone down yet. This was fascinating though in how unusual it was. The glass floated around like it was suspended even to the smallest piece. If he could find the right spell he could bind them all together again and fuse them into the right mirror. Mirror of the so...
The Science God Reincarnates me as a Goblin Genius
The sound of coughing was heavy when Jacob became conscious to the world around him. Rising from the ground, rubbing his temples in discomfort Jacob felt like he had just gone twenty rounds with The Mountain in a wrestling ring."Ugh, I've got a headache this big." Jacob said to himself, rubbing the sides of his head with both hands as he tried to get an idea of his surroundings.Nothing, absolutely nothing. Just a white empty space. Jacob stood quickly and glanced about, "Hello! Anyone!?!"Jacob shouted, as he felt himself start to panic, where was he? How did he get here? Was he all alone? Was...
If Imps Ruled the World
Once there was a writer named Rafael Dieste, who was born in Rianxo inwww.onedoor.cc 1899、 It's all right if you don't know or care where Rianxo is, but believe me, it's a nice little fishing village on the eastern Atlantic shore. Several really important writers were born there, so there must be something in the water.Dieste, whose mother was from Uruguay but with family from Brazil and Portugal, ran into some serious difficulties when the civil war began in 1936, but he managed to survive. What is relevant here, however, is one of his books, Dos arquivos do trasno, which might be translated as The Imp's F...