Aspiring Author
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They say if you see one, it’s already too late. In the world of Even Half-Moons Smile, there is no name more feared—or more misunderstood—than Renati. Towering. Humanoid. Hairless. Their black, gold-eyed gaze sees more than it should. Their mouths stretch in unnatural smiles, hiding fangs that tear through myths and warriors alike. No one alive knows
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Have you ever stopped to wonder how the world sees you? How different that perception might be from how you see yourself? In my eyes, I am not a good person—just a person who tries to do good. To most, I am no one, just another face in the crowd. To some, I am a
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Let me start by saying—I am not a “talented” writer. English was (and still is) my worst subject. Aside from a bit of poetry—which, let’s be honest, is a whole different beast—I’ve never been naturally good at writing. Grammar and punctuation? A nightmare. Turning my thoughts into polished prose? Chaotic at best. So, how did
Ink & Shadows: The Words of Osiris j Reapor 