The Devouring of Worlds - Ripple in the Dark

This is a PRE_ORDER listing attempt - The file is just an image, do not purchase, repeat, DO NOT PURCHASE, unless you wanna tip me, this is for testing because I am lame and need trial runs. I haven't done much to request a tip but this is me trying to be honest and just trying to get all the bugs out, thank you for your understanding that this is not the product, if anything it will get you added to a list for an ebook release.

Release date is February 13, 2026.

-------------------------------------------------

Jumping right into a world filled with magic, so filled its ripe for harvesting.

Following a witchlet, pfft, in name only, this bitch is 687 years old. Escaped a horrible place, places like that never got given a name, they all called them the pits. Those things however called them research centers. More like a depraved dungeon.

Wait, I'm talking about old news. That was over 500 years ago. 

Years since their last meeting with her trauma bonded best friend. Something about Velgar and Jacca being off to see about an egg? Way too much time had passed but little notice was paid?

Why?

Because silly, as any human would know, to dismantle an enemy, to disrupt a culture, to break a world for harvest. You keep everyone focused on something else. Fill them with fear. Make them not want to see what's over the hills or across the seas.

There will be sadness in this world. It is not a happy place really. Well not where our witchlet is but to be honest, it's like that all over. Only difference is, something might be paying more attention now. It's the furthest she has made it so far after all. At least, with this many allies still alive.

Our story will be more than just smut, good smut but that's only treats. This will be an adventure to save it or to end it. 

An adventure featuring a polyamorous female lead who might be more bendy on the female part. Who had roamed the southern half of the continent for nearly 400 years. Who has loved and lost and gotten tired of loosing beings. Who inspired more whispers of witches of old than the actual witches of old did. 

Unbeknownst to her, she rather distastes Velgars 'heroic' tales. Maybe that's the PTSD. Maybe it's just never right to boast of a kill, no matter how warranted. Be happy your alive but never boast. 

Our witchlet wears the bravado of a proud, powerful, and devote witch but it is a thin veneer holding together a broken and batter being who should have only ever known peace.