Mythos : LILI G MUST DIE's Prīmulī Universe derives many of its concepts from classical mythology/religion. Lili's Uncle Michael (really her grandfather) was once known as St. Michael the Archangel, as well as Thor, Osiris and Apollo due to his infrequent interactions with humans throughout the ages. These days, Michael works as a curator of ancient Earth arts, while preventing Lili from melting everything she sees into slag. Lili also has another uncle: Gabriel (a.k.a. Ares, God of War). After her parents, he's her favorite relative. 29th century Azul differs completely from what the reader would believe, based on today's popular offerings. There is no social media. No one has a smart phone. The DataNet is highly regulated. Biotech implants, which had turned Earthlings into virtual zombies, were outlawed before the Exodus' arrival. Movie stars were long ago replaced by CGI and artificial intelligence created for the entertainment industry. In fact, celebrity sta...
I don't usually write tutorials or critiques (although I did write a post called Creating an Alien Language for your Manuscript) , but the other day I was fighting with someone on a web forum (I like fighting. It's fun!), and someone corrected a poster, stating that the person had incorrectly said "their" when it should have been "they're". In essence, the line read "they already have their tickets." Possessive - tickets that belong to "them." However, the responder said it should have been written, "they already have they're tickets." Ooof. My pet peeve. The three "theres" Look, it's all very simple. There are three words that sound exactly the same but are used differently. "There" has many forms (data from dictionary.com). adverb 1. in or at that place (opposed to here ): She is there now. 2. at that point in an action, speech, etc.: He stopped there ...
A complimentary, sample chapter from LILI G MUST DIE FIRST KILL W here am I? I move through the pitch black, feeling my way along an icky, stone wall of sorts. It is slimy and gross, like snot, yet for some reason I am unable to smell the moisture's composition. The clanging of cold steel rings in my brain like a hammer against a bell of iron, and to make everything worse, I feel sick to my stomach. I truly fear I will vomit again. But I must not, for the enemy shall detect the scent of my discharge, and thus easily track my location. Then they will eat my face—and my eyeballs. Vampires enjoy eating eyeballs. I find it difficult to move. The boots I pilfered last week are ill fitting, and have filled with mud. They make an unsettling sloshing sound with each delicate step I take in this unfamiliar passage. Worse yet, I fear I will be heard...
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