《Summoned! To an RPG world (LitRPG)》Chapter 28: Bodies Among the Heather
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I've had to take the story offline as I've enrolled it in Kindle Unlimited and need to comply with their 10% only online rule. Apologies if anyone was interrupted mid read.
If you want to read the book version or simply want to show support for my writing, it's available here.
For those of you who like audiobooks, you'll be glad to learn that there's one in production.
I've also got a couple of stories still running on Royal Road. Summoned! To Grimworld is another LitRPG basebuilding story, this time inspired by the game of Rimworld and the efforts of a 92-year-old artist and an 18-year-old Finnish princess to survive and prosper in a world of many hostile tribes and creatures, having been swapped into new bodies on Grimworld.
The White Dragon is a alternate history fantasy, set in Roman times, where the Romans are intent on an invasion of Farie, or as they call it, Tartarus.
Cheers,
Oisin
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