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Anexo Danatuás e outros (ficção - português)

Para melhor compreensão dos fatos e personagens dos livros baseados nos Danatuás e outros livros do autor, como Memórias de um deus, Além da cortina, Assaltando o céu,...

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That Time I Fell From The Sky

Roz gets off work exhausted and goes straight home to bed but next thing he knows is that he is falling from the sky in another world and he is a girl. What could go wrong? And what awaits him in this new world? And more importantly... why was he summoned?

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System gone rogue

On planet Gaia, every country is assigned a system. When a new country is born, so is a new system. The system receives a mentor to teach it how to do it's job properly.Hey! Listen to me!The system ensures that everything is functioning properly.Sire! We have an emergency!Inhabitants get assigned the right classes.Not that class!Dungeons are of the appropriate level.I said to start with a low level one!And everyone is happy.Why!?! God! Why did you give me this class?Except maybe in one country, where the system just does whatever it wants. The country is thrown into chaos and inhabitants have to figure out how to get things to work, when the system is doing everything wrong.

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Stokeley?

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Soaring High - Discontinued

On a dark night in Bludhaven, Nightwing happens to meet a new hero who goes by the name, Seabird. Who is she? And should he trust her? FemPercy Jackson (Seabird)/Dick Grayson (Nightwing)Short story, followed by many one-shots

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The Hunt

Cecily's blade swung, hitting its mark as always. The man's arm fell to the cold grass of the prison with a familiar thud. He let out a blood curdling scream. A warning to the rest. Stay away, the Hunter is here. That's the name they'd given her, the Hunter. After she cut off the man who tried to rape hers masculinity, they stayed away. She'd made it clear anyone who tried to touch her would be hunted and slaughtered. Cecily kneeled down, pushing the man's face into the dirt so she could use his back as a seat while she trifled through his belongings. "You're hurting my ears," she told him, no remorse in her voice. "Quiet down before I really do kill you."The man but his lip, well aware that she wasn't lying. Sobs shook him, making for an uncomfortable seat. She, however, didn't particularly feel the beed to kill him. It happened, not often, but it did. "Oh, hush up," she hissed, taking out a bag of rations with her metal hand, "it doesn't hurt that bad."With her good, human hand, she dropped the plastic bag of food into her own bag. She pushed up, off the man back. As she was about to walk away, bag slung over her shoulder, brushing against her autumn colored braid, she turned back to him. "Consider yourself lucky," she said, no hatred in her voice, there never was. "Consider yourself lucky that you didn't do anything stupid. And even luckier if one of the scum bagged criminals in here feel a little light in their hearts and help you. Consider yourself luckier if you die there."With that, her old black and white Nike sneakers carried her off into the brush of the huge prison.