Superstes

MA 2 Ch 8.2: Ashes

He set off into the forest, following the familiar hunters' trails that wound between ancient spirit pines like ribbons laid across the landscape.

The trees here were absolutely massive —some of them easily thirty chi in diameter, their trunks rising straight and true for over a hundred chi before branching out into expansive canopies. They'd been standing for centuries, perhaps even millennia, and their presence created a temple-like atmosphere: s...

MA 2, Ch 8.1: Ashes

My mind's telling me nooo. 

But my booody! 

My boody is telling me yeaaahhh!

(Oh Merciful Heavens, wtf am I doing?)

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Six weeks had passed since the day Chen Mu killed the Boar King with nothing but a stick and his will, and the world had not ended.

He'd half-expected it to.

He had spent the first few days after the fight waiting for some catastrophic consequence —for Heaven's judgment to descend in thunder and li...

Riftborn: Shadow Play

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What’s your opinion on the latest Method Acting chapter?

Should I rewrite it?

MA Book 2, CH 7.2: The Dune Sea

Su Lian's cultivator senses cataloged the threats automatically, that clinical part of her mind assessing threats even as adrenaline began flooding her system:

Stage Two Qi Gathering — the smallest ones, barely larger than mortal scorpions but still deadly to unprotected mortal humans.

Stage Three and Four — the mid-sized warriors, each one more than a match for a trained guard in single combat.

Stage Five and Six — the massive soldiers, powerful enough to threaten eve...

Update

I've written literally tens of thousands of words over the last three days, and am now in the editing process. It's been a busy weekend! You can expect aggressive updates coming up -- in both stories. And, there's an upcoming member-only "surprise" arriving next month. I can't wait to share it with you all!

MA Book 2, Ch 7.1: The Dune Sea

The Sand Salamander's back was surprisingly comfortable.

Su Lian had expected the ride to be jarring, rough — a necessary misery to endure for the sake of escape. But the reality was vastly different from her assumptions. The creature's gait, that strange six-legged undulation as it moved across the desert sands, created a very gentle rocking motion that reminded her of boats on calm water. The large merchant tents erected on the reinforced platform strapped to the Salamander's broad ...

Folk Hero

Chapter Update is coming Sunday, then Wednesday.

33 Books You (Should) Have Read In High School

An example of my non-fiction work.

This book discusses some of the most influential lit...

Beyond The Dune Sea

Caribbean Christmas!

It's a bit early for that holiday season, but I do hope y'all will check out my piano jazz album "Caribbean Christmas", which I released last year. There's sheet music for it too on Amazon if you happen to play the piano. I'll give the sheet music book free to members, just DM me if you're interested!

MA Book 2, Ch 6.2: Tianlong Tianba

When Princess Long Xueyue walked into the Garden of Harmonious Discourse precisely at the fourth hour, Crown Prince Tianlong Tianba was standing beside the pavilion, apparently admiring a specimen of winter jasmine.

He turned as her footsteps crunched on the white gravel, his mouth opening to deliver whatever carefully prepared greeting he had planned —

— and stopped dead, his expression freezing mid-transition from calculated warmth to something approaching physical shock. 2025-10-29 07:46:08 +0000 UTC View Post

Prologue: Good Lighting

AN: I just can't help myself. But this story has been in the works for a LONG time.

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The Los Angeles sun, even in late October, possessed a certain relentless quality, a golden glare that bounced off the chrome of a thousand luxury cars and the oversized, mirrored sunglasses of a million hopefuls, each one convinced they were just one audition, one chance encounter, away from stardom.

My clinic – or rather,...

MA Book 2, Ch 6.1: Tianlong Tianba

The summons arrived with impeccable timing — the morning after Xueyue emerged from seclusion, precisely long enough for her to have a bath, change into a new set of robes, and begin settling in for a working breakfast while reviewing Wei Long’s intelligence reports.

Not nearly long enough to rest or fully prepare.

Not long enough to seek an audience with her Heavenly Father, the Emperor, and secure his support and formal acknowledgment of her breakthrough — which was, of cou...

Method Acting OST: Mountain Village

MA Book 2, Ch 5.2 The Crimson Witch

The answer came the next morning, delivered with a knock on her door.

Su Lian opened it cautiously, her spiritual senses already extended, ready for another confrontation. But the man standing in the narrow hallway radiated no hostility. He was tall, weathered, with skin the color of polished teak wood and eyes that held the perpetual squint of someone who'd spent decades staring at desert horizons under the unforgiving southern sun. His clothes were practical traveling gear —reinforc...

Training Montage

I'm editing Chapter 6 right now. Then I'll get started on 7. Don't worry, updates are coming.

MA Book 2, Ch 5.1 The Crimson Witch

The confrontation came three days later, arriving with the grim inevitability of a desert sunrise.

Su Lian had known it would come. In a place like Onyx Pass — a festering wound of a town clinging to the last vestiges of Imperial authority before the lawless expanse of the Great Southern Dune Sea — violence and intimidation were the currencies that mattered. She'd humiliated someone connected. She'd demonstrated power. And in this harsh, unforgiving frontier where strength was the o...

MA Book 2, Ch 4.2: Epiphany

The path to the northern caves was one he knew well — one he had walked dozens of times over the past months while gathering herbs and firewood, or exploring the valleys and ridges with the cautious curiosity of someone learning a new home.

But today, everything looked different.

The forest seemed to press in closer, the ancient spirit pines looming overhead like silent witnesses to his passage. Their bark was deeply furrowed, dark with age, and their branches created a canopy s...

MA Book 2, CH 4.1: Epiphany

The night after Da-Li's rescue, Chen Mu did not sleep.

He lay on his rough cot in Old Man Bao's hut, staring up at the darkened ceiling beams where shadows pooled and shifted with each flicker of the banked hearth. The wood grain patterns seemed to writhe in the dim orange glow — ancient whorls and knots that had witnessed decades, perhaps centuries while they were still living flora, before being shaped into shelter. Outside, the wind moved through the pine trees with a sound like di...

Can you imagine how good that fight would look animated?

MA Book 2, Ch3.2: The Weight Of Jade

AN: Double Release!

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The ritual took three hours.

Wei Long worked in absolute silence, his movements carrying the precise, economical grace of a master craftsman who had performed the same task a thousand times before. He drew on the polished jade floor with a brush tipped with the hairs of a celestial fox that had lived for over a millennium before being rumored to have ascended to the Heavens themselves — and, whether that story was true or ...

MA B2 Ch 3.1: The Weight Of Jade

For six long months, I was a ghost in my own body, my consciousness a solitary island adrift on a raging, internal sea of liquefied Qi. The seclusion chamber, with its humming jade walls, ceased to be a physical place. It was my tomb, my crucible, the entire cosmos contained within the fragile vessel of my flesh.

My Dantian was a pool of terrifying, absolute purity. The liquefied Frost Qi within me was a vast, placid ocean, so refined, so free of the world's dross, that it ...