Felix’s brain was trying to process everything.
Tiny was, as is tradition, huge. His chin cleared 6 feet, and he had a deceptive layer of fat over what Felix knew had to be huge muscles. A strong tan, callouses on his hands that Felix could see from where he was standing, and a particular way of holding himself suggested the man worked in construction. A wifebeater and blue jeans completed the look.
And he was standing on his steps.
If he was just over to fix someth...
2026-01-30 13:00:09 +0000 UTC
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“Some people misunderstand Roko. They think he was a body slider, hopping from one body to the next when the current one got bad. They think he left brainless bodies behind, and there was only one Roko that needed to be killed.
That belief is entirely wrong.
Roko was legion. He’d take over an entire town. From the oldest grandfather to the unborn babies, Roko would replace every single mind. The entire town would be Roko, putting on a...
2026-01-29 13:00:07 +0000 UTC
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Lisa Wilbourn, AKA Tattletale, had a raging migraine.
The bank heist was supposed to be a quick, simple job. Go in, rob the bank, download a few files, grab a couple of documents, and get out. Embarrass the Wards as they escaped, end up nearly a hundred thousand dollars richer after Coil tripled their haul.
With the new girl, Skitter, it should’ve been about as easy as villainy ever was in Brockton Bay.
How had the day gone so wrong, so fast?
First, Panace...
2026-01-28 13:00:10 +0000 UTC
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Felix just physically lifted his luggage over his head, and wobbled over the sand back to his gate. He couldn’t have done that before going to Camelot. Several months of exercise and good food had done wonders for him.
That, and the luggage was practically empty. That helped. A lot.
Sora was practically bouncing around him.
“Where are we going to go first? What should we see? Are cars really that dangerous? How about wingsuits? Are wingsuit...
2026-01-27 13:00:13 +0000 UTC
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In the hall of Alaric Morsin, whose wealth was vast but heart withered, came Maid Rose, whose beauty shone like moonlight on new-forged steel. Fair of face and fey of blood, she stirred the ghost of his first love, long cold in the barrow-mound.
Alaric took her to his bed, scorning vows and kindred. His hearth-wife raged like the sea in storm, and his blood-sons - most bitterly Dorian the Grim - spoke of blood-price and shame.
But Rose, though touched by witchcraft, held li...
2026-01-26 13:00:15 +0000 UTC
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You're getting the last chapter of the Saga on Monday, so here's the entire thing! Think of it as a mini-teaser for tomorrow.
This was compiled by a beta reader, Sputnik. Thank you!!
Note: For anyone reading the whole thing and between the lines - I originally had dates on each part of Bjorn's Saga, making it clear that he's NOT a bastard Morsin. However, that fit well for a 'chronicles' type epigraph. Bjorn, however, was more Nordic in nature, and a viking saga fit him more prope...
2026-01-25 21:31:13 +0000 UTC
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Hey all!
Short version: I'm taking February off. Patreon's going to be paused, some content will still be posted. Artwork, maybe a chapter or two. Freebies!
December kicked my ass, but my backlog and the time off I scheduled meant I could weather it all.
January kicked my ass just as hard, and I'm out of backlog. Literally, I've got two chapters left in my backlog after this week's posts got prepped. Sure, I'll restore a good amount with this week's writing, b...
2026-01-25 21:14:23 +0000 UTC
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Rose walked the sea’s edge, alone, where the gulls cry and foam dances. The great sea-wards, laid by the wise of Dublin, lay dormant - cracked like old shields and under repair.
From the mists came Skorri Blood-eye, breaker of oaths and scourge of the west isles, his dragon-ships knifing through fog like sharks through seal-flesh.
Steel sang, flames rose, and thralls were taken.
The Saga of Bjorn, Verse 2
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Sora lived to fly. She lived ...
2026-01-23 13:00:10 +0000 UTC
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Rose, with six others, was bound in chains of bronze and tears. Skorri laughed, his one red eye blazing like a cursed star. They could not breach Dublin’s heart - its rune-stones still stood fast - but they gnawed at its bones and carried spoils enough to boast of in song and mead-hall.
Thus the wolf of the north turned his prow toward other shores, trailing smoke and sorrow behind him.
The Saga of Bjorn, Verse 3
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“Hey Felix, are yo...
2026-01-22 13:00:09 +0000 UTC
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One down! A dozen more to go!
I wasn’t planning on ruling the place or trying to take over, so I didn’t really care how dumb the local government was going to be when it came to their long-term planning. Letting mercenaries stick around was just asking for trouble, but since I didn’t see Exterreri planting their flag here anytime soon? Eh, I was happy paying Faultline off and calling it a day.
New Wave made a bunch of claims, all of which I was boiling down t...
2026-01-21 13:00:10 +0000 UTC
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The longships faded into the mist once more, their bellies fat with plunder and pain. The thralls were herded like cattle into strange lands.
The Saga of Bjorn, Verse 4
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Felix found that he had both too much to bring home, and not enough. It was ‘only’ a short trip back, he didn’t want to lug around everything, but he also didn’t want to be without his books and spend the entire trip slacking off.
In the end, practical considera...
2026-01-20 13:00:11 +0000 UTC
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Bjorn was born in fire and shadow, the son claimed by no man, and yet son of all vengeance. The thrall-woman Rose groaned in a darkened hut, alone save for an old crone and the hiss of the hearth.
He came into the world not crying, but growling like a bear cub torn too early from the womb.
The Saga of Bjorn, Verse 5
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It was Wednesday, the last week before autumn break, and Felix was filing into his Natural World class right behind Emily. The poor ...
2026-01-19 13:00:19 +0000 UTC
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Bjorn, child of chains, knew not his father - some whispered Skorri, others the gods. But his eyes held a storm and his fists closed quick around steel.
He grew with fire in his bones and a hunger in his soul, burning to carve his name in the ice of fate, so all who walked Midgard would remember Bjorn Rosearson
The Saga of Bjorn, Verse 6
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Professor Paracelsus flicked his wand, and a half-dozen ritual slates went soaring through the air, neat...
2026-01-16 13:00:10 +0000 UTC
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In the rough yards and shadowed corners where the sons of warriors play, Bjorn, wolf-born and mother-tethered, was set upon.
They mocked his face - dark of eye and hair, unlike the flaxen brood of the fjord.
They mocked his mother - Rose, sickly thrall and sea-lost flower, who withered in the northern frost.
They mocked his name, fatherless, rootless, unclaimed.
But Bjorn did not run. He gave back blow for blow, tooth for tooth, and blood was his constant compan...
2026-01-15 13:00:07 +0000 UTC
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There were a silly number of groups and gangs in Brockton Bay. Frankly, what was the local government doing? They had their own forces, and should be hammering down all the gangs as fast as they cropped up. Instead, they seemed to just stand around with a thumb up their ass. In no particular order, there was the Empire 88, Azn Bad Boys, Merchants, Undersiders, Coil, Uber & Leet, Parian, Circus, New Wave, Faultline, and I was probably forgetting someone.
Well...
2026-01-14 13:00:11 +0000 UTC
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At twelve winters, when boys are barely men, Bjorn was called by Stigandr the Drowned - black-eyed raider of the western isles.
A thrall’s son? A ghost’s get?
And yet, the drowned man saw promise.
Though Bjorn knew no runes, held no staff nor spell-bound charm, he took the offer, grasped it like a hungry wolf to a bone.
The Saga of Bjorn, Verse 9
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Erik woke up with a smile. The warm memory of Alex’s chaste kiss on his cheek...
2026-01-13 13:00:09 +0000 UTC
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AN: I'm really struggling to write recently. Only got three chapters done this week. Don't worry! You're all getting the full 5.
I don't know WHAT'S wrong with me. It's possible that with the end of year and all the tax and other stuff, I'm just overwhelmed. I anticipate full chapters through the month. Schedule might change in Feb. I'll let you all know ahead of time what's going on!
Cheers!
Selkie
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Among runecasters and shield-bearers, Bjorn proved his...
2026-01-12 13:00:17 +0000 UTC
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The wind howled like grieving gods as Rose, pale and broken, gave up her breath.
Bjorn knelt beside her, no longer boy but not yet whole man.
She took his hand, called him bjartur - bright one - and spoke her last:
“Live well, and bury my ashes where sea meets sky.”
And then the light left her.
The Saga of Bjorn, Verse 11
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Erik smiled as Alexandria stepped out of her room, looking like a vision. Her hair w...
2026-01-09 13:00:07 +0000 UTC
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Bjorn built her pyre with his own hands, laid her in flame like a queen.
The ashes he gathered into a small jar of silver and bone, worn always at his belt.
From that day, men called him The Ashen One.
Not only for the urn he carried -
But for the cities left smoldering in his wake.
The Saga of Bjorn, Verse 12
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Alexandria’s face itched, and she hated it. Hated the constant pain. Hated how it fra...
2026-01-08 13:00:08 +0000 UTC
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I sped my perception all the way up.
The hardest part about arresting Emily and Colin was not hurting them. I was sworn to do no harm, except in defense of myself or my patient. I was flexible enough to recognize spars and other ‘friendly’ activities as not doing harm, and my ability to instantly heal anyone near me weighed heavily on the scales.
Arresting people as fragile as they were? There was never any question of making it happen, the question was how to not hur...
2026-01-07 13:00:09 +0000 UTC
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Characters -
Felix Sutter: Poor boy living in Sacramento, recently found out magic existed. Hard worker, knows the price of everything.
Erik Morsin: Heir to the Duchy of the Emerald Isle. Just wants to play his violin.
Sora Park: Erik’s loyal friend. Loves flying. An absolute broombrain.
Vivian Merryweather: An expert on all things color, fashion, and of the heart. Gets seasick easily.
2026-01-06 13:00:08 +0000 UTC
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AN: I am BACK!
There's a chance I'll slow down a bit as I get back into the swing of things. Hopefully it won't impact February's posting schedule. Maybe it will. Maybe I'll shuffle some stuff around - more Countless Joyful Dawn chapters. Either way, two weeks of "Vacation" and my brain's going "Song? Oh yeah! Let me reread it to see what was going on."
Anyway. This week's chapters are super cute, I really like them!
I'm going to start cutting the main 6 characters from the ...
2026-01-05 13:00:15 +0000 UTC
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Merry Christmas, and Happy New Years!
2025-12-28 14:20:44 +0000 UTC
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Art! Characters from my books some of my friends do!
The only really hard one (Given that everyone is labeled...) is Heather from Blood, Bath, and Beyond by Hesketh.
Sadly, getting the entire coven in one piece with everyone was a little too hard... maybe next year they'll get together!
Happy Holidays everyone!
Cheers!
Selkie
2025-12-24 13:04:01 +0000 UTC
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Hello all!
First and foremost - MERRY CHRISTMAS! Happy New Years! And Happy Holidays, if you're celebrating something else.
Or 'Keep going' if you're in part of the world that looks at the calendar, shrugs, and declares nothing important is going on right now.
I want to thank you all for your continued support over the years, and I hope you're enjoying Song! The characters are a delight to write, and I especially love writing Sora and Vivian - they're just s...
2025-12-21 19:40:07 +0000 UTC
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Characters -
Felix Sutter: Poor boy living in Sacramento, recently found out magic existed. Hard worker, knows the price of everything.
Christopher Mau: The black cat. 3rd year Dragon student. Possibly has nine lives. Unusually lucky and dexterous.
Beatrix Brynwyll: 3rd year dragon student. A little uptight.
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At first, even the fiercest doubted her.
But time proved her min...
2025-12-19 13:00:09 +0000 UTC
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Characters -
Felix Sutter: Poor boy living in Sacramento, recently found out magic existed. Hard worker, knows the price of everything.
Erik Morsin: Heir to the Duchy of the Emerald Isle. Just wants to play his violin.
Alexandria Renard: Wants to be the next Morgana Le Fay. Can’t speak louder than a whisper.
Hazel Winslow: Ran away from an abusive cult. Awoke as a natural mind mage...
2025-12-18 13:00:08 +0000 UTC
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I basically kicked back and relaxed as the PRT drove me to their headquarters. Armsmaster was off doing superhero things, the PRT agents were antsy, and I was stopping anyone from dying.
We got to the headquarters - a great building of glass and iron, not shared with anyone else - and the doors to the van opened.
“If you’ll follow me, ma’am.” Mike, the PRT trooper, said.
“Of course! Happy to.” I said, hopping out of the van. What good manners they had! Non...
2025-12-17 13:00:12 +0000 UTC
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Characters -
Felix Sutter: Poor boy living in Sacramento, recently found out magic existed. Hard worker, knows the price of everything.
Erik Morsin: Heir to the Duchy of the Emerald Isle. Just wants to play his violin.
Sora Park: Erik’s loyal friend. Loves flying. An absolute broombrain.
Vivian Merryweather: An expert on all things color, fashion, and of the heart. Gets seasick easily.
2025-12-16 13:00:08 +0000 UTC
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Characters -
Felix Sutter: Poor boy living in Sacramento, recently found out magic existed. Hard worker, knows the price of everything.
Erik Morsin: Heir to the Duchy of the Emerald Isle. Just wants to play his violin.
Sora Park: Erik’s loyal friend. Loves flying. An absolute broombrain.
Vivian Merryweather: An expert on all things color, fashion, and of the heart. Gets seasick easily.
2025-12-15 13:00:12 +0000 UTC
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