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[Caellach Marellus]

Very glad to see these back, a new layer of IC teasing and character interaction can begin!

Being posted in an II book means you're open season, do some of you guys really feel bad you weren't added? 

[Makkal]

Makkal hasn't gotten any ribbing for her book. Though I think Tib might have.

[Mister Screwball]

Thankfully im only on the back of the cover in my book so most people will most likely ignore me \o/

[Morwen Lagann]

Thankfully im only on the back of the cover in my book so most people will most likely ignore me \o/

Yeah. Right.

Morwen's already compiling a list of hilarious things Jasmin has done with her pile of bones.

Bonekinis, anyone?

[Karmilla Strife]

Now I know what Screwbie wanted all those corpses for.

[Mister Screwball]

Now I know what Screwbie wanted all those corpses for.

[Ché Biko]

Does II frequent these forums? I recall people here wishing it would return.

And is there actually more written than just the first page?

[Svetlana Scarlet]

I have to admit I'm somewhat disappointed that I never even got the first page of Wings of Glass...

[Arnulf Ogunkoya]

I love these things.

Thinking about it. Given the style I wonder if Much Raker isn't an II alt? Not that I'd expect you to say either way.

[Ciarente]

\o/

Finally!

Eve famous!

I might not have as many skillpoints as Silver but I got mentioned in Interstellar Intrigue!

[Silver Night]

\o/

Finally!

Eve famous!

I might not have as many skillpoints as Silver but I got mentioned in Interstellar Intrigue!

Now I feel left out. 

[Shintoko Akahoshi]

I gotcha covered, Silver.

"I think I'm in danger of losing a lot around you, Ava," Silver murmured into her sweet shoulder. "My heart, for example."

Ava snorted in disbelief.

Silver snorted in disbelief as well, unable to fathom how he had written such crap. Not even ten months ago he had been flooded with ideas, inspiration buoyed by the flocks of lonely women leaving stores with his books clutched to their chests. But the praise had tapered off and been slowly replaced by a discontent murmur. When was the next book coming out? Could it possibly live up to his previous release?

He sighed and turned away from his computer to look out the window, restless gaze sweeping over the sleeping city below.

Silver had never doubted that he had drawn the winning lot in life. At 28 he was damned lucky to be a successful author, especially in a genre that was dominated by female writers. He had developed a wit and charm to complement his good looks, the women practically swooning at his feet. Not that they didn't do that already, he mused; the name Silver Corbett was whispered in reverence among the female population, usually followed by a giggle and one or two of his more raunchy lines. He had the world wrapped around his finger: fame, fortune, and droves of women vying for his attention.

And therein laid the problem.

He had been given the gift of privilege, and had earned a name for understanding the hearts of women. Silver Corbett was his own worst enemy because he didn't believe in love. Disillusioned, as his neighbor Aria would say. Disillusioned, jaded, and spoiled.

Silver continued to let his gaze roam over the midnight-covered city. Two months ago he had sat down to work on his latest novel a bit, and had floundered. The ideas had simply run dry, like a well that had been dipped into one too many times. He was a sensational author (if somewhat ironic for the fact that he never believed in what he wrote), already past two deadlines, and facing a writers' block the size of Boston.

It was time for a change.

[Aldrith Shutaq]

This is a travesty!

Everyone knows Gotti is in love with me!

ME DAMMIT!

[Gottii]

This is a travesty!

Everyone knows Gotti is in love with me!

ME DAMMIT!

Aldy, youre fooling yourself if you think im a one slaver kind of Brutor.

Though you rank up there, right after Mitnara and right before Rodj.