Children vanish. Gods fall silent. A divine assassin awakens in snow and ruins, declared dead by the world he swore to protect. As a dark force drains life from mortals and gods alike, Stephan must rise—broken, hunted, forgotten.
This is The Hag.
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@AuthorGFAllen Like most replies, I love to write but if I can make some money off of it than GREAT! Every book I’ve read has made its mark in my mind for good or bad. I hope to do the same.
@GloverNansi@AuthorGFAllen That makes sense. If you plan on self publishing, building a name early is probably more important. But, I don’t know anything 😁
The thing at the gate wasn’t human.
It used to be.
Its face still carried the ghost of a child.
Steven’s spear struck true—black blood hissed and healed.
He charged anyway.
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The bell rang.
Every voice in Bramfast died mid-sentence.
The calm lasted one breath.
Then came the screams.
Black shapes moved in the alleys, and the sunlight suddenly felt like a lie.
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“They came back,” Argyle said. “The lost children.”
He paused.
“Pale, quiet, smiling.”
And then at dusk—they twisted.
What stood in their place weren’t children at all.
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Argyle’s laugh still filled a room, even one soaked in ale and regret.
But when Steven asked about Cassandra, the laughter died.
You could see it—how grief hardens men, how it rusts the soul.
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Bramfast didn’t hum like a city at peace.
It whispered.
Even the merchants spoke like sinners in church.
Only the blacksmith dared make noise—his hammer the heartbeat of a town pretending not to die.
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Been quiet a while.
I’ve been in the forge.
Building, training, thinking.
Strength isn’t just muscle or money. It’s the courage to keep shaping yourself when no one’s watching.
Time to share what I’ve been forging again. ⚒️
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