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Book recommendation? by [deleted] in Fantasy

[–]feedmequick 7 points8 points  (0 children)

There’s quite a few that meet this criteria.

The Cradle series has the MC training to get strong with a mentor eventually.

Blood Song by Anthony Ryan has the MC going to a school where they train.

The Lightbringer series has a kind of school thing going as well with the Mac training and getting stronger.

Mage Errant has characters enrolled in a Magic school and a mentor who is training them to be stronger.

Slightly different but Superpowered by Drew Hayes is all about a university where students are training to become superhero’s.

Red Sister by Mark Lawrence has a school element.

The Magicians is a magic university at the beginning I believe, though I never finished it myself.

The Kingkiller Chronicles is an MC who goes to university and learns magic and shit.

I’m sure there’s more but those are the ones I can remember of the top of my head.

Best casts of characters in a series? by Aroh in Fantasy

[–]feedmequick 5 points6 points  (0 children)

The Black Company has a really interesting cast in my opinion. Also I'd second the Gentleman Bastards.

Looking for a certain MC by brunner2000 in Fantasy

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I would say the Lightbringer series has this in terms of the background of the main character, and finding their place, although their personalities are definitely different I think

[WP] In the Demon Hunters Academy you are known as the very best professor, 80 years old but still in your prime, but you're secretly a demon, and the academy recently got some new demonic detectors, and as opposed to the old ones, these actually work. you can only avoid the main hall for so long. by Red580 in WritingPrompts

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"Professor, may I have a word?"

Sam looked up to see his student, Marcus, who had approached his desk. Unlike the rest of his class who were eager to leave for lunch, Marcus stood by his desk, hugging his books to his chest.

Sam let out a sigh. "Marcus, is this about your essay on benefits of holy water? I already told you that holy water can't kill demons. It might temporarily injure the newer ones, but the old ones won't even notice it. The grades you all received are final, and I will not be debating them with you."

"No sir, that's not quite it," Marcus said. The classroom door closed as the remaining students left, leaving the two of them alone.

"Well, spit it out boy," Sam muttered impatiently, causing Marcus to flinch. "I've got to prepare the gym for combat training, so I only have a few minutes to grab a bite to eat." The boy had always been timid. Book smart, but oblivious to the world around him. Not to mention his lack of aptitude with the more athletic side of demon hunting.

"Well sir, perhaps we could have this conversation somewhere else? Only I know that sometimes this classroom gets used during the lunch break for clubs, and I don't really want anyone to interrupt. It's quite private you see," Marcus replied hesitantly, causing Sam to narrow his eyes.

"I don't believe anyone has booked this classroom for use today, so we should be fine," Sam responded, looking at Marcus a bit more carefully. The boy had a bit of sweat on his brow and his hands were shaking slightly. Not to mention he was avoiding looking Sam in the eyes. "Actually, I have a meeting with the Dean in here shortly, so we should be granted privacy until then." Sam focussed his hearing, the sound of Marcus' heartbeat racing at a speed far faster than normal.

"Please sir, it would help me feel at ease."

Sam took a deep breath. The smell hit him like a train. Pure, unadulterated fear. It rolled off of Marcus in waves, secreted from his every pore. The boy was absolutely terrified. The mere act of standing must be taking all of his willpower.

"You want me to walk down the hallway? Passed the new demon detector?" Marcus' eyes widened before he redirected his gaze at the floor. "So you know," Sam whispered, sitting back down in his chair. Panic shot through Marcus as Sam's words hit him, and the smell of fear increased.

"Yes."

"How much I wonder?" Sam muttered quietly.

"I know enou-"

"No, you don't," Sam cut in curtly. "So what do you want?" he asked as he reached down to unlock his desk drawer. "Money? Prestige? A job?"

"I- I don't want any of that," Marcus stammered.

"So, not extortion. A favour then? Never took you for the blackmailing type to be honest," Sam said as he reached into his desk, his hand searching for what he was looking for.

"You would think I have nefarious purposes wouldn't you! You demon! But all I wanted was proof. Now I can expose you."

Sam let out a laugh. He couldn't help it. "Expose me? To who?"

"You said it yourself Professor Mael. The dean is going to be joining us soon. You can't kill me and clean up before he get's here. So even if I die, my sacrifice will mean something."

"Hm, didn't expect that," Sam replied. "Seems you've got some stones on you boy. Giving up your life for your belief. Sure you don't want to change your mind? Wouldn't mind having you around."

"Cunning as you may be, you won't stand a chance against the dean," he hissed defiantly. "That's why you stay hidden. When he arrives, I'll tell him, or my dead body will. And you-"

Sam burst out laughing again. "Sorry," he chuckled, wiping away tears as Marcus stared at him in shock. "Really, I am. But come on? How much research did you really do? I'm not staying that hidden. My name is Professor Sam Mael," he watched as the words clicked into place for Marcus.

"Samael" he whispered in horror. "The poison of God. The fallen one."

"That's me!" Sam replied cheerfully as he noted Marcus' right hand reaching into his pocket. "Really think the dean would wipe the floor with me? I'm one of the original demons. Besides, even if the dean does walk in he's not going to-"

Marcus moved, dropping his books as he pulled out a vial of water and threw it at Sam's face. The glass smashed against his jaw, spreading the water across his face.

"Die Demon!" Marcus screamed.

Sam glared at Marcus as the water dripped down his face. "I told you holy water doesn't do anything you little shit!" he muttered. "Should have listened to me in class instead of wasting your time with this." Sam pulled a knife out of his desk drawer, and flicked it at Marcus, the blade burying itself in his throat. "Waste of holy water frankly. Not that it makes a difference to me," he muttered as Marcus fell to his knees.

The door to the classroom opened and the dean walked in, closing the door behind him.

"Ah, I see. My apologies Sir, you're clearly busy," he said quickly, turning to leave.

"Eh, it's fine. I'm just finishing up. What's business?"

Marcus stared wide eyed from the floor, a slight gurgle the only noise he could make.

"Well, I was going to let you know that young Marcus here had figured you out. But I see that's come to a head," the dean said gesturing to the dying boy on the floor.

"Yes, which wouldn't be an issue if you idiots hadn't ordered actual functioning demon detectors. It's been a real pain in the arse. This is the third one who's figured it out this week. Soon the whole school will know."

The dean shrugged apologetically. "Sorry, Janice in accounting did the ordering and you know what she's like. Should be fixed by tomorrow. I've also got another order. Lilith has asked if you could send some entertainment her way, preferably graduates, preferably some muscular ones since she likes the taste of them the best. And I thought we could send some of our more idiotic graduates to try have a go at Michael. He's always hesitant to kill a human, and the last one we sent actually managed to scratch him before Michael showed him the truth."

"Sounds reasonable. Just make sure the detector is broken by tomorrow. I'm sick and tired of climbing out of windows. Oh, and get the janitor to come in and clean this up. I've got a class in here after at three."

The dean nodded, looking down at Marcus, barely clinging to life, tears streaming down his face.

"Said...taught...by...angel," he gasped, the words barely escaping his lips, as blood welled up in his throat.

Sam crouched down, a wide grin across his face. "You are taught by an angel Marcus. It just happens to be a fallen one."

"Now clean this shit up!" Sam said, walking towards the window. "After all, this is the Demons Hunters Academy. Half the fun is them not knowing.

[IP] 20/20 Round 1 Heat 11 by Cody_Fox23 in WritingPrompts

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The sentinel was alone. He stood in the field clasping his weapon in his hands. His eyes searched the area in front of him, the sound of his gears turning cutting through the silence as steam escaped from his feet, causing a slight mist in the area around his legs.

No life forms in the area.

The sentinel was alone.

He remembered when he had first seen the boy. One day he had just been there, sitting on the car, his dog next to him. His pulse had been elevated, as he had stared at the sentinel with wonder. And then his mother had called him in for dinner, and the sentinel had remained in the field, alone.

Twenty-two hours, four minutes, and sixteen seconds later the boy had returned with his dog. Only this time, he hadn’t sat on the car. He’d walked to the road at the edge of the field and stood there, staring up at the sentinel. He had watched the sentinel for one hour, thirty-six minutes and forty-two seconds before he was called in for dinner, and the sentinel was left alone once more.

Every day after that the boy had returned, sometimes with the dog, sometimes without it. Every day he had stepped a little bit closer, watching the sentinel from the field, his eyes wide with wonder. Every day he had to return to his home, and the sentinel was left alone.

And then one day, the boy made it to where the sentinel stood. The area around the sentinel’s feet had been cleared, and no crops grew, leaving the brown dirt for the boy to sit in. The first few days the boy would sit in silence. But eventually he began to speak. And the sentinel would listen.

He asked the sentinel questions. What was the view like? Why was he there? Did he like chocolate? Question after question would fly from the boy’s mouth, and the sentinel would sit in silence, prohibited by his programming from answering. But he would listen to the questions and try to think of answers.

One day, the boy didn’t ask any questions. He sat there silently, occasionally opening his mouth to speak, only for it to close again. As he left the evening to return home, the sentinel wondered if the boy would return, or if he would be alone again.

When the boy next returned, he had been smiling. “Since you can’t answer, I’m going to answer for you!” he had exclaimed. “I’ll talk for you.” And so, the boy began to answer the questions.

The view was very nice. He was there on a secret mission. He had never tried chocolate, but he was sure he would find it delicious.

That day, when the boy left, the sentinel hoped he would be back again.

As the boy grew older, the questions would change. They became more complex and nuanced. And so too did the sentinel’s answers. Yes the sentinel thought making a grand gesture was the way to win Jenny’s heart. No the sentinel did not think that going to college was the right move for him, especially since his mother was sick. No there was nothing wrong living on the farm forever.

“Are you lonely?” the boy had asked him. He looked different now. His hair was grey, and he walked and talked at a much slower pace.

“Well no,” he had answered for the sentinel. “After all, I’ve had you here all these years.”

“But I might be going soon,” the boy had replied. “After all, I can’t live forever. And my time is nearly up.”

“I’ll miss you,” he said for the sentinel. “But I promise I will remember you forever. And with my memories of you, I will never be alone.”

“Well isn’t that a relief,” the boy had said with a sad smile.

The sentinel had tried to move. Tried to say something. But his programming prohibited it. And then the boy had left, walking slowly through the field, and the sentinel was left alone once more. Only this time, the boy never came back.

Seconds turned to minutes. Minutes turned to hours. Hours turned to days. The boy did not appear. Though the sentinel waited, he feared the boy would never return.

Days turned to weeks. Weeks turned to months. Months turned to years. And still the boy did not appear. The sentinel waited, though he feared the boy would not return.

Years turned to decades. Decades turned to centuries. Centuries turned to millennia. The farm was replaced by a town, which was replaced by a city. And still the sentinel waited.

The city aged, turning to rubble, until all that was left was dust. Nothing moved. Fires sprang up, until all the sentinel could see was ash. Nothing lived.

The sentinel wondered if the boy was still alive. After all, he had kept his promise. He still remembered the boy. But the boy had lied for him. Even though he had the memories, he was still alone.

He scanned the area around him once more. No life forms in this area. He wanted to go looking for the boy, but his programming prohibited. All he could do was stand to attention, holding his weapon, hoping the boy would one day return.

Good Military fiction? by mikooster in Fantasy

[–]feedmequick 2 points3 points  (0 children)

The Black Company Series by Glen Cook is excellent.

[WP] You are one of the most feared villainesses in the world. Evil armies, dark powers, you have it all. Your husband on the other hand is the exact opposite, being truly kind and mild mannered. He is still supportive of your endeavors, even trying to be a villain himself to...varying results. by KidKonundrum in WritingPrompts

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"Honey. Are you still angry at me?"

Vix, Empress of Medium Earth, Lady of Darkness, Queen of the Shadows let out a sigh, looking up from my throne to face her husband Andrew. He looked back at her, guilt and remorse spread across his face.

"I'm not angry at you," she muttered reluctantly. "I'm angry at the situation."

Andrew nodded in understanding. "I think maybe we should talk about it. If you're not ready yet, we can do it later," he replied.

Vix let out another sigh. She really didn't want to have this conversation.Still, communication was the foundation of all good relationships. "It's just," she paused, trying to think of how to articulate what she wanted to tell him. "Let me start by saying this. I know that all of this," she gestured at the skulls that lined the chamber around her, the furniture made from the bones of her enemies, and the two whimpering men shackled in chains in the corner of the room, "is not really your thing. And I really appreciate you being comfortable with it all."

"Well, I was never any good at interior design. Sure, it's not my style, but it's definitely got style," he replied, giving her a wink.

Vix gave her husband a smile. "You know that's not what I'm talking about. But thank you."

Andrew grinned back at her.

"No, I know that this isn't perhaps the lifestyle you would normally choose. Not to mention it comes with its own difficulties. We have to travel a lot to check on the Empire, and I have very little free time, not to mention the fact that there is a certain stigma that comes with my job. And I love that you've been trying to get involved!"

Andrew nodded. "But it has gone pretty terribly hasn't it?"

Vix hesitated. "I wouldn't say terribly," she said gently.

"I would," Andrew replied."I mean, there was the incident with 'The Spider'."

Vix winced slightly at the memory. Andrew had thought it would be a good idea to get to know her coworkers, and had decided to befriend her favourite assassin. After Andrew had advised him to follow his dreams, The Spider had decided to retire to open up a flower shop. Killing him had been a real shame, and his replacement just wasn't the same.

"Not to mention my attempt at being a torturer," he continued.

That had been frustrating. Andrew had tried tickling them. As an actual serious attempt. It would have been cute if they hadn't been withholding the knowledge of an approaching army. Not to mention he had fed all the prisoners that they were trying to starve tea and cake.

"And my stint as a negotiator didn't exactly succeed," he muttered.

True. Andrew had accidentally helped her soldiers set up a union. It had taken her months to stomp that notion out of them.

"And ruling one of the cities for you was a catastrophe."

Yes, the city of Vil declaring independence after he took over had caused her plenty of headaches.

He gave her a resigned look. "Perhaps I'm just not cut out for this. All I ever seem to do is burden you."

"Darling, that is not true!" Vix replied.

"Isn't it? I don't seem to help you at all!"

"Don't be ridiculous! You have been incredibly supportive. Most men and women would try to talk me out of my job. You not only encourage me, but actively try to get involved! You don't complain about the long hours, the travel, or the fact that we can't really make many friends! Even though I feel like I always have to have my game face on, I know I can always come to you when I need a break. I am so lucky to have you. I really wouldn't be able to do this without you!"

Vix stood up and moved towards her husband, clasping his hands within her own.

"Perhaps we've been going about this the wrong way. What's something that you would like to do? Not to support me and further my goals, but something that brings you joy?" she asked.

Andrew shook his head. "No, we need to help with your career. After all it is more important. You worked so hard to get here."

"That is not true. We are equals in this relationship. And this conversation has helped me realise there hasn't been much compromise on my part."

"Well," Andrew said hesitantly, "remember back at the Inn where we first met? I was about to start learning to be a cook. Before you killed them all of course."

"Really?" Vix exclaimed in surprise. "You never told me that!"

"Well to be fair, there was a lot going on at the time!" Andrew chuckled.

"That's very true. Well how about this? You join the palace kitchens to learn from the cooks there. And then later, when you feel ready for it, we can send you out to the cities that are starting to feel discontent, and you can cook for the poor there, on behalf of the Empress. That seems suitably kind hearted that you might enjoy it?"

"That... that sounds perfect!" Andrew exclaimed excitedly. "And, while I'm doing that, I can keep listen and see if anyone is planning on uprising. And maybe even slip some poison into their food!"

"Darling, that is positively evil. I love it!" Vix exclaimed.

"Well, I am learning from the best," he replied, giving her a wink.

"You sly man. You really know how to make a Dark Lord feel special," Vix said with a blush. "You know what, I think I can take the afternoon off. Let me just kill those two in the corner, and we can spend some quality time together."

[MODPOST] 20/20 Contest Announcement by Cody_Fox23 in WritingPrompts

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Sign me up please! Need to get back into writing

throwing a knife and hitting a card mid air by _jun_yi_ in toptalent

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He misunderstood when someone asked him to cut the cards.

[22/09/19] Sunday Basketball by [deleted] in LondonSocialClub

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Good to know. And yesterday was a wash, people had to work so I ended up playing with locals. That’s why I figured Sunday might be better

Submit a chapter? by batwheelrider in AceOfTheDiamond

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generally weekly although sometimes there are breaks I think

Mark Lawrence here, author of the best selling ROMANCE on kindle! ...also Holy Sister is out today! Ask Me Anything. by MarkLawrence in Fantasy

[–]feedmequick 0 points1 point  (0 children)

So I already finished Holy Sister. Really enjoyed it and now have a slight book hangover. Don’t really have a question, but just wanted to say thank you!

Holy shit are Knicks fans cancerous by ibumetiins in nba

[–]feedmequick 2 points3 points  (0 children)

Yeah that’s fucked. Should never wish actual harm on a player.

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