About Author:

Oskar Holtz, author of Letalis,is a student at the University of Reading studying War, Peace, and International Relations. He is a member of The Society of Authors and the Westminster Strategic Studies Group and was a former Lance Corporal in the British Army Cadet Force.

About the novel:

The warring states of the world are warming around the new fires of a calamitous war, freed from half a decade in shackles of so-called peace. The seven great lands and seas of humanity are all but controlled by one element. Eifer. They give birth to the wrath of our species and is a breeder of sin. With the ever growing threat of the prosperous Confederacy looming over the continent, the ailing alliance of Aelon lies on an endless path of futile resistance in the face of the vastest invasion since the Second Calamity. Of the billions who would suffer for it, Arminius Reichner, a seemingly commoner schoolboy, is trapped in the outbreak of war. There is but one exit. Into the fields where no man would dare tread if they knew the horrors that would befall them. Every sane person had dreamt of the praise and fame that they could earn from the people of their kingdoms through war, but none truly understood how such a childish dream has shattered even the most resolute of minds. Victory has become a forgotten word in a cruel world once called paradise. Hell sits not so far.

Everyone has a story to tell, made from the moments in the lives we share. Consequently, every person has their own perspective, their own subjective experiences, and thereby, their own subjective realities. Even if the exact same story is told by two people, the details from one will differ in the other.

Reed and Lumina share their lives together, but each of them came from different backgrounds; each of them went through their own unique experiences. Reed is a human being like everyone else on Earth. Lumina is an Altiri, like every one in Genosis. Both are aliens to their own world, and both have seen their own source of immense darkness in their time.

The other side of the same story might sound similar at a quick glance, but in the depths of every personal reality, very little is ever the same. Welcome to the far side of the universe, in a safe corner of the world you've probably heard nothing about. Welcome ~ to Genosis. Welcome ~ to The Other Side.

Till the dawn they hold on

Only 40 are left at the end

None alive, none survive

Shiroyama!

I closed my eyes and smiled as I drummed the beats to the song. Though I was unable to sing, music had still always been a huge part of my life. It allowed me to express my personality without the use of speaking.

I discovered the symphonic metal band Sabaton when I was a teenager and ever since then they have been my all time favorite. I learned more about history through their songs than I ever did in school. The first time I went to one of their concerts, I became so absorbed in the music. There was something about being there in person that made the music feel so much more powerful.

However, never in a million years would I have ever imagined my dream would come true.What started with thinking I was going to die turned out to be the best night of my life, and the start of the best part of my life.

Part 7 of the "Sign of the Timez" Series.

Now I was sent to Ireland in 1847. There was a famine and everyone was so hungry and sad. The people have given up hope and I knew it will be hard for me to have hope

A bio.

Our government spies on its own citizens like they all are a bunch of enraged partisans. Spy Cameras hidden on every street, in offices, bathrooms, every other corner.

Is there a vast citizen conspiracy that I'm missing? More and more rights granted under the Constitution being stripped away, under the pretense of National Security.

Why?

-Preface-

-序言-

This is a work of fiction,set in a stranger’s world yet so familiar to our reality.

這個故事發生在一個虛構的世界，看似陌生卻異常熟識。

Here I thanks a couple friends of mine for their ideas,which helped the world building alot.

在此感謝幾位提出的想法的朋友，他們的貢獻對本作的世界觀建設極有幫助。

This works does not meant to directly reflects real-life world politics or geopolitics,all contents in the work doesn’t represent the writer’s political stands.

本作並非有意直接映射現實世界以及地緣政治，作品内容並不代表作者政治立場。

All contents are original and similarites are mere coincidents.

一切内容皆為虛構，如有雷同，純屬巧合。

Now,I shall present you,The War We Witness...

那麽就開始，我們見證的戰爭......

The White Region of Tribus is divided by a war and this is the story of when it started.

Pris Parker and the Door County Ghost is a work of historical fiction. Most of the action takes place in or around Jacksonport, in Door County, Wisconsin. The time period is the calendar year 1918, during the last phase of World War I. Woodrow Wilson was President.

Trouble is brewing in the usually quiet village of Jacksonport. Big trouble. Misfortune, mayhem, and thievery.

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No part of this work was created with Artificial Intelligence (AI). It is all the original ideation and writing from 2014 through 2023 by Stephen C. Allen.

Copyright 2023 Stephen C. Allen

For a long time, Bareea has lived alone in a house near the end of Talorie, her parents wanted to explore the rest of Elveia in their final years. It never occurred to her that she would soon have four men visiting her to house and, in addition, there is a case to be solved - recently, an evil force has been prowling in the kingdom, endangering the lives of the residents. Is it possible to defeat this power? And between whom will romance blossom?

Located geographically in southern Norway, Elveia is a parallel world inhabited by supernaturals. Everyone has different powers and different ancestors, which makes Elveia seem like a multiculti country. Mages to hybrids, from every continent. However, the history of this world is much more extensive and has a past that becomes the great undoing of the inhabitants in the present. Immerse yourself in the fantasy and rom-com world.

Lgbtq+ and religion are among the topics covered in this book. This story may not be suitable for you if you are not comfortable with that.

The continuation of a thing will decide its persistence

Over time it will be quality and permanent

Obstacles and fellowship will show the road to the warship

Hardship will make out the best shape of it

The narrowness and thickness of the sea make it hard to continue

The end line and the sea line in the foreground make it seems easier to paddle on

Like foot bicycle paddle we kept paddling ourselves around ourselves to get closer to the continuation

Asked thousands of times is this gonna worth it

Even if the answer is yes deep down in the dark the dimensions of the mind it’s got us divided apart

Split up yourself into two pieces to gain and feel the knowledge inside it

Continuation required more courage to keep going on this line

It’s easy to say but it’s was never has been the same

Emptiness in our minds gotta go away from it as soon as possible

Space in the universe

Only can see the darkness through the eyes

Just was in the fire, fire in my heart

Darkness at the garden of your house

Get to see a thing through a dark, very dark hole

Empathy broke a hole, can see the small lights, very small lights

The world never be the same

Everything will be changed

What I’m gonna do

Am I gonna fit to the situations

Someone inside of yelling at me and said

You’ll figure it out

Is that me or someone else

Everything is a cycle

We have to paddle it like a miracle

But we keep coming back cuz this is a circle