doesn’t anyone just write a nice trilogy anymore? i would really like to read fewer than eight books to get to the end.

@Jesse I love all things Sanderson. The Reckoners is listed as YA but don’t let that put you off they’re really good, super heroes with a Sanderson twist!

Well basically hardly anyone’s read them and I think it’s the awful place where it’s like, no one wants to read them because no body has read them haha so it’s really hard to get the spark to light the fire sort of thing but yeah I’ve read them haha and I can say they are verrry good. If I were to sum up the story in one go hmmm how about this: In a miraculous world of angels and gods, a young woman from Londen becomes a heroic figure as she helps the angels in an ancient war that has been ongoing since the dawn of time. and I did not copy and paste that from anywhere I swear haha

I’ve written a poem as well. Believe it nor not I got the idea for this and just had to write it down. I am going to turn it into a prose novel one day. At the minute I’m taking a break from writing because three years on 157000 words is…a lot. Anyway here’s the poem for anyone interested. This is gonna be a pretty dark story though, as you can probably tell. Long in gloom I sat with her, crying, wailing my heart and soul.
For doom beat me to her – the beautiful, Elliva Tor, then I felt a hole, deep in my heart and soul.
And as I cradled her humiliated corpse, thinking what horrors befell her, suddenly, I felt an ominous presence sneaking, its fowl stench creeping.
Then my heart and soul started sinking and then I started thinking, what creature is this creaking, and what for does it loom before me and Elliva Tor?
“No creature,” it said. “Crinus the Mor.”
“Crinus the Mor?” I repeated. “Of terrible yore?”
And then Crinus said, “Yes, you know me sure.”
“Why, of course,” I said. “I have read your lore.”
“Oh…then you must know the horrors that I bore.”
“Yes…and still bear,” I snapped.
As he chuckled and clapped.
“And do you think I have come to ensnare?”
“Or perhaps I have simply stumbled upon your lair?”
“In witness of your dead friend…aww, so unfair.”
“Do not mock my friend.”
“It is not my intention to offend – only my hand I wish to lend.”
As I turned, I discerned.
Thick heavy rustling robes of rotten meat and flesh, fresh in my eyes now shot with threat.
As I stared with regret at his grotesque rotting skull-like face.
My fearful heart risking it all at its fastest pace.
His eyes like red moons glaring, transfixing me.
And now, in all this red terror, my deepest wish is to be free.
And then Crinus said, “A deal I offer thee.”
Then I thought, what deal hath he?
Then Crinus said, “Your word, for the kingdom of darkness.”
“My word, for the kingdom of darkness, where all lies heartless, surely you know I won’t accept such madness.”
“In darkness and madness, I promise gladness.”
“Never can my word remove this sadness.”
“Forever, your word, will bring you solace, for the kingdom of darkness, for horror, for terror, for evil, for I, Crinus the Mor, shall avenge my greatest enemy, the most beautiful, most kindest, altruist, Elliva Tor.”
And as I thought long and hard about his offer while he displayed infinite patience in total darkness, eventually, I gave my answer – or should I say, my word.
“With the death of Elliva Tor, the kingdom of darkness has already risen. I demand that you remove the mask from the world, this lie of light. I demand you convince the world how ugly sin has made it. I demand that at men’s despair, you reject forgiveness, you reject mercy. I give you my word. In the name of Elliva Tor, purge.”
And then Crinus placed his branch-like hand into his vile mouth, and pulled from the black abyss of his throat, a creature, so small in between his finger and thumb, so black, making such feeble unintelligible noises, flailing its many arms and legs.
“What is that ghastly thing?” I asked.
“A seed…and once planted, it will sing.”
“Sing? A song…but what will it bring?”
“Why…the kingdom of darkness, of course, and a new king.”
Then he placed this tiny restless creature on Elliva’s ghostly chest, and then it started eating through her breast, burrowing deep inside. Then, as Elliva’s corpse started convulsing, there was a harrowing scream.
What have I done, I thought.
It seemed as if the world was about to end, if not now, then certainly soon.
The ground shook violently.
The light died, its best it tried.
Darkness consuming all.
Then…the darkness gave form – from Elliva, come – the kingdom of infinite horrors.

Hey, can I send you a chapter of my latest book, I promise you’ll like it! ?