âThe gods left their toys behind. The mortals are still figuring out which end goes boom.â Core Premise & Initial Impressions: What The Gods Left Behind bills itself as an epic fantasy novel. âEpicâ is about as accurate as it gets. Right from the prologue, the author serves up a sweeping creation mythâpresented as the…
âHe died for art. But that won’t stop his vision” Core Premise & Initial Impression. The Pictomancer is a LitRPG unlike any youâve ever read before. Unless youâve actually read one beforeâ Then yeah. Then itâs just like that. Across the twenty-two chapters Iâve read, it rarely strays from the genreâs staples. With one notable…
Iâll just come out and say itâHeartworm is weird. And I donât mean âkinda weird.â I mean the strain of weird that stares a little too long on the bus when you glance up and feel it lingering. The weird that locks eyes but doesnât blink. The bus is still. No sound. That weird old…
Have you ever done something you truly regret? I donât mean the casual, âAh, I couldâve handled that better,â kind of regret. I mean the real kind. The kind that wakes you up in a seedy motel room at two in the afternoon on a workday. You scan the room; empty Bud Light cans litter…
Letâs not pretend otherwiseâSky Pride is a cultivation novel. You know the type. Through the chrysalis of pills, potions, and martial training, the meagre caterpillar transforms itself into a mighty butterfly⌠who can casually toss mountains into the sea. Progression is the aim of the gameâbody, mind, spirit. Progression in clearly defined stages. Some cultivation…
Web novels go back to the earliest times of humanity. Before the wheel, there was the web. And before the web, there was the Web Novel. Okayânot exactly, but the point stands. Despite a thriving, global community of writers and readers, web novels still donât get the respect they deserve. Tens of thousands of people…
An open letter from Bardic Planet on the crimes of Webnovel against writer and reader alike. Dear Webnovel.com, I hope this finds you well. Ideally wrapped around a brick and thrown straight through your window. Long have been the nights spent scrolling through some of your finer worksâShadow Slave, Lord of the Mysteries, Reverend Insanity….
It knows when you are sleeping. It knows when youâre awake. It knows when youâve been bad or good, and if youâve been just the right amount of pathetic, congratulationsâyouâre the new chosen one. I speak not of Santaâthat red-suited pervert who watches children sleep and breaks into homes for milk-based offerings. I speak, of…