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Door Number One: The System
In life, Abigail Sharma was an inspector for Her Majesty’s Inspectorate of Constabulary, the British equivalent of Internal Affairs. Now that she’s dead, she figures all that’s behind her. But when she sees the slimy piece of scum she caught taking kickbacks from a human trafficking ring bribe his way a few steps up on the reincarnation ladder , she tries to report it, and the big Gods give her a job. Root out corruption in the divine bureaucracy, with no badge and no backup, before the Gods she’s investigating manage to reincarnate her... as a slug.
Reason Not to Write: I would need to learn a lot more about British culture and law, British police procedure (for example, what rank would she even have held?), race in the UK, and Hinduism. Also, this really probably shouldn’t be written by a bored white girl from the States (Holy cultural appropriation, Batman!).
Door Number Two: The Tower Guard
Once, Anthony had been destined to be king, but now his family’s kingdom is gone, transformed into a provincial backwater to the massive Cantash Empire, and the peasant Imperial Soldier who captured him is now the provincial governor. She keeps him in a cell high in a tower in his family’s own palace. But winds in the Imperial capital are gathering, and both he and his captor will be caught up in the storm...
Reason Not to Write: I keep starting it, getting bored a chapter in, and giving up.
Door Number Three: Off Kilter
Sorcha’s old teacher was a liar, a thief, and a murderer, but she got away before he could drain her powers like he had the rest of his students. Now, a divorced mother of two, she plies her skills where she can, making her living from the smallest magics, and tries to forget the man is out there, just waiting for his chance. But when her son starts hearing voices on the wind, and her daughter keeps seeing a man’s face in the mirror, she knows her teacher is getting close. And when he mage council sends a warrant out for her arrest on charges of misuse of magic, she knows she has to act and act fast, or what he failed to do to her, he’ll do to her children.
Reason Not to Write: I don’t know, every time I try, it just keeps coming out too much like an attack on the whole genre of Urban Fantasy.
In life, Abigail Sharma was an inspector for Her Majesty’s Inspectorate of Constabulary, the British equivalent of Internal Affairs. Now that she’s dead, she figures all that’s behind her. But when she sees the slimy piece of scum she caught taking kickbacks from a human trafficking ring bribe his way a few steps up on the reincarnation ladder , she tries to report it, and the big Gods give her a job. Root out corruption in the divine bureaucracy, with no badge and no backup, before the Gods she’s investigating manage to reincarnate her... as a slug.
Reason Not to Write: I would need to learn a lot more about British culture and law, British police procedure (for example, what rank would she even have held?), race in the UK, and Hinduism. Also, this really probably shouldn’t be written by a bored white girl from the States (Holy cultural appropriation, Batman!).
Door Number Two: The Tower Guard
Once, Anthony had been destined to be king, but now his family’s kingdom is gone, transformed into a provincial backwater to the massive Cantash Empire, and the peasant Imperial Soldier who captured him is now the provincial governor. She keeps him in a cell high in a tower in his family’s own palace. But winds in the Imperial capital are gathering, and both he and his captor will be caught up in the storm...
Reason Not to Write: I keep starting it, getting bored a chapter in, and giving up.
Door Number Three: Off Kilter
Sorcha’s old teacher was a liar, a thief, and a murderer, but she got away before he could drain her powers like he had the rest of his students. Now, a divorced mother of two, she plies her skills where she can, making her living from the smallest magics, and tries to forget the man is out there, just waiting for his chance. But when her son starts hearing voices on the wind, and her daughter keeps seeing a man’s face in the mirror, she knows her teacher is getting close. And when he mage council sends a warrant out for her arrest on charges of misuse of magic, she knows she has to act and act fast, or what he failed to do to her, he’ll do to her children.
Reason Not to Write: I don’t know, every time I try, it just keeps coming out too much like an attack on the whole genre of Urban Fantasy.
