Arthur Armstrong
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A being of duality, poetic irreverence, and maddening nonsense.
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Artemis 9: Part 12
Alison and I left the outfitters draped in our new, sparkling linens and followed Astaria down the torch-lit hallway. “Your father asked that you meet him, and the rest of the Royal Court, in the Throne room,” Astaria said, as we approached an enormous set of double doors. They appeared to be made of white marble and trimmed in gold roses with emerald leaves.
By Arthur Armstrong6 months ago in Fiction
Artemis 9: Part 10
“How is this possible?” I asked. “My Sun, the war between the light and the darkness has been going since the beginning of time,” said the Intergalactic President, “it started in Earth humans when they chose to allow their willpower to be overcome by their emotions.”
By Arthur Armstrongabout a year ago in Fiction