If the MBTI types were spies ordered ‘off-grid’ how would they react?
This is one of the many random amusements my best friend and I have employed over the years. Credit for half the answers goes to Kate Flournoy. Credit for the idea goes to Buddy Lieberman.
Don’t take life for granted. Not the music or the lights or the hundred tiny threads weaving through every day.
I was going to tie the thought of taking life for granted with Christmas and the holidays. Except my attempt at that turned into a rambling intro with no point. So, skipping to the point of all this…how do we treat what we love?
Every story starts somewhere.
Rafe’s story started with two stolen ideas.
DUST TO FLAME IS HERE.
You can read it and review it and love it. Or you know, you can hate it too. Rafe is used to a few people in every crowd who hate him. He laughs at them and carries on and keeps a secret journal with their names in it so he can go back when he has more influence and show them that he’s better than the haters and he doesn’t care what they think.
I’m not that invested in people who dislike me. It takes too much time.
I’m also not a firey, somewhat insecure ESFP like Rafe.
When you defeat everything life hurls at you, it’s a perfectly legitimate move to rub your conquest in the faces of those who sneered at your suffering.
Rafe, a former street-lad who clawed his way to the glittering life of a story-actor, has been waiting. But from the moment he sprung from his carriage into the gritty dust of Cainth, life has not gone Rafe’s way.
Unexpectedly dragged into a web of greed, treachery, and stolen rift powers, Rafe intends to do what he has always done. Survive.
At least that was the plan before he accidentally protected a child.
Before he accidentally gained the powers of an immortal.
And before he caught himself accidentally slipping toward the deadliest mistake possible.
The mistake of letting one’s self care for another.
Welcome to the world of…
DUST TO FLAME
Claim your own copy today.
What are you waiting for?!?! I’ve been talking about this story long enough. If you want to finally see the work of the past six months, buy it here.
And it’s here! Finally.
Also it’s on sale because I forgot I was doing this thing on Black Friday. But hey, why not?
After months of working on Dust to Flames, forgetting I need to get stuff ready for a launch (in my defense, my sister was getting married. Things were kinda a mess) remembering to do launch stuff then forgetting again, I HAVE THE COVER FOR DUST TO FLAME!!!
Words are powerful. Pictures even more so.
Nothing is ever enough. The money we make. The respect we earn. The satisfaction in a job well done. No matter the tears and sweat we pour into ourselves, into others, and into projects—in the end we are left, surrounded by all we have gained and wondering, is there ever a point where we will be satisfied with what life?