I Love Books Where The Majority Of The Story Is Just Group Bonding.

I love books where the majority of the story is just group bonding.

like; stargazing, driving around, laughing over pizza, burying a nightmare creature, baking pie, building a cardboard town, cleaning out a room, murdering your Latin teacher, solving puzzles, going to church, telling stories, flying a toy plane, sacrificing yourself to the forest while your friends look on in horror, playing chess, watching trashy tv shows…

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If you're reading this...

go write three sentences on your current writing project.

I'm having an identity crisis so I need to know, to you, do I give off tall person vibes or short person vibes?

And explain

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Every “i” is replaced by “iii”  Every “e” is replaced by “c” Every “o” & “a” is replaced by “x” Add “isms” to the end of it

Why would you do something like this

eli’s career

if you hear the sound of snapping, it’s just my own heart, it’s ok, nothing to see here.

From Chapter 27, not yet titled:

But what Ambrose had said about adventuring had gotten trapped in Eli’s mind after the picnic, and he had been meeting with adventurers ever since. They had been happy to discuss their trade, as most adventurers were, but they all spouted similar advice—don’t start off in the city. This place was for the veterans, the ones hired to take on alcedons and traverse across Titan’s Nails. The ones bards wrote songs and plays about. New adventurers were better off starting in smaller villages, gaining experience with wood dragons and other common pests. And there were plenty of nearby villages that could accommodate, of course—but if he wanted to be an adventurer, he’d have to leave the Scar. He’d have to leave Rosemond Street, leave the other merchants…

Eli looked over at the Griffin’s Claw, where Ambrose was dusting potion bottles and smiling to himself.

He’d have to leave Ambrose.