Frank M. Anderson's Writing

Tag: romance

  • UPDATE #6 — The Night the Book Found Its Face

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    There’s always a moment in every project where the story stops being “an idea” and becomes an object — something with weight, tone, texture, a pulse. For WOLVENBOUND: HIS DARKEST HUNGER, that moment finally hit tonight. And it wasn’t during outlining.It wasn’t during character-building.It wasn’t during the Grammar-for-the-Dead universe talk or the Axis metaphysics.It wasn’t…

  • Unto A Golden Dawn – DOSSIER 24: MEMORY ETERNAL

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    Dossier 24 – Final Chapter: The Cutting Thread Filed under: absolute recursion; terminal authorship; the final strike Scene 1 – The Last Question You stand at the edge of what you once were. Salazar towers above, fractal and monstrous. A thousand mouths, a hundred hands, a million regrets. But none of them are yours anymore.…

  • Unto a Golden Dawn – Dossier 20: What We Bury

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    Unto a Golden Dawn – Dossier 20: What We Bury Filed under: heart-held time signatures; joy, fear, and the breath between them. Scene 1 – The Vow The sky was overcast, but not heavy. The kind of cloud cover that made colors richer. They stood outside, under a pale canopy in a clearing surrounded by…

  • Civil War #7 – Chapter 18 – Ash’s Shame

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    The room was dim, washed in the pale flicker of a screen looping Ember’s performance. Over and over, Ash watched her sing—watched the object sail through the air and strike her in the chest, watched her crumple to the ground. The crowd laughed. The hosts chuckled, their voices slick with mockery. Ash sat frozen. His…

  • Civil War #7 – Chapter Fifteen – Ember in Bloom 

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    The room smelled like citrus and glass.  Ember sat in a soft reclining chair—far softer than anything she’d ever used in the commune. The fabric adjusted to her posture with each shift, and above her, an ambient light moved like a simulated sun, casting her in perfect tones.  A styling robot moved around her in…