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Alright, alright, alright, there are a lot of really good suggestions floating around. What do you guys think of me scrapping this poll, and allowing you guys to brainstorm some good names for about an hour(here and on the thread) before placing them all back on a fresh poll?

Also, Eoin suggested this:

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Paul is given the name after a staged video of him executing Lung, Hookwolf and Skidmark is posted, and goes viral, o...

Paul's First Cape Name

The PRT/Media has been unable to communicate this mysterious cape wreaking havoc on Brockton's Bay's criminal underbelly. They still need to give him a name, however, and decided on the alias...

RWD: 2.x (Prelude)

2.x (Prelude)

The apartment was silent, insulated from the sirens that still wept intermittently across the city. Clean lines, minimalist decor, steel and glass reflecting the muted glow of the skyline beyond the armoured windows. Order. Control. Everything my public life, my other life, strove to imp...

RWD: 1.x (Interlude)(Piggot)

1.x (Interlude)(Piggot)

The call confirming the Ward’s status came precisely two minutes after Glory Girl had arrived at Brockton General, according to the time stamp on Dragon’s initial alert. Gallant. Dean Stansfield. Deceased. Another child soldier dead on my watch. The thought landed flatly, d...

RWD: 1.x (Interlude)(Victoria)

1.x (Interlude)(Victoria)

The city felt thin tonight, stretched taut like old elastic about to snap. Brockton Bay always had an edge, that low thrum of something about to go wrong, but this was different. Sharper. The air itself tasted metallic, ozone-and-fear flavoured, even high above the streetligh...

RWD: 1.x (Interlude)(Kayden)

1.x (Interlude)(Kayden)

Cold seeped into Kayden’s bones, a damp chill that had nothing to do with the persistent drizzle and everything to do with the black, glassy substance encasing half her body. It felt like ice, drinking the meagre light and warmth from her skin. Pain was a dull throb in her shoulder and ribs f...

RWD: 1.10

1.10

“Hard tasks need hard ways.”

—GOD EMPEROR, LETO II

The purloined jeep handled sluggishly, its suspension groaning under the added weight of salvaged weaponry and the inert, groaning form in the backseat. Paul drove with detached precision, navigating the...

RWD: 1.09

1.09

“Don't sit with your back to any doors.”

—GURNEY HALLECK

The world returned as a suffocating pressure, a liquid weight crushing lungs accustomed to air, however thin or polluted. Cold shock jolted through limbs still echoing with the phantom concussion o...

RWD: 1.08

1.08

“There is in all things a pattern that is part of our universe. It has symmetry, elegance, and grace - these qualities you find always in that the true artist captures. You can find it in the turning of the seasons, the way sand trails along a ridge, in the branch clusters of the cr...

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RWD: 1.07

1.07

“A process cannot be understood by stopping it. Understanding must move with the flow of the process, must join it and flow with it.”

—FIRST LAW OF MENTAT

Paul stepped out of Fugly Bob’s and let the door click shut behind him. Grease-laden air clung to...

RWD: 1.06

1.06

“Science is made up of so many things that appear obvious after they are explained.”

—SUK DOCTOR YUEH

The dawn crept through Brockton Bay like diluted iodine, thin and vaguely toxic. Paul sat before his monitor in that amber hush, the soft rasp of a toot...

RWD: 1.05

1.05

“A killer with the manners of a rabbit - this is the most dangerous kind.”

—GOD EMPEROR, LETO II

The Veder apartment drifted in midnight torpor: a pulse of refrigerator freon, the remote susurrus of freeway traffic, Tom’s faint snore two rooms away. Pa...

RWD: 1.04

1.04

“Highly organized research is guaranteed to produce nothing new.”

—GOD EMPEROR, LETO II

The house lay in weekend stillness—pipes ticking, refrigerator sighing, the city’s distant sirens softened by coastal fog. Paul moved in deliberate silence, bare ...

TGW - Chapter Twenty-Five: The Siege of Braavos(Pt. 2)

Chapter Twenty-Five:  The Siege of Braavos (Pt. 2)

Ash drifted upon the lagoon like black snow, settling in the gutters and on the tiled roofs that had not yet caught. From the highest balcony of the Sarren manse, Jace watched Braavos smoulder, orange tongues still licking at the poorer hovels be...

RWD: 1.03

1.03

“Beginnings are such delicate times.”

—PRINCESS IRULAN

The hour before dawn possessed a hush that Brockton Bay seldom granted—a stillness broken only by the faint whirr of a desktop fan and the soft, rhythmic clicks of a mouse. In that dim glow Paul sa...

RWD: Teaser

I drafted a cool scene for Refrain, but I'm not sure if it would make the final edit. Decided to post it here for your general enjoyment:

“Your bravado might’ve been impressive, had I not been able to smell the fear on you—ripe and rank, like a dog that knows it's about to be kicked...

TBOV: Chapter Twenty-Five:  The Siege of Braavos (PT. 1)

Chapter Twenty-Five:  The Siege of Braavos (PT. 1)

“The tones, the timbre, the subtleties—they are a secret language all their own.”

―Frank Herbert, Dune

…

The city of Braavos glittered like a broken constellation against the ink-black lagoon. From dra...

TBOV: Chapter Twenty-Four: The Great Burning

Chapter Twenty-Four: The Great Burning

An Extract from A Chronicle of the Dragon’s March East

compiled in the 132nd year since Aegon’s Landing by Archmaester Haradric of the Jade Quill, Keeper of Ships’ Logs and Correspondence, late of Oldtown

“Men will raise w...

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TBOV: Chapter Twenty-Three: Eastward Expansion

Chapter Twenty-Three: Eastward Expansion

“The horselords come, we give them gifts, the horselords go.”

―Qavo Nogarys to Haldon

…

Ghoyan Drohe had been dead a thousand years, yet the city would not stay buried. Mounded walls of Rhoynar mud‑brick streamed out...

TBOV: Chapter Twenty-Two: Spring Sorrow

Chapter Twenty-Two: Spring Sorrow

“Valyrian steel was always costly, but it became considerably more so when there was no more Valyria, and the secret of its making were lost.”

―George R. R. Martin

…

Old men ought to dream of hearth‑fires and mulled wine, y...

RWD: 1.02

1.02

“My lungs taste the air of Time,

Blown past falling sands…”

—GURNEY HALLECK

Paul dreamed.

He dreamed of blood and desert wind, of arid sands stretching to the horizon, awash in the bluish haze of spice. He dreamed he stood again on Arrakis, immersed in a fu...

Priority listing

I’m running a quick poll to find out which story you’d prefer me to update more often—Arcane Disorder or Refrain. I have three writing days per week to split between these two (the other three go to TGW, and I keep one day off for myself). Whichever story leads get two chapters for that week, while the other gets one. L...

RWD: 1.01

1.01

“Survival is the ability to swim in strange water.”

—BENE GESSERIT AXIOM

He woke into darkness.

Not the comforting dark of sietch caverns hidden beneath dune-scoured deserts, nor even the blackness of a starless night on Arrakis. This darkness throbbed behind the e...

RWD: ARC 1

ARC 1

The bell rang, a dull clang that echoed through Winslow High's corridors like a hammer striking warped steel. I shoved my notebook into my bag and stood up to head for my next class. Yesterday had been a blur. I was still running on the half-baked adrenaline of last night's fight—if I could even call it a figh...

Refrain

In the hidden corridors of time and mind lies the great gamble. So it was that Paul Atreides—Muad'Dib, the one foretold as Kwisatz Haderach—steeped his soul in the Water of Life. Yet where he should have emerged to the familiar spice-laden dust of Arrakis, he instead awoke to the mocking giggles of a high-school classroom...

AD: Chapter Six

Chapter Six

I lingered a short while at Wort’s workshop, well after the clockwork alarm had rasped its sour warning to go home. The clients had already left, a hush settling among the dormant tools and half-finished contraptions. I stood beside the battered bench I’d called my own these past few w...

AD: Chapter Five

Chapter Five

I was still tightening the final bolt on an old and battered prosthetic leg when the clockwork alarm wheezed out its mechanical chime: a rasping series of clicks that ended in a shrill ding. The resulting groan from the line of men behind me was audible enough to elicit a wince from me. T...

TBOV: Chapter Twenty-One: The Watchers of the East

Chapter Twenty-One: The Watchers of the East

“I have my own kingdom here.”

―Saera, when asked if she meant to return to Westeros

…

The sun hung low over Sunspear’s spires when Qoren Martell stepped onto the grand terrace, heart pounding with a subdued tension. Below him stretched the palace...

TBOV: INTERLUDE: Among Us

INTERLUDE: Among Us

“Each of them bears the mark, each has been tested under the ritual. Each would gladly give his life for you, Muad'Dib.”

―Stilgar

…

For a time, the hall under the House of Black and White lay as silent as a grave. Not even the faint drip of water disturbed the hush, nor th...