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Published April 22, 2025
Know hunger, human child. Know endless, insatiable, ravenous hunger. Now go forth, and consume the world.
“Friends. Bosom companions. I suppose these changes explain the new way you’re looming, Harry-boy. You look bulkier. But in a pleasingly intimidating manner. Less of a melting dessert and more of a…” He paused, searching for the right word. “A monolith about to tip over and crush me. It’s a good look."

Finally cleaned, he tossed his sweaty training clothes into the hamper in his bathroom and then paused. Who would do his laundry now that Sam was free?
“Guess I’ll have to ask her to teach me,” he mused."
“As awful as you look you hardly have the appearance of a glory addict at all. What went wrong?”
“Rot before you die,” said Nessa sweetly.
“The angels preserve me from the rot,” said Vic genially. “I’ve yet to dip my wick in a poisoned well, but I suppose it’ll happen sooner than later."
🔸“I thought I was helping.”
“Beyond a certain point, help becomes a promise. But you didn’t stop to consider what it meant to make that promise, did you? Or the terms of that promise, from where she was standing?”
Harald wanted to protest. To argue that his intentions had been true.
'You lied, Nessa had hissed. You told me you changed. But that’s not the truth, is it? You were changed.'
🔹"On some twisted level, I’d come to love the old bastard. To anticipate his needs, to understand his crankiness, to forgive the endless abuse I suffered at his hands. When he made me that offer I almost accepted. But I didn’t. You know why?
Because that bastard wasn’t my father, and he wasn’t my friend. The love I felt for him was that of a beaten dog that’s grateful each night his master forgets the whip."
🔸“This time, journal your thoughts. Your feelings. Interrogate them. Eat, drink, write, sleep, and just be. Breathe a little with no place to go.”
Sam nodded slowly. The very idea felt… revolutionary. “All right. But Harald won’t know -”
“Listen to me, Sam.” Furthak leaned forward, his stare as intimidating as the void. “This is your time. Harald can fucking wait.”








What is Throne Hunters about?
In short, this is a 150k word progression fantasy with some light LitRPG elements. It team oriented, features plenty of self-improvement, training, dungeon delving, and figuring out the dangerous politics that runs the city of Flutic.