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Khalid Abdul-Mumin
is 75% done
Who would we be without our memories? Sentient strangers, conscious entities with quantum entangled micro-tubules thinking alien and strange thoughts?
— Apr 15, 2026 07:01AM
Khalid Abdul-Mumin
is 40% done
"A suit of crimson armour, plates formed of some strange material, sat on a steel-frame mannequin. Accords, ancient bargains, a thousand times more complex than those on the ring Tien wanted, were carved into the material. The armour terrified me, exuded a presence I didn’t understand. It felt like death, like standing in a mausoleum of souls surrounded by husks of devoured ghosts. I wouldn’t touch it, not for..."
— May 16, 2022 12:28PM
Khalid Abdul-Mumin
is 40% done
The world-building/ is absolutely stunning.
"That night I dreamed of a strange hell where demons were immaterial spirits that could be bound to steel and iron. They thirsted for death, fed off the essence of the living as it fled the dying body.
I wanted to summon one, to bind it to a sword. But not just any demon, I wanted their master, the Lord of the entire Hell. He had a name, and it was the End of Sorrow"
— May 16, 2022 12:27PM
"That night I dreamed of a strange hell where demons were immaterial spirits that could be bound to steel and iron. They thirsted for death, fed off the essence of the living as it fled the dying body.
I wanted to summon one, to bind it to a sword. But not just any demon, I wanted their master, the Lord of the entire Hell. He had a name, and it was the End of Sorrow"
Khalid Abdul-Mumin
is 11% done
Damn! Few pages in and I'm hooked. I'm definitely going to love this...
"I woke, suffocating in the earth, choking on dirt and clawing in mad panic. I fought free of my prison. Roots hung from me, the veins through which I fed. I watched them squirm and writhe their way back into my flesh, and wondered what I was."
— May 15, 2022 12:36PM
"I woke, suffocating in the earth, choking on dirt and clawing in mad panic. I fought free of my prison. Roots hung from me, the veins through which I fed. I watched them squirm and writhe their way back into my flesh, and wondered what I was."

