UPDATE (10/20/2018 @1723EST)

For those who may care, after much deliberation, I've decided to purge all of my stories from FictionPress. The reason is twofold. One, the versions available here were so out of date that just looking at them burned my eyes; and two, I didn't want their presence online to reduce my chances of finding an agent one day.

Thus, after many, many years, I bid thee farewell. (At least for now.)

It should be noted, however that I'm keeping this account active, so feel free to scream at me over PM if you wish.

Have a lovely day~!
o_o ~*(cyh)*

UPDATE (12/30/2017 @0602EST)

Happy holidays! Happy New Year! Happy scribblebits to all!

Anyway, an update for those who assume that I've died:

Avenari - Guess what? I want to publish this bad boy and it's 300,000 words long. That means cutting, splitting, and all kinds of surgery. As such, the one book is as we speak becoming two (probably three) books. And I'm on the second rewrite of the first of those three. Hence, my long, deathlike absence.

Ambri-Qis - This one is also gonna get overhauled, possibly split in two and definitely replotted in various ways. (Thanks to Avenari's changes, of course.)

Noctis - It hasn't changed. I'm just too busy with Avenari to work on it right now. Also, I've begun another semi-prequel for Andris that took over my life for a solid year.

Untitled* - The aforementioned prequel. Andris' POV, takes place in ~3500BC. Required so much research, my eyes melted out of my head. Loving every moment of it.

Now for the important bit: Noctis may continue on FP, but I'm not sure if I want to post the new versions of the other stories online. Reason being, publishers seem to cringe at the thought that a writer's work has touched filthy public eyes (elitists...). Anyway, assuming the worst, I offer here my thanks to all the readers who left kind words over the years (and even those who felt compelled to throw shade - I like the dark, so it's fine). Without a reader, a book is just lifeless text, so thank you for giving my children a little bit of meaning.

Much love,

CyhAnide

About Me:

"Words are all we have." - Samuel Beckett.

Pen Name: CyhAnide

WORKS: (Just because I've taken them down doesn't mean that I no longer hold copyright, so just to be safe, here are my babies on record)

AVENARI - Lydian Plorávero, Andris (Andrew Lunari), and Nicklas Sorensen are the MCs. Their story is currently being revamped and reworked into at least three books

AMBRI-QIS - Original sequel, Andris' POV. This one will be added and reworked once the above is done.

ANDRIS - Prequel story from Andris' POV, set ca. 3500BC.

NOCTIS - Hydrangea and Tabidius will also see a revamp, mostly to better fit the story into AVENARI's universe, because surprise!--they all take place in the same universe.

Philosophy from Rosencrantz and Guildenstern Are Dead

Guil: A man talking sense to himself is no madder than a man talking nonsense not to himself. […]

Ros: Stark raving sane.”—Rosencrantz and Guildenstern

“Half of what he said meant something else, and the other half didn’t mean anything at all.”—Rosencrantz

“We cross our bridges when we come to them and burn them behind us, with nothing to show for our progress except a memory of the smell of smoke and a presumption that our eyes once watered.”—Guildenstern

“The plot was two corpses gone before we caught sight of ourselves, stripped naked in the middle of nowhere and pouring ourselves down a bottomless well.”—Player

“Don’t you see?! We’re actors—we’re the opposite of people!”—Player

“Uncertainty is the normal state. You’re nobody special.”—Player

“We are tied down to a language that makes up in obscurity what it lacks in style.”—Player

“Between ‘just desserts’ and ‘tragic irony’ we are given quite a lot of scope for our particular talent.”—Player

“Ros: ‘Well, really—I mean, people want to be entertained—they don’t come expecting sordid and gratuitous filth.’
Player: ‘You’re wrong—they do! Murder, seduction, and incest—what do you want—jokes?’
Ros: I want a good story, with a beginning, a middle and end.’
Player (to Guil): And you?
Guil: I’d prefer art to mirror life, if it’s all the same to you.’”

“Audiences know what to expect, and that is all they are prepared to believe in.”—Player

“I’ve lost all capacity for disbelief. I’m not sure I could even rise to a little gentle skepticism.”—Guildenstern

“We drift down time, clutching at straws. But what good’s a brick to a drowning man?”—Rosencrantz

“We might as well be dead. Do you think death could possibly be a boat?”—Guildenstern

“Death is not anything…death is not…It’s the absence of presence, nothing more…the endless time of never coming back…a gap you can’t see, and when the wind blows through it, it makes no sound…”—Guildenstern

“We must have been born with an intuition of mortality. Before we know the words for it, before we know that there are words, out we come, bloodied and squalling with the knowledge that for all compasses in the world, there is only one direction, and time is its only measure.”—Rosencrantz “Pirates could happen to anyone.”—Player

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