walk eggshells

Ed is not from this world. Last he remembered, he had been on a quest to save someone's life, a debt he must repay. But he was deceived. stuck in a lace called the mist, a bridge between worlds, time and space its self, a place gods would not go, he must not only find his way home, he must find out who he is, that the entire universe aims to kill him. With past lives to uncover and companions that should not walk any world. Will he loose himself to the mist or become what he has forgotten? both roads lead to doom, but whose?

(This is the better-edited version. The free version as a gift from this author for going on hiatus too long.) Ed is not from this world. Last he remembered he had been on a quest to save someone's life, a debt he must repay. But he was deceived. stuck in a place called the mist, a bridge between worlds, time and space itself, a place gods would not go, he must not only find his way home, he must find out who he is, that the entire universe aims to kill him. With past lives to uncover and companions that should not walk any world. Will he lose himself to the mist or become what he has forgotten? both roads lead to doom, but whose? (Hi, the author here. I went on a year-long hiatus and am back. this is the better-edited version of this book posted here cause the new chapters are better structured and the old needed editing. I will post the new chapters on whichever platform has the most readers, though I am hoping it is this one because the edits are here. Enjoy.)

It all started with a deal with a God. And next thing... i was here... in another world, deceived and made and burdened with this fate. I was going to die. BUT... I don't want to die.

Would you give your sight... the very essence of that sense of yours...? So that never again would you be able to see again. For the simple ability to heal. Take upon the injuries of those you care for. As with a single touch. They shall be healed. Whether it be a broken limb... a bruise... or even a whole arm... nothing, not a single thing within your grasp will ever be broken. Yet when I opened my eyes... it was not the kaleidoscope of colors I knew the world as... nor the exuberant face of my sister. No, it was to this empty void. Filled only by my sense of touch. "Of course" There was no other answer that would satisfy my will. For this was my choice... and my choice alone. ... When the world was created... populated by species upon species of beings. Yet a drop here... a star that may have yet to burst. A small flap of some God's coat. For the world was given life. Life greater than others. For they could use magic. An ability so wondrous that many nations had been created and felled in the harrowed halls of libraries. Yet this ability was not equal, and neither was the strength of will. For it appeared within women, every man that was born... for every one of them, there was an equal thousand women. As for magic. A rare occurrence already, made even more rare by the gap. A change in dynamic. For there was not some great king... there was not one holy emperor. Or even a god. There was a queen... a holy empress.... a Goddess. For man's place was not on the battlefield but upon the soft ballrooms, kitchens laden with instruments of creation rather than destruction. Married into well families that cared for them like precious possessions.

FRIENDSHIP WITH LOVE SERIES BOOK 1 OCEAN & RHIANNA (2019) Rhianna came from a surroundings where not too crowded people. She transferred school due to her family decision after her mother passed away. It was her senior year to a new school and new faces that she needs to adjust. However, she did not expect that her life would change into something she did not imagine. Friendship and love. He slowly opened his eyes, a glimpse of light from the surrounding. He came to his senses that he was not in his room. He realized that he was in the hut with Rhianna. ‘Oh yeah, Rhianna where is she?’ Ocean felt something of his body. He looked down and saw Rhianna was hugging him and his arm was in hers too. He was trying to recall what happened. He had a fever and Rhianna was talking to him about taking a medicine. From that, he could not remember the rest. ‘They were inside his sleeping bag and … they were naked.’ His mind was blank. ‘Why are they naked?’ Then he recalled that Rhianna was saying something when he was so freaking cold. He could not exactly remember what she said but he can understand why she had to do what she needs to do. Maybe that is why they were naked.

Amid the Japanese invasion of Malaya during World War II, Aman, a young man traumatized by the brutal murder of his mother, desperately tries to reach Singapore to reunite with his younger siblings. As he navigates a war-torn landscape filled with betrayal, violence, and shifting allegiances, Aman must confront his own moral dilemmas and the harsh reality of survival. In a world where the line between enemy and ally blurs, Aman fights not only for his life but for the safety of his family, all while uncovering dark secrets that could alter his fate forever.

When his lover is killed while they're on a job, Kegan goes into seclusion, vowing never to return to the Agency, the covert organization they worked for. His handler has other ideas, tricking Kegan into coming back, then partnering him with Gage to find and eliminate Ash, a rogue operative.<br><br>Kegan and Gage locate Ash only to discover he's on the run because he found out that Patterson, the head of the Agency, is not what he seems. When the three men team up to bring Patterson down, will their budding personal relationship save them -- or get them killed?

In the gritty streets of Kallzara, a small wayside town where light barely touches the alleys, Revan Sorna survives by his wits—and by magic long forbidden. With the help of a shadowy tome found in forgotten ruins beneath the city, Revan can summon shadows to deceive and distract, but such power comes with a price: shadows cannot be created from nothing, and his own is lazy and stubborn, testing his patience at every turn. Revan’s partner in crime, Cassie, is a clever con artist with a talent for ice magic and a convincing lost-girl act. Together, they make a perfect team, surviving by picking pockets, pulling cons, and running from those who would see their kind dead or worse. Tonight’s target is an easy mark: a drunken sailor leaving The Golden Pig tavern. But when Revan’s swift theft is interrupted by a brutal punch, the simple job spirals into something far more dangerous—and far more personal. As dark secrets from the ruins threaten to surface and enemies close in, Revan and Cassie must rely on their skills, their magic, and each other to survive. But in a town where shadow magic is heresy and trust is a currency rarer than gold, survival might just mean losing everything.

Soft kitty, cartel kitty, Little ball of fur— Sneaks across the border, With a bag of... purr. Happy kitty, sleepy kitty, Counting all that cash, DEA comes knocking, Kitty makes a dash. If Jim Parsons sang this version on *The Big Bang Theory*, Sheldon would probably say, "Penny, I asked for comfort, not a federal investigation!" My cartel cat was prowling by the border wall, Kept watch so long, poor kitty took a fall— Bumped kitty… ohhh Bumped kitty… Just a friendly little cat. My cartel cat was hiding in a secret flat, Waited so long, poor kitty got trapped— Trapped kitty… ohhh Bumped, trapped kitty… Just a friendly little cat. My cartel cat was running from the DEA, Ran so fast, poor kitty lost his way— Lost kitty… ohhh Bumped, trapped, lost kitty… Just a friendly little cat. My cartel cat was counting all the cash, Stacked so high, poor kitty made a dash— Rich kitty… ohhh Bumped, trapped, lost, rich kitty… Just a friendly little cat. My neighbor saw my kitty with a bag of snow, I said to my neighbor, "Let my kitty go!" Free kitty… Bumped, trapped, lost, rich, free kitty… Just a friendly little cat. My cartel cat tried to hide in a sombrero, But sneezed so loud, blew his cover, oh no! Sneezy kitty… ohhh Sneezy, free kitty… Just a friendly little cat. My cartel cat took a nap on a pile of cash, Dreamed of tuna, woke up with a stash— Sleepy kitty… ohhh Sneezy, free, sleepy kitty… Just a friendly little cat. My cartel cat tried to bribe the border guard, Offered a fish, but got caught off guard— Caught kitty… ohhh Sneezy, free, sleepy, caught kitty… Just a friendly little cat. My cartel cat escaped with a clever plan, Rode a llama, now he's the man— Llama kitty… ohhh Sneezy, free, sleepy, caught, llama kitty… Just a friendly little cat. Here, kitty kitty kitty kitty kitty! For more about Jim Parsons, visit his official site: [https://www.jimparsons.com](https://www.jimparsons.com) For *The Big Bang Theory* show, visit: [https://www.cbs.com/shows/big_bang_theory/](https://www.cbs.com/shows/big_bang_theory/I if this book changes even one life then it was worth it I need help https://photos.app.goo.gl/67B1XKnbaEnRj7rB7

Qin Yao opens her eyes and finds herself transmigrated from a post-apocalyptic world into the body of an ancient peasant woman. Her family consists of four stepchildren needing care. A good-for-nothing husband, who has nothing but looks, is causing a ruckus. They live in a thatched hut, without a grain of rice, the family is emaciated like refugees. If that wasn't enough, someone even comes to collect debts! Anger rises in Qin Yao's heart, and she kicks the wretched husband out, "Debt collector, feel free to just beat him to death!" The four stepchildren: !!! With the world quieted, Qin Yao rolls up her sleeves to revive the family. Hunting, carrying bags, fighting bandits, she's an expert in all. But facing the fields, with her back to the sky, and her face to the earth, even a top-tier fighter from the post-apocalyptic world waves her hand: Can't take it! Really can't take it! Qin Yao scratches her head: In the ancient times where agricultural taxes are extremely high, how can I avoid farming? At this moment, the lazy husband who was sent away to die (twisting and crawling) (struggling to stand up) (screaming and roaring): My dear! I think I can be saved!