O' reader mine. How you yearned to see something so foolish. Nevermind that, for I have caught you in a cage of words. O' author mine. How vexed you must be for I have you to myself. To be written. To be breathing. To exist. Ahamkara!Taylor ruining WORM

The house of cards that is The City has finally fallen. Portals have been seized, shut, or torn open by the clash of powers to smash together buildings into uninhabitable ruins. With their backs to the wall, the choice is made to take a way out only the besieged defenders can take. Is it a good idea? No, but does that matter when a crusade is hammering at the gates?(WorkingSummary)

Wherever she ends up, Taylor Hebert always seems to throw a wrench in things. Why would being resurrected and wielding the Light be any different? Or: in which Taylor ends up becoming the Queen's left hand and the Vanguard has no idea how to handle it.

This is not a kind world. Nor a beautiful one. It is cruel, and dark, and violent. There are shadows on every street corner, and things that go bump in the night. There are heroes, villains, and monsters. There are those who are all three. It is a world toppling off the edge, hemorrhaging everything that once made it good. It is a world in pressing need of Light. (Hunter!Taylor)