Good thing he’s got magic of his own in order to even up the scales.

Add in desperate soldiers, refugees, scheming nobles, and a couple of entirely wicked witches life will be quite busy indeed.

Daniel Black, who has been summoned to a world during an apocalypse, would have a lot on his plate just surviving. “Fimbulwinter” is the first novel in the “Daniel Black” series and was released in the year 2014. The guy that can debate things from advanced space launch technologies and Napoleonic military tactics? The one that constantly bypasses the GM’s carefully laid out plot complications by doing something both sensible and clever rather than just charging right at the obvious plot hooks? The guy that appears to always be overpowered because he carefully min-maxes his characters and reads every single rulebook? This is Daniel.īrown’s debut novel, called “Fimbulwinter”, was released in the year 2014. William’s inspiration for Daniel Black comes from some of the more capable players that he has met in tabletop RPGs over the years. Gritty urban fantasy heroines that are the cause of most their own problems, and then bitch at the male love interest that has to save them. Whiny beta-boy ‘heroes’ that allow the girls beat them up, then wonder why the princess doesn’t just appreciate their awesome sensitive wonderfulness. William dislikes clueless idiot heroes that survive plainly on pure luck and the mistakes of the bad guy. Particularly if they must use their brains and so badass level grinding on the way. He likes heroes that go out and solve their problems rather than sitting around whining all about them. William Brown is just a middle-aged American guy that writes fanfictions for fun after a long day down at the bit mine. Good thing I’m not as helpless as I look.E. Kidnappers, slavers, pirates and yakuza - no matter where I go, trouble always seems to find me. Hoping to survive all the awful things that can happen to a girl on her own in space. Now I’m on the run, hoping against hope that the Matrons won’t try too hard to find me. What would they do, if they realized the Adjustments that were supposed to make me a meek little herd animal didn’t do anything? Then I messed up, and gave myself away. Even as a kid I knew not to trust the Matrons. I learned fast to downplay my abilities, keep my mouth shut and try to blend in. There were other kids with mods at the orphanage, but nothing like that. It all seemed perfectly natural at the time. Forty meters off the ground, watching ships thirty thousand kilometers overhead, with senses that could pick out radar pings and comm chatter as easily as the ships themselves. When I was little I used to climb up to the highest branches of the housetree at night, and watch the starships docking at the orbital stations high above. My name is Alice Long, and I’ve always known I was different.

Perilous Waif by E. William Brown