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Incipit: The task

Close-up portrait of a horse's eye


Third person

Primary genre



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The horse galloped through the night, quivering and neighing, beating its hooves on the pastures of Rodor, on the rocks of Hamlet, on the red sand of Ingak. He ran for three nights and three days, all the way to the gates of the Black King, where he collapsed exhausted, dying from his exertion. With him, on the ground, also rolled cargo: the severed head of the demon Kall and a message written in blood on a scroll: 'Now it is your turn.

Incipit Adaptability

High adaptability for creating fantasy, young adult stories. Low adaptability for other genres.


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