Weavers, they call them. Born from eating the souls of apparitions, they have the ability to evolve with everything they eat and gain their strength and intelligence. But not empathy. They are still beasts in human skin. What happens when the beings from this world try to gain their affection, when there is no affection at all? And how would their lives turn out when they finally gain human skin? Claudius, last lord of House Pars, is struggling with dying men and slow-acting poison spreading across his body. When he came across a weaver, he knew he needed its aid in surviving, but at what cost must he suffer to keep his sanity against the world? -Grimdark -Non-Human Lead -Power Fantasy (I’m not sure about this last one. It is a story about a spider becoming something more, but I’m more interested in character arcs. There is progression, but the beginning will be slow). This is a bleak, dangerous, and immoral book that I hope I can paint with a dash of hope and despair in the same canvas. Chapters will be M-W-F, 1k-2k words, and may increase in the future. This is something I want to write to cement my productivity to write every day.