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125: Redoing my Life, Bah Gawd He's Broken in Half!

Jay, Manny, and Luke stepped out of the car in front of the hotel. Luke, brimming with excitement, wore his John Cena hat slightly askew, while Manny looked far less enthusiastic.

"Well, we’re here," Jay said, glancing up at the grand entrance of the hotel.

"I can't wait! The Rock is going to fight John Cena! It’s like... the biggest thing EVER!" Luke exclaimed, practically bouncing with excitement.

Manny adjusted his jacket, clearly unim...

124: Redoing my Life, Really? A Real Bat

With the principal photography for Batman Begins moving to the UK, I found myself visiting regularly. My recent visit was my longest stretch here yet.

There had been some grumbling from the studio about Nolan not wanting a secondary crew in the US to handle scenes while he was in the UK, but thankfully, those concerns were quickly snuffed out.

We were now at Mentmore Towers, which would serve as Wayne Manor. It was our first day shooting here, a...

76: The Son of Ice and Fire, Before the Tourney pt.4

"I wonder how long it will take for the court to notice the Master of Whispers missing," Basil said, a touch of amusement in his voice.

Maekar turned to glance at his right-hand man, his smile broadening. "Oh, I'd wager quite a while. Varys has been slipping away for weeks at a time. I doubt anyone will think much of it for at least a month or two."

Basil nodded, crossing his arms over his chest. "Especially in Prince Aegon's camp. Varys has been spending qui...

123: Redoing my Life, A Pitch for Wonder Woman

Part of the last chapter of The Spear of Destiny

As Lyra entered the city, her heart clenched. She hadn't expected a grand welcome, but the sight of so many senior knights filled her with unease. She barely had time to process her thoughts before one of them—a knight—stepped forward, blocking her path.

“Lyra Aramore?” he asked, his voice formal.

Lyra nodded. “Yes.”

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11: Dragonborn Conqueror, Ironholt pt.2

As the sun began its descent, Harald strode towards Ironholt. The fading light was absorbed by his dark ebony armor. His battleaxe, dark and imposing, rested in his right hand, while his left arm cradled the glowing Heartstone, which pulsated softly with a crimson light. He planned to use it to conjure an Ash Guardian—a safer conjuration. It was better than attempting to summon an atronach, a Daedra from Oblivion; he didn't want to create any unforeseen consequences by summoning Daedra into...

Bonus Chapter: Redoing my Life, Margot’s Seduction

Daniel sat on the couch, his eyes glued to his laptop screen as his fingers moved swiftly across the keys. He was working on an important email, his focus unwavering despite the late hour. There was a minor crisis at the studio, and it needed his full attention.

From the hallway, Margot emerged, wearing nothing but a silk robe. She padded over to him quietly, stopping beside the couch. She stood there, waiting for Daniel to look up, her arms crossed in playful impatience.

10: Dragonborn Conqueror, Ironholt pt.1

"We have captured one hundred and seventeen," said the commander of his largest raiding party, his voice almost hesitant as he stood at attention.

Vikon Greyjoy turned sharply towards the man, his eyes narrowing. "One hundred and seventeen?" he repeated.

"My lord, you asked us to raid fishing hamlets. There were barely any people. Most of them... we had to move inland to gather more."

Vikon frowned, the corners of his mouth tightening. "I exp...

The Son of Ice and Fire: Lost in Time pt.2

“Damn it, Daemon,” Corlys Velaryon growled under his breath, his eyes narrowing as he stood on the cliffs of Bloodstone, watching the vast enemy fleet spread across the horizon. The banners of the Triarchy—Lys, Myr, and Tyrosh—fluttered in the wind, accompanied by the distinct sails of Dornish warships. Their numbers were overwhelming, the sea darkened by the mass of ships, their approach like an ominous tide slowly but surely closing in.

His hand tightened around the...

75: The Son of Ice and Fire, Before the Tourney pt.3

Daenerys lay curled against Maekar’s side, her arm draped across his chest as her fingers lazily traced patterns along his skin. Her breasts, full and firm, pressed against his ribs, her waist narrow, and her hips gently flared. Her long, slender legs were tangled with his, and her silver-gold hair cascaded down her back, tickling his skin. She nestled closer, pressing gentle kisses along the side of his face and trailing them down toward his neck, her intent clear.

"One mo...

The Son of Ice and Fire: Lost in Time pt.1

The city of Tolos sprawled across the hilly coastline like a forgotten relic of a grander time—a place where the glory of the past still shimmered in every column and archway. The city’s white stone gleamed beneath the golden light of the setting sun, casting long shadows from towering statues that watched over wide marble streets.

On a terrace of a grand mansion perched on a hill near the sea sat Daemon Targaryen. The salty breeze from the ocean below brushed against his...

122: Redoing my Life, Easy Money

March 2012

First Look at Batman Begins: Jensen Ackles' Batman and Liam Neeson’s Ra’s al Ghul Spotted in Iceland

Batman Begins has officially kicked off principal photography this month, with the first location being the breathtaking yet punishing landscape of Iceland's Vatnajökull Glacier. The production has reportedly been grueling due to the harsh weather conditions.

Leaked photos have surfaced, offering an excit...

9: Dragonborn Conqueror, New Companions

"What was the name again?" Harald asked, his brow furrowed as he glanced around at the gathered Blanetree men.

"Ironholt," Chett answered, leaning against a tree with his arms crossed.

"Ha," Brannik said with a bitter chuckle. "Of course Vikon’s going to be there. It’s the largest Ironborn outpost on the Blue Fork."

"I thought Fairmarket was," Willem, the youngest of the group, chimed in, his voice uncertain.

"...

121: Redoing my Life, Fast and Furious

General POV

1 Year Ago

It was early 2011, and Daniel had been invited to one of the most exclusive and elusive parties in Hollywood—the kind of event where the industry's biggest names gathered to let loose, make deals, and indulge in the excesses the public rarely got a glimpse of. The host was one of Hollywood's most eccentric producers, notorious for throwing lavish, over-the-top parties.

Invitations like these ...

74: The Son of Ice and Fire, Before the Tourney Pt.2

Maekar rode through the bustling streets of King’s Landing, mounted on a magnificent white steed, his posture regal as he acknowledged the roaring crowd. The cobblestones beneath his horse's hooves echoed with each step, while men, women, and children lined the streets, waving and cheering his name. "Prince Maekar!" they shouted, their voices filled with adoration. "Princess Daenerys!" echoed soon after.

Riding beside him, Daenerys was the picture of grace and be...

73: The Son of Ice and Fire, Before the Tourney Pt.1

The sun had yet to rise as Maekar and Lyonel walked through the dim corridors of Dragonstone. The morning air was cool, carrying the scent of salt from the sea below, while the sky above remained a deep indigo, untouched by daylight. In Maekar's hand was a dark blade with a storied past—Blackfyre, the sword of Aegon the Conqueror. Alongside it was another sword, a trophy from his victory over the Golden Company.

They reached the private training yard of Dragonstone, a place...

120: Redoing my Life, A Slice of Life

“And we are back with Joanna!” Ryan Seacrest’s voice boomed from my phone, his tone upbeat and full of energy. I was driving back to my apartment, listening to today’s recording of On Air with Ryan Seacrest, where Joanna was the guest this morning.

“I like how it’s just ‘Joanna,’ like Madonna,” Ryan said with a chuckle, and I could hear Joanna’s awkward laugh in response.

‘Glad she’s getting more comfortable with these intervi...

72: The Son of Ice and Fire, Setting the Stage

Prince Doran Martell sat in his ornate chair, the pain from his gout a constant companion as he slowly sipped from a goblet of wine. His eyes were contemplative, fixed on the far side of the room. Opposite him, lounging casually in a chair, sat Oberyn Martell, the Red Viper of Dorne.

"You've spent time with him, haven't you? Aegon," Doran asked, his voice calm but probing.

Oberyn took a deep breath before replying. "I have. But something… something has gone...

119: Redoing my Life, A Seat on the Board

I was at Morgan’s Retreat, one of the many mansions owned by Henry. It was his favorite—a secluded paradise perched on the cliffs of Big Sur, a place where the world seemed to disappear. The mansion clung to the edge of the coastline, its sleek architecture merging with the jagged rocks and endless ocean below. It was a fortress of glass, stone, and wood, with sharp lines and open spaces that made it feel like it was part of the landscape.

From every room, the Pacific Oce...

118: Redoing my Life, Year's End

I stood in my kitchen, surrounded by the sleek, modern design of the apartment’s most luxurious feature—a top-of-the-line, custom-built kitchen. The countertops were smooth granite, reflecting the soft ambient lighting that glowed beneath the cabinetry. Chrome appliances gleamed, all in perfect alignment, while an expansive island dominated the center, offering plenty of space to prepare drinks.

I had guests tonight, and I was planning on making drinks. I had to admit, my...

8: Dragonborn Conqueror, Down the Blue Fork

Harald stood at the river’s edge, watching as the men boarded the longship that had once belonged to Rodrick Greyjoy. It was a sturdy vessel, sleek and well-crafted. The long, slender oars were already manned, dipping into the water in preparation for the journey ahead. The sail was furled for now, but the wind was steady, and once it was unfurled, it would propel them faster downstream toward Fairmarket.

The men gathered on board were a mix of seasoned Blanetree...

7: Dragonborn Conqueror, A Cold Nightmare

The great forests west of the Imperial City were vast and dense, filled with towering trees whose thick branches intertwined overhead, blotting out most of the sky. The underbrush was thick with moss and tangled vines, and the air was damp and cool, carrying the scent of rich earth and rain-soaked bark.

Harald remembered these woods well, having spent much time here in the first few years after his arrival in Tamriel.

"There was an Ayleid ruin somewhere in th...

71: The Son of Ice and Fire, Wolven Uncles

Brandon sat in his solar, his gaze fixed on his brothers as they read through the missives exchanged between him and Maekar. A large hearth blazed, the crackling fire doing little to chase away the lingering chill in the room. The flickering flames cast eerie shadows on their faces, making their expressions difficult to read at first glance, but Brandon knew them too well. Ned’s face, as always, was calm and composed, his features neutral and cold like the winter wind that never ...

117: Redoing my Life, Opinions

@MarvelFanboy4Lyfe: "Marvel's already 10 steps ahead, DC is just copying our blueprint. The Avengers will blow anything DC has out of the water! #MCU #DCisLate"

@DarkKnight: "LOL, Batman Begins alone will crush The Avengers at the box office. #DCForever #BatIsBack"

@IroWins: "Please, Marvel is setting up a whole interconnected universe. DC is just trying to catch up....

6: Dragonborn Conqueror (ASOIAFxElder Scrolls), The Lord of Fairmarket

Fairmarket was a town that should have been a grand city, nestled along the Blue Fork of the Trident. Its position was ideal—perfect for bustling trade routes and a thriving marketplace. Yet, it never reached the heights it could have. The old river kings had refused to grant the charters that would have allowed it to expand and grow. As a result, Fairmarket remained small, its cobbled streets winding between narrow stone buildings, and its market stalls bustling with merchants, farmers, an...

70: The Son of Ice and Fire, Kneel before your Prince

Daenerys stood at the edge of the training yard, her eyes fixed on the two figures locked in combat. Lyonel Storm, Maekar’s sworn protector, moved with precision, his sword glinting in the morning sun as he parried each blow from the towering figure before him—Brienne of Tarth.

The clash of steel rang out, echoing across the yard as their swords met again and again. Lyonel’s movements were smooth, controlled, almost effortless, yet Daenerys could see that he was holding...

116: Redoing my Life, Reactions from Comic Con

An article in CBR

Breaking: DC Studios Stuns Comic-Con with Huge Movie Announcements!

In a jaw-dropping panel at San Diego Comic-Con, DC Studios has made waves in the superhero movie arena. Led by DC Studios' new Chief Creative Officer Daniel Adler and head of the studio David Rickman, the panel introduced fans to a bold new direction for the studio.

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4: The Accidental Liberator, Tolos

Jason walked along the smooth Valyrian road, his boots tapping lightly against the dark, glossy stones that fit together seamlessly beneath his feet. The ancient roadway stretched endlessly ahead. On either side of the road, vast grassy plains unfolded, dotted with vibrant wildflowers swaying gently in the breeze. Clusters of trees stood in the distance, their leaves shimmering under the midday sun.

Ahead of him, Garth—his newly made friend in this new world—walked withou...

5: Dragonborn Conqueror (ASOIAFxElder Scrolls), So, what now?

"There, all better," Harald said softly as he finished healing the little girl’s leg. A faint glow faded from his hand as the magic did its work.

"It’s a miracle!" the girl’s mother cried, pulling her daughter into her arms.

"Mama! It... it don’t hurt no more!" the little girl exclaimed. Her small face beamed with joy, her big eyes filled with wonder at the sudden disappearance of her pain.

Harald stood up, dusting off his hands as he...

115: Redoing my Life, San Diego Comic Con pt.2

I walked through the VIP lounge near Hall H, where Dave was waiting for me. The DC panel would be starting in just an hour, and after spending most of the day preparing, I felt confident. 

Dave spotted me from across the room.

“Danny!” Dave called out with a wave.

I navigated through the small crowd, making my way over to him.

"How’d your panel this morning go?" Dave asked, a grin on his face.

"It ...

69: The Son of Ice and Fire, The Last Blackfyre

The camp of the Golden Company was a sprawling city of tents and supply wagons, stretching across the arid valley like a vast, makeshift settlement. The camp buzzed with life as evening descended, though the oppressive heat of the day still clung to the hard-packed earth beneath their feet. Banners bearing the Golden Company’s sigil—a golden skull with a sword clenched between its teeth—flapped lazily in the dry breeze that swept through the valley.

The air was thick wi...