Some day, this will be a "Last.fm/NetFlix/Amazon for web fiction" (both original and fanfiction) where you can search across many different hosting sites or rate what you've read and get recommendations. However, life keeps throwing more urgent projects my way, so I don't know when it'll be ready.
With that thought in mind, he headed through the mansion to his collection of…exotic literature. They were his pride and joy, the triumph of brutish force and quick wit against stupid, inferior females. The triumphs always filled him with energy, and he might just find some ideas on how to punish that dumb maid. However, he quickly realized that said maid- Elf-cursed fool- had struck again. Mott stared in shock at his bookshelf- or at least once was once his bookshelf. All that remained was a single plank of wood and a manuscript on sheep that Mott utterly despised; why his mother thought that sheep were the superior race was still a mystery to him. But where were his good books, the ones with the much more pleasant debauchery? There was nothing left.
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