A fantasy epic forged from bureaucratic prophecy, acorn-based sorcery, and the whispered scripts of the Squirraline Order.
The Walnut Prophecy chronicles a world out of sync, where time fractures, squirrels speak in JavaScript, and Chosen Ones rarely read the terms and conditions.
Part satire. Part saga. Entirely cracked.
Once, nestled between the Vinegar Dunes and the Forest of Loud Opinions, there was a lake who had filed seventeen formal complaints about her job description.
She didn’t want to be reflective. She didn’t care for lily pads. She certainly wasn’t interested in “supporting aquatic life with emotional maturity.”
No — Lorna Belle wanted one thing: to dance.
And one Tuesday, with the Moon watching and the paperwork smoldering in defiance, she did.
Dear faithful readers of The Walnut Prophecy,
After three chapters of Gerald’s adventures in cosmic bureaucracy, we’re making a strategic shift that will ultimately give you a much richer experience.
