Edward Linden never wanted to get flunged into a world of swords and magic.

Luckily for him, he woke up in a place where magic doesn't exist, weather messes with your brain, and good steel is too expensive to casually give everybody a sharp stick made out of it.

Fortunately or not, you don't need to breathe lasers to have an adventure.

Tis' my first fiction, and I've learned English mostly on my own, so I'd appreciate feedback. Please be gentle. I hope to improve as I write.