I abandoned my brainchild.
(seriously, though. the book was beyond saving.)
ive changed setting like 5 times, each character had like 4 different names to the point of confusing me, and on top of that I REALLLLYYYY hate writing prose. I like crafting the story but that’s about it.
Trapping a woman tormenting her in the stones that make the floor of her hallway:
Struggle, struggle, little roach.
Flee from light’s full reproach,
Until the molten stones seize.
Can you breathe with ease?
Hathor stabbed someone then said “My dagger! 
” when she realised they ran off while still being stabbed
Richard and Charcoal holding a metaphorical knife and fork over a sleeping man.
Bethany becomes her body’s subconscious.
The gang got bad gas station coffee and hit the road to their childhood cult