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My brother and I are both adults. He’s asked me to read the first draft of his fantasy novel, which I have been doing over the last few days when I have the time.
Me: “Hey, [Brother]. I just got to the part of the story where the group gets to the wizard’s city.”
Brother: “Oh, cool! What do you think?”
Me: “Well, I enjoyed it, but let me read the description out loud.”
Book: “The city rose from the dunes like a mirage. Neon towers shimmered with arcane power, promising pleasure, wealth, and indulgence. Once inside, few ever left, trapped not by walls, but by desire. Illusions catered to every whim, every sin, draining coin and sanity alike…”
I lower the pages.
Me: “You just described Las Vegas.”
He stares at me. Silent. Processing. Then he goes:
Brother: “Oh, crap. You’re right.”
Me: “Congrats. You reinvented Nevada with elves.”
On his second draft, the city was relocated to a jungle!
