As a girl, Olive loved fantasy. Reading it, writing it, building her world, making it a place she could wrap around herself. A world of bold knights, dashing princes, and cunning sorceresses, it spoke to her in a voice that soothed and excited her, all at once. It told her that a life could be more meaningful, more magical, than the one she was stuck with.
As an adult, Olive loved money. Fantasies only last so long, and after her attempt at an epic flopped, she changed tack. Pursuing a career in marketing, she clawed her way up the corporate ladder, throwing off any poor fool that barred her way.
But ambition paints a target. Just as she reached the top, becoming CMO of her agency, the bill came due. She never saw the flash, barely felt the bullet, but it ended her climb, right quick.
If the curtain fell there, it would have been a fitting coda. A life ruthlessly lived, ruthlessly ended.
Then she woke up. But not in the hospital, not at home. In a lush green countryside, by a familiar townscape, brine on the air...
...in the body of a pig girl?! The lowliest of the low, in all of her stories! With no status, magic, or even rights!
She might as well be an NPC in a video game!
Trapped in the world she wrote as a girl, she must cope with her new reality, leverage her dormant knowledge, and carve whatever path she can. But this world is not as she remembers it. Why is the bold knight such a brute? Why is the dashing prince a cruel princess? Why is the cunning sorceress a ruthless tyrant?!
And why are truffles so addictive, all of a sudden?!
At least two chapters a week!
