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He bared a toothy grin as he walked toward onward. Fog sweeping his from sight, his ghostly green eyes disappearing. “Oh, Little Lou. Oh, Litt..

Chapter 1

“There are Monsters in the world,” She had said.

He was sure Sara Doblin had shouted it, spreading it the word “ Fight”like racing wildfire. Inwardly cursing her for her stupidity. He rea..

This is my sun rain.

Inspired by a singer.

Moghale ( Moe-g-hal) was tired, with it’s damp cobble stoned streets aligned with street lamps that created a shine in the stone road that mirro..

Her freedom might come from the secrets swirling from her master's lips. To find them mean's to find the secret itself.

Love me no more than a burning.

You weren't supposed to look; not to know. But now you do, now you've looked. Now he's to search for what are the lie's and what is the truth.