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Sixty-twoA Chapter by IsemayStepping through the door, Cyran inhaled deeply as the sea air washed over him. It was evening and the small copse of trees they were half hidden in w.. |
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Sixty-threeA Chapter by IsemaySyreilla woke on a peculiar bed of woven branches with a blanket of fur and feathers pulled over her. Rubbing her eyes, she sat up and looked around; .. |
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Sixty-fourA Chapter by IsemayCyran marvelled at the place his grandfather called home. Every surface shone with gold like the sun and the silken draperies in white and gold were d.. |
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Sixty-fiveA Chapter by IsemaySyreilla had managed to climb carefully up to the wooden beams and she sat on them wiggling some feeling back into her fingers. The wood above her was.. |
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Sixty-sixA Chapter by IsemaySyreilla’s chamber was mostly bare when finished but Vezar had reassured the Divinity that she would be pleased. He knew that she preferred simp.. |
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Sixty-sevenA Chapter by IsemayHevtos stepped back into the Rook’s chamber with a curious smile. He’d been looking forward to seeing the changes she’d made. Pausin.. |
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Sixty-eightA Chapter by IsemayKwes tried not to sigh as Amtalia climbed out of his bed.“I thought I’d be happy to have you stay, Kwes but you’re being a miserable.. |
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Sixty-nineA Chapter by IsemaySyreilla returned to her chamber feeling light. It felt as if everything were falling into its proper place. She had a home here, Uncle didn’t s.. |
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SeventyA Chapter by IsemayCyran rested his hand on Atos arm, “Grandfather, would the answer to those questions bring you less pain?”Atos’ jaw clenched and the.. |
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Seventy-oneA Chapter by IsemaySyreilla felt Odos put a hand on her arm to bring her attention back to the interminably dull introductions that were a matter of formality between th.. |
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Seventy-twoA Chapter by IsemayHelping her gather all of the stones except for the largest onto one of the black display boards made of basalt, Vezar tried not to think about why sh.. |
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Seventy-threeA Chapter by Isemay“I have failed in everything!” Imos hunched his shoulders hiding his face.Cyran stepped forward and put his hands on his father’s sh.. |
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Seventy-fourA Chapter by IsemayVezar sat where his mother pointed and his father adjusted himself on his golden pile of memory to get a better look at him, ceasing his attempts to f.. |
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Seventy-fiveA Chapter by IsemaySyreilla curled against Vezar’s side, watching through the gaps in the black nest bed as he altered his chamber, making it into a mirror image o.. |
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Blink OnceA Poem by Wild Willow BlueI am so small in comparison |
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Meeting GaneshA Story by [email protected]I was never too familiar with the Hindu gods. Once or twice I came into contact with Kali. I couldn’t sleep either night because it felt as if.. |
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let the ink pourA Poem by JoshuaA poem about writing from the soul |
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Tales from The Raunchy Wench Tavern and W***e Hous..A Book by Alex S. FoleyThe Raunch Wench Tavern and W***e House did not look like much on the outside but step inside and you will meet some of the best and worse adventurers.. |
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