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		<description>The original writings of author Rose A. World</description>
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			<title>Chapter 8</title>
			<description>			A city of white laybefore them. It was as if snowfall dusted every inch of the capitol.Keira had forgotten just how beautiful it was. The capitol, home toher beloved Academy. Here she had wandered the streets a thousandtimes, losing herself in lush marketplaces and oasis garde..</description>
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			<title>Chapter 7</title>
			<description>	Keira awoke to find the ground moving beneath her. She started to her feet, nearly falling backwards before a strong hand steadied her waist.	&amp;ldquo;Never woken up in the back of a wagon before?&amp;rdquo; A young man looked into her face, rich green eyes crinkled into a smile that was rather lopsided ..</description>
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			<title>Chapter 6</title>
			<description>	There was more red than she remembered. Her hands were covered in velvety red gloves. Glancing up, she saw a small mound in the middle of her family&amp;rsquo;s field. Walking up to it, she suddenly felt exhausted and lay down atop the mound, which was deliciously soft but somehow wet. Slowly, heap tha..</description>
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			<title>Chapter 5</title>
			<description>	Roan wondered if it was wise not to tell his companion about her peculiar ring. But then again, she might know already	&amp;ldquo;You know of course, what the name Keira means in the ancient tongue.&amp;rdquo;	Her brow furrowed, the freckles on her forehead contracting. &amp;ldquo;Well, no.&amp;rdquo;	Roan watched..</description>
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			<title>Chapter 4</title>
			<description>	Though Roan had decided not to tease the girl, it was difficult for him to keep this vow. She was not easily riled, and only after a particularly harsh dig was he able to provoke her.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;ldquo;Why so eager to rush back to the capitol?&amp;..</description>
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			<title>Chapter 3</title>
			<description>	Keira snapped the damned tree branch in two. &amp;ldquo;I&amp;rsquo;ve had enough of visualizing! Teach me something useful.&amp;rdquo;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Roan merely stood and broke off another branch from the oak they sat beneath. &amp;ldquo;Stay focused&quot;do you want..</description>
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			<title>Chapter 2</title>
			<description>	Keira had become very tired of riding. No matter how pretty the mare was, the horse&amp;rsquo;s girth was unimaginable.&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;ldquo;Can we rest for awhile?&amp;rdquo; She nearly had to yell to catch Roan&amp;rsquo;s attention, as he was a dozen horse-lengths ahead of her.&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nb..</description>
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			<title>Chapter 1</title>
			<description>	Keira rubbed her thumb along the stone, frowning. Eyes closed, she searched for the soft smoke of her magic that once coursed through her body in excess. Gone. The girl, nearly a woman, tossed the rune in disgust. Her eyes mirrored the pond before her, the same shade of smoky grey and just as still..</description>
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			<title>Up in Smoke</title>
			<description>Magic has been stolen from the realms. Keira, once a skilled healer, and the perplexing Lord Roan have vowed to find the theif--even if it means rebellion.</description>
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