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			<title>The Sweetest Dreams to Thee</title>
			<description>This sequence was a project that my english teacher had us do that spark my inner inspiration. I of course had inspiration from other sources.</description>
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			<title>15. Baldric</title>
			<description>As soon as I reached home after school I headed straight for the library, ignoring my uncle as he tried to stop me to instruct my cousins. I pushed the double doors open wide as I entered the massive library. It was hard to tell where to begin so I scanned the spines of all the books pulling down ..</description>
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			<title>14. Zeik</title>
			<description>I didn&amp;rsquo;t know what to expect when I found Callign on my doorstep, I certainly didn&amp;rsquo;t expect to have the leech sitting in my living room. He just sat there looking as though he was the reason for everything. I sat on the opposite side of the room, waiting for Callign to tell us what the..</description>
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			<title>13. Callign</title>
			<description>I sniffed the air in my house, experimentally, for cigarette smoke, a sign that my mother was &amp;ldquo;entertaining&amp;rdquo; and was thankful when I found the scent pure and clean. I entered quietly and went directly into my room placing my backpack on the floor just inside my door. I ran through the ..</description>
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			<title>12. Richard</title>
			<description>So the hunter was investigating Callign, this was something that should not be allowed to continue. He had already learned too much from the mongrel&amp;rsquo;s big mouth. I waited patiently for the end of the day, I went quickly to my car and leaned against the front of it watching as the child hunte..</description>
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			<title>11. Baldric</title>
			<description>&amp;ldquo;Yeah Jonny was always the one with an active imagination. I&amp;rsquo;ll see you later.&amp;rdquo; The wolf watched her for a minute, never noticing I was there and then turned in the opposite direction. I followed her. She normal, if a bit thin, but not at all unbeautiful, in fact she blew most of t..</description>
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			<title>10. Zeik</title>
			<description>I wasn't sure how I was going to tell Callign who she really was and what she meant to the children of Night, but I knew I had to or she could get herself and many others killed. I sat at my desk and tried to think of a way of tolling her without freaking her out when she suddenly walked in. Her s..</description>
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			<title>9. Callign</title>
			<description>I woke up the next morning feeling exhausted. It wasn't until I was Half dressed that I remembered Richard was going to pick me up. I glanced quickly at the clock next to my bed the glowing red letters read 7:55. I cursed and quickly finished getting ready. I was determined to meet him at the door..</description>
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			<title>8. Richard</title>
			<description>I didn&amp;rsquo;t relish the idea of going back to the wolves den, but I could feel the radiating heat of her anger across town, the others did as well and began to wonder what could cause such a massive spike in energy. Alba, the head of our coven, asked me if I knew its origin, for I had stopped hu..</description>
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			<title>7. Callign</title>
			<description>I stood in the hall and waited as Zeik closed the door.&amp;quot;So where exactly are we going to be shooting?&amp;quot; I inquired.&amp;quot;We have a sun room made mostly of glass. Don't worry it's heated. &amp;quot;He added after seeing the look on my face. &amp;quot;Mary's room is upstairs, go left and it's t..</description>
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			<title>6. Zeik</title>
			<description>The clock in the living room showed 7:30. The cold of the night still held tight to me as though a long lost lover. I hated to leave my family and the run but I had other obligations at this point and they might just prove to be more important then a midnight rendezvous with the moon. I had many s..</description>
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			<title>5. Callign</title>
			<description>I could smell the cigarette smoke before I set foot in the house, and my mothers pathetic giggles filled the air. I rolled my eyes and walked to the kitchen to forage for some food. The fridge held meager pickings but I found enough to make a cheese sandwich and a glass of milk. I took my meal to ..</description>
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			<title>Bloodlust and Torture</title>
			<description>A night of wild torture under a fading moon.</description>
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			<title>4. Baldric</title>
			<description>I watched as the kids filed onto the buses. On one I watched as the new girl, Callign, climbed on closely followed by Ezekiel and Richard. It was not my job to stop them from casing prey but the way they looked at her was a little unsettling. There was something different about her. Something that..</description>
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			<title>Life On A Knife</title>
			<description>This is a little something from my life before I found my best friend and boyfriend.</description>
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			<title>The Path of The Story</title>
			<description>Feelings I get when I write or read.</description>
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			<title>Backstabbed</title>
			<description>Short and to the point</description>
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			<title>Surprises</title>
			<description>Mallia was slowly pulled from her dreams as sunlight poured into her room. She sat up slowly in her bed, and stretched comfortably. She smiled as she recalled to memory the dream that had played out in her sleeping mind. Calbine played his part in it, as usual, but he was different. He was softer an..</description>
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			<title>NO!</title>
			<description>The chirping of crickets and other night sounds chorused outside Mallia's bedroom. She sat on the cushioned benched in front of the bay window staring out at the moon and the tiny stars winking in the sky. Many thoughts and emotion filled her and made it difficult for her to sleep. Calbine had held ..</description>
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			<title>Destined Lovers</title>
			<description>Mallia awoke to sunlight filtering through the curtains over the large bay window. She lay in bed for a little longer wondering if what had happened last night was a dream. It was hard to tell but there would be only one way to know for sure and that would be to wait until that night. She threw back..</description>
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			<title>Attractions</title>
			<description>A town laid nestled in the hills a small ways outside the manor gate, well small to Calbine, to others it was a three days ride on a good, fast horse. Calbine prowled the back alleys of the small town. He shifted in and out of the light cast by the dimly glowing candle street lamps, blending into th..</description>
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			<title>Confrontation</title>
			<description>Four days, He thought. She had been in his manor for neigh but four days and already the dreary place seemed alive. The candles burned brighter, the furniture became softer, the very house seemed to change to accommodate her presence.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbs..</description>
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			<title>A Friend</title>
			<description>When Mallia woke up the water in the tub had grown cold. She climbed out the tub and wrapped herself in a soft towel. She returned to her room, and looked for the clothes she had worn yesterday. She rummaged through the room but couldn&amp;rsquo;t find them. She finally turned to the armoire. Inside she..</description>
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			<title>Contempt</title>
			<description>&amp;ldquo;Madam?&amp;hellip; Madam! &amp;lsquo;Tis time for you to awaken, madam.&amp;rdquo;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Her eyes opened slowly as she sat up in the large bed.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;n..</description>
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			<title>Accusations</title>
			<description>The light of the full moon bathed the clearing in a silver glow. A stream flowed into the clearing and filled a small pond in the middle. The dense forest surrounding it was filled with a vast variety of pines. The pines broke in two places, one for the stream to feed the pond, and another on the op..</description>
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			<title>The Hunt For Love</title>
			<description>	When hunger and desire meet in the corridors of an ancient manor a love stronger then death sparks. 
  Mallia, a nineteen year old witch running from those who would see her burned alive she runs ito the forest and becomes lost. Calbine, a three-hundred</description>
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			<title>How Could You?</title>
			<description>How could you?I trusted you to be there;When I didn't know what to do.I trusted you to keep;My secrets and to pull me through.Beyond all else you were;My friend, but you were never true.You threatened me and;Those I love if I didn't do;What you want me to.But I said no to you;A..</description>
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			<title>For Love</title>
			<description>Here before you I stand;Opening up, putting my heart within your hand.I look to you for joy and guidance;You give it to me full, without a sideways glance.I see within you who I want to be;And you, in turn, see me, truly me.I cannot tell how much I love you;For no words will ever ring ..</description>
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			<title>Darkness</title>
			<description>In the deepest darkness; our true selves can be found.So lock the door my pet;Turn out the light and don't make a sound.Are you sure you wish to know;The truth about who you are?Can you handle seeing your soul;That small, fading star?In the deepest darkness,Hides the secrets of whi..</description>
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			<title>A Sight Well Seen</title>
			<description>Upon the timeless mountain top; I found a gem that made me stop.Within the mountains highest mound;There is a treasure to be found.It's beauty is beyond compare;A better sight I know not where.Hills of white;Valleys of green.A mist so light;Hiding things unseen.A pack breaks thro..</description>
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			<title>3. Zeik</title>
			<description>&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; The ride home on the bus was pure torture. She, sat a few seats away and each time the bus stopped, her scent was thrown up to the front seats making me lose track of what I was saying. Eventually I stopped ta..</description>
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			<title>2. Richard</title>
			<description>2. Richard&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; The snow swirled around my window dotting little flecks of white on the pane. My breath left no mark on the freezing glass as it once did. I was already dressed in what I was going to wear that day..</description>
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			<title>1. Callign</title>
			<description>&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; I slowly regained consciousness and looked up to find wooden support beams instead of the textured roof I was used to. I shot up in my bed thinking that I had been kidnapped during the night, until I remembere..</description>
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			<title>Children of Nox</title>
			<description>A hundred years has passed since Nox, Goddess of the Night and mother to its lonely creatures the vampyres and werewolves, returned to her children. It is thought that she may never return when a young Miami girl is brought to Ophiem Montana and is up for</description>
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			<title>Bent to Breaking</title>
			<description>&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; All the windows glowed in the light of numerous candles as Fanira&amp;rsquo;s mother bustled around inside the house (no doubt worrying herself into the grave over Fanira&amp;rsquo;s late return). Fanira paused outsid..</description>
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			<title>Afraid to Know</title>
			<description>&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; The wind swept up from the village to the tops of the snow capped mountains surrounding it. The wind brought with it the scent of wood fires and a warm draft that washed over Fanira as she sat on a snow covere..</description>
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			<title>Prolugue</title>
			<description>&amp;nbsp;Talon awakened with a tumbling wave of awareness that spilled over the lands. A young dragon has been Awakened. This one is her, no other Awakening can be this strong, she has even stirred the dragon in me. He felt the dragon within him scraping at his human form. His human self roared with ..</description>
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			<title>The Dragon's Eye</title>
			<description>Fanira a strong and capable woman is the only one in her village who can enter the Pass and return alive. For this she is an outcast. On a night when she has a fight with her mother (the last of many) the old village magick user, Witch Hazel, &amp;quot;kidnap</description>
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			<title>Dancer of Swords</title>
			<description>Akeria is born into a world that does not accept her. She struggles to find her place in her village of Netelly while still keeping her one great love, the sword. She practices her sword play secretly, but when she is found out she is banished to the outs</description>
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