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			<title>3</title>
			<description>&amp;nbsp;Evelyn touched the soft twirl of her curl self consciously before pulling the hood conspiratorially over her head. She looked around in caution, expecting to find her father&amp;rsquo;s fearsome scowl frowning down at her early departure. Already he had enquired as to her destination in the wee ..</description>
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			<title>1 - 2</title>
			<description>PROLOUGE&amp;nbsp;Evelyn Cronus watched in ill-hidden curiosity as her mother stood arms length from her father in the study. From her perch behind the door she could clearly see the shine of Amanda&amp;rsquo;s silver tresses in the moonlight enhanced by the glimmering folds of pale satin she was encase..</description>
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			<title>Chronicles of Cronus - Evelyn</title>
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			<title>Chapter 1</title>
			<description>Shanna was afraid.She was afraid of the panic she felt because any other lady would be elated, anxious or even happy. She was afraid of the fact that she would have to stay in this place, a small corner tucked so very far from London. She was afraid of the unknown, of the possibility that her husb..</description>
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			<title>The Beast of Blackstone</title>
			<description>&amp;quot;...the impression one gets when enlightened about you is not one of courtship. It is one of predator and prey. You, of course, are the predator.&amp;quot;
&amp;quot;And you are the prey?&amp;quot;
&amp;quot;I would not allow myself to be devoured. You would spit</description>
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