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			<title>God</title>
			<description>My Faith</description>
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			<title>Amy Synphobis : Return to TelaTerra - Chapter 1</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; Hi, my name is Amy Synphobis, I am&amp;nbsp; twelve, almost thirteen years old, and I couldn&amp;rsquo;t sleep, I had never liked the last day of school at Turtle Elementary. The last day of school, everybody has to r..</description>
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			<title>Amy Synphobis : Return to TelaTerra</title>
			<description>This book is about a girl who is very special............She's not from this world. She's from TelaTerra (It means far away land in Latin). But she doesn't know it. With the help of her brother she will set out on a quest to find where she belongs.</description>
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			<title>Chapter Two</title>
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			<title>Chapter One</title>
			<description>&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Was I asleep, or was I awake? Or was I DEAD?!?!?!?! Right now, I couldn't tell. I was in a small room, maybe five feet wide, and seven feet tall. My sleek blond hair was dirty and grimy, and my blue eyes were full of dust, my face was dirt..</description>
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			<title> I can't think of a title right now. Sorry.</title>
			<description>This is a book about a girl. Her name is Samantha Angela Jane Dobrin. But people just called her Samantha.
She has sleek brown hair, and blue eyes. She is 13 years old. And  her story is about to begin.</description>
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			<title>Chapter Three</title>
			<description>Silence was the only sound for many miles. My hart was pounding in my chest. And my head was spinnig. I thought I had just gotten used to who I was. But now, I guess everybody but me know's who I am. My dad finally broke the everlasting silence by speaking. &amp;quot;Taylor, I know this is going to be a..</description>
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			<title>The Dark Island</title>
			<description>Far in the ocean there is an island of darkness,

darkness that overcomes you if you draw near.

A dark so powerful you almost feel lifeless,

a darkness that overcomes you with fear.

But in the darkness, their is a light that seems timeless,

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			<title>Chapter Two</title>
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			<title>Chapter One</title>
			<description>&amp;nbsp;&amp;quot;Wake up, wake up&amp;quot; Sammy was screaming in my ear &amp;quot;We're gonna be late, we're gonna be late!&amp;quot; DO YOU HAVE TO SCREAM EVERYTHING? Are the words I desperately wanted to yell at her. Instead, I got up and dressed in time for breakfast. &amp;quot;Good morning my oldest child.&amp;quot; M..</description>
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			<title>The Chosen Leader</title>
			<description>This is a Fantasy Book . You can read some of the chapters if you want.</description>
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