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		<description>The original writings of author B.C. Luna</description>
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			<title>Chapter Nine</title>
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			<title>Chapter Eight</title>
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			<title>Chapter Seven</title>
			<description>  Her muscles ached. Burning and freezing in unison. Though she drifted in and out on consciousness, Thalia felt dead.  Even motionless, she could feel her body twitching slightly. Everything constricting.  Moments seemed to pass by as she struggled to gain control of her body. 'Move! Move!' She..</description>
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			<title>Chapter Six</title>
			<description>  Her fever had drastically decreased. And suddenly, Thalia' s ever feint heartbeat, increased in speed. The sound so close to the melody of a drumming song.  When midnight came, Luccas did as that mysterious man said. Place the chain around Thalia' s neck. The only thing that recided, was a long ..</description>
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			<title>Chapter Five</title>
			<description>  It seemed Thalia had been asleep for so long. Stuck in a dreamland of he'll. Everything she had once feared, took so many centuries to forget. To never feel fear or any emotion again. That had torn her soul out. Or parts anyway. Friends she had made over the hundreds of years, guarded them. Just i..</description>
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			<title>Chapter Four</title>
			<description>  Luccas was more than happy to keep that promise. Though it took all the strength he could sum up, he took the intruder down. Now that he was face to face, it was yet another man. A foolish man at that. Didn't he know, Luccas would stop at nothing to protect something that belonged to him..... Thal..</description>
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			<title>Chapter Three</title>
			<description>  Luccas couldn't believe it. Scarlet and Emily were actually forcing him to feed. &quot;What if I'm not hungry?&quot;  Scarlet eyed him precariously. Sized him up in a single glance, as if he were a piece of meat. &quot;As a soon to be mother&quot;  'Crap! Not this s**t again!' Luccas thought upon himself.  &quot;You..</description>
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			<title>Chapter Two</title>
			<description>  Thalia could feel an emptiness. Something was missing. Though there was a burning sensation growing in her chest and abdomen. She wanted to scream, but was unable to. There was nothing in her lungs. She was dead? Surely not. Emily would've taken up her duty, and brought her to heaven or hell. Most..</description>
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			<title>Chapter One</title>
			<description>  He kept the cold cloth to Thalia' s head, fighting back her blistering fever. Several days now, and she still had yet to awaken from their encounter with Cain. But he knew what others did not.  Lucas was there through it all with the Moonhawk woman. He had cradled Thalia during and after her tor..</description>
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			<title>Prologue</title>
			<description> Now I lay me down to sleep, I pray the lot my soul to keep. And if I should die before I wake, I pray the Lord my soul to take.  But if he rises before thy does, Then my heart would surely be gone.</description>
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			<title>Crisp</title>
			<description>She has just awoken into a world of blood. Chained to an Ancient Greece outcast, she has uncontrollable powers and anger. And now, lost from her dimensions, she is stuck in his world, bounded to lust</description>
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			<title>Humanity's Flaws</title>
			<description>is doesn't rhyme, but it's majorly just an outlook. It could possibly change how you see the world.</description>
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