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		<description>The original writings of author Lady</description>
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			<title>Chapter Nine</title>
			<description>&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; It wasn&amp;rsquo;t thisnight&amp;rsquo;s round of twisted shrieks or echoing cries that had his skin eruptingwith prickling chills. He and his people had heard all that before, learnedtheir lesson well hundreds of years ago when their ancestors first settled onthe..</description>
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			<title>Chapter Eight</title>
			<description>&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;ldquo;Lift her from theground,&amp;rdquo; ordered Jake. &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; She heard themclosing in on her, a cluster of footsteps crunching heavily through the thicksnow, then there were the icy hands and their digging fingers that grabbed ather arms, hoistin..</description>
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			<title>Chapter Seven</title>
			<description>&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; From afar she couldhear a faint sound that echoed as its volume increased - a dog barking in thedistance. &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Why does this seemfamiliar? She thought to herself.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Bit by..</description>
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			<title>Chapter Six</title>
			<description>&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; With her back pressedagainst a pine, Lady Leon whispered softly to her sleeping child, &quot;I wontlet them touch you. They&amp;rsquo;ll have to kill me first&amp;hellip;&quot;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; She kept an activelookout in every direction. Something sti..</description>
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			<title>Chapter Five</title>
			<description>&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Wild visions flashedbefore Ellie as she ventured through Ayos's short-term memory pocket, pausing as shefound him spotting the coach just as it entered the empty clearing.&amp;nbsp;It jerked to a halt,and soon after the woman came into view as she climbed out of ..</description>
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			<title>Chapter Four</title>
			<description>&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;ldquo;Damned fool&amp;hellip;&amp;rdquo; SaidAyos, a filthy man, wrenching his blade from the head of the lifeless coachman.&amp;ldquo;Has anyone found anything worth mentioning to the general?&amp;rdquo; He glanced around,surveying his small group of men as they investigat..</description>
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			<title>Chapter Three</title>
			<description>&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;Unable to break freefrom her mental paralysis, she remained there, a pale figure dressed formourning, enclosed by the icy giants she and her husband had long ago sworn toprotect - the trees. All that remained possible was an attempt to regainbreath, and a frantic tur..</description>
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			<title>Chapter Two</title>
			<description>Mysterious orange glows appear within the thicket of the forest, leaving Lady Leon to believe that they may no longer be alone, and that their chance for escape may be over.</description>
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			<title>Part One: A Grave Beginning - Chapter One</title>
			<description>Lady Leon experiences a vivid and horrifying dream that describes both her painful past and motive for escape.</description>
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			<title>Prologue</title>
			<description>A mother and her child are trying to escape in order to save their lives. The coach that carries them, heads for the concealment of the forest. </description>
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			<title>Foolish Girl</title>
			<description>By: Fabian G. Franklin &amp;amp; Lady&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;With her head in hands; frozen still, she criedAllowing the world to selfishly pass her byIn a brave moment she tearfully glanced aroundHer blurred vision tortured by what she foundHer world lie broken; her hopes a heap of ashWaves of fear..</description>
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			<title>Thriving amongst contradiction</title>
			<description>&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; He stood there before them, motionless. With tightened fists, he glanced towards the dreary sky, cursing softly as time seemed to spill through his fingers like sand.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; What have I done to deserve this&amp;hellip;? Look at them and tell me&amp;hell..</description>
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			<title>The Red Forest</title>
			<description>A novel of war, horrific sightings, betrayal, imaginative beings, and true love.</description>
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