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		<description>The original writings of author Styna</description>
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			<title>1</title>
			<description>He stood in the center of the crossroads, breath casting a white cloud against the cold night air. There were no street lights, no buildings, and no headlights for miles, except those from his own car, which were illuminating the intersection. He glanced off into the trees, where his buddies faces w..</description>
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			<title>The Dealmakers Saga: Lucy</title>
			<description>Lucy has been making crossroads deals for 3,000 years, and is tired of the job. But when she makes a deal that sets an age-old prophecy into motion, life in the othernatural will never be the same.</description>
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			<title>Now available on Amazon</title>
			<description>The Energy Room is now available on Amazon for Kindle, as well as in paperback.http://www.amazon.com/The-Energy-Room-ebook/dp/B00DN7P03O/ref=sr_1_1?s=digital-text&amp;amp;ie=UTF8&amp;amp;qid=1372308819&amp;amp;sr=1-1&amp;amp;keywords=the+energy+room</description>
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			<title>Chapter 14: In Honor of Angela Dawson</title>
			<description>I hadn&amp;rsquo;t slept. Ihad spent the entire night sitting on the edge of my bed, alternatingbetween sobbing violently, and mumbling to myself angrily. All hopeof having a normal friendship with Eric had been eradicated. I wasn&amp;rsquo;treally experienced in the subject, but it seemed improba..</description>
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			<title>Chapter 13: Surprise, Darling</title>
			<description>Though theconversation in the Room the night before had instilled worry in theback of my mind, I awoke slightly excited to have breakfast with Al.I was having trouble deciding if my eagerness was based on the chancethat he could have somehow been linked to my kind, or if I wasgenuinely l..</description>
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			<title>Chapter 12: Shrinking Affection</title>
			<description>I couldn&amp;rsquo;t helpbut stare at Al&amp;rsquo;s face. Even with my healing abilities, it wasmiraculous that he had almost completely recovered from his burns injust a couple days. All the pinkish color of new skin had completelyleft him. His eyebrows and hair had even started to grow back.A..</description>
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			<title>Chapter 11: Jealous Little Hamster, pt. 2</title>
			<description>I rehearsed ourfuture conversation in my head, tapping my fingernails against therailing of the elevator as it steadily carried me down to TheVillage. I would knock on Eric&amp;rsquo;s door, and tell him we needed totalk. I would tell him I was sorry for being pissy with him. I wouldexplain ..</description>
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			<title>Chapter 10: Lava</title>
			<description>I fell quickly intoa deep slumber. I was grateful to see two of the other five seatsoccupied in the grand white room. My hopeful glances rapidlydetermined that Lakin was still avoiding talking to me.Bryant and Nadiaswiftly scooted their chairs next to mine, detecting the massiveamounts..</description>
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			<title>Chapter 9: Burning</title>
			<description>I walked slowly tothe elevator at the end of the hall, unable to erase Lakin from mymind. I had eventually been able to talk to everyone in the Roomabout the fiasco, but very little was made in the way of progress.Lyla had given a thoughtless &amp;lsquo;you go, girl!&amp;rsquo; when she witnessed..</description>
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			<title>Chapter 8: Wardrobe Malfunction</title>
			<description>It had beenapproximately seventy-two hours since I last slept. I kept myselflocked up in my apartment, avoiding everyone in the real world aswell as in my dreams. I stared at myself in the mirror, prodding atthe dark shadows which had taken up residency beneath my eyes. Thefirst thirty-s..</description>
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			<title>Chapter 7: Jealous Little Hamster</title>
			<description>I awoke to the soundof loud knocking at my door, feeling far less rested than usual. Thediscussion in the Energy Room had not gone at all like I hadimagined. Lakin had suggested I was just being paranoid, and that Iought to let things be. Maybe I was being paranoid, but Iwasn&amp;rsquo;t goi..</description>
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			<title>Chapter 6: Butterflies and Cockroaches</title>
			<description>Iwelcomed sleep to drift me off into the familiar whiteness. I wasrelieved to see all of the seats occupied by friendly faces. Sittingdirectly across from me in the orange chair, was Lakin. My entirebody immediately relaxed at the sight of him. Adoring blue eyes gazedat me from behind tu..</description>
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			<title>Chapter 5: Sweet Dreams, Angela Dawson</title>
			<description>Ihad not found any solace in pondering the possible outcomes of Al&amp;rsquo;sdecision. If he had decided to leave, it seemed improbable that theywould let someone who had just witnessed one of the world&amp;rsquo;s bestkept secrets back into the public.Inever knew, for sure, what happened to ..</description>
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			<title>Blurb</title>
			<description>	Angela Dawson has been raised in the captivity of a government Facility for as long as she could remember. Though she is able to manipulate elements, The Facility quickly developed a means of preventing her from using her abilities outside of working hours, after her first failed escape attempt as ..</description>
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			<title>Chapter 4: Infinite Whiteness</title>
			<description>Infinitewhiteness was all that surrounded me, but it lacked the feeling ofconstraint associated with the walls of The Facility. It was warm andwelcoming, almost shielding in nature; I was home.Myentire being was engulfed by the comfort of an oversized blue chair.If I could do nothing b..</description>
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			<title>Chapter 3: Adolescent Rascality</title>
			<description>Iwasn&amp;rsquo;t at all sure what to say to Eric. Part of me wanted to slaphim in the face, another part of me wanted to hug him. Some smallpart of me desperately wanted to start singing show tunes, but I wasusually able to suppress those feelings. I ended up making what wasprobably one of ..</description>
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			<title>Chapter 2: Airborne Anti-Psychotics</title>
			<description>Iscraped the remainders of my food into a bin marked 'compost', andplaced the dirty tray on the designated metal rack. Al followed mylead, but I could tell he was distracted, trying to dissect thequestion I had asked. It wasn&amp;rsquo;t like it was some huge mystery tofigure out. &amp;lsquo;Do ..</description>
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			<title>Chapter 1: Monsters, Shackles, and Pancakes</title>
			<description>The first chapter of my first novel.</description>
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			<title>The Energy Room</title>
			<description>What good is control of the elements when you are controlled by someone else?
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