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			<title>Chapter One: The Weeping Willow</title>
			<description>*Megan Azalea*	March 21st was the day of Aura&amp;rsquo;s 19th birthday.	March 25th was the day of the funeral of her partner and trainee, Kurai Darknight.	The day my partner and I, Link Michaels, learned of his death was in all actuality the same day it happened, or at the very least- the very next mor..</description>
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			<title>Prologue</title>
			<description>Prologue*From the Perspective of Megan Azalea*	The way I look at it, life is split into only two things. Life is broken up into what makes you, and what breaks you. Or at least, that was how I always wanted life to be. It almost seems like life would be too simple if that was all there was to it, wo..</description>
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			<title>Eye of the Slayer: Book Two</title>
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			<title>Chapter Twenty-Two: This is Where it Ends.</title>
			<description>	The scene is not what we would have imagined. I mean, this is supposed to be the most luxurious castle for the most powerful being that has ever lived in this plane of existed. We were sort of expecting grandiose and breath-taking. Not...dusty and drab. It just looks so...broken.	Dust covers a wrou..</description>
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			<title>Chapter Twenty-One: Like a Sock Full of Jingle Bells</title>
			<description>	I must have been stupid not to think of it before- stupid, or honestly a bit intimidated. Where would one go for information? The library. And what about when the library doesn&amp;rsquo;t have what you&amp;rsquo;re looking for? Quite simply- you go to a bigger library. And in Muortum, there is no bigger a..</description>
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			<title>Chapter Twenty: The Part That Still Lives</title>
			<description>	The door closes with a solid thud, a thud that brings with it an icy strained silence. You could pluck the tension in the air like a violin string. Neither of us says anything at first. Funny how sometimes silence can be the most soothing thing in the world, and at others it can cause such unease y..</description>
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			<title>Chapter Nineteen: Surprise!</title>
			<description>	&amp;ldquo;Aura, are you done in there yet&amp;hellip;?&amp;rdquo; Kurai knocks loudly on the bathroom door. I am looking at the mirror, my mouth wide open and my head angled so I can see the roof of my mouth as best as I can. I slept for two whole days upon returning from that mission, but it was a muddled sl..</description>
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			<title>Chapter Eighteen: We Take Children on a Field Trip to the Cemetery...</title>
			<description>	And find the children she did. She led me down the winding halls of the labyrinth-like hospital to a room located roughly in the center. And there were these &amp;ldquo;missing&amp;rdquo; children. They looked to be in some sort of comatose state- all of them strapped down to tables and completely unmoving..</description>
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			<title>Chapter Seventeen: Blood and Desperation. </title>
			<description>The dark doesn&amp;rsquo;t scare me, for I grew up in an eternal night. Whispers don&amp;rsquo;t scare me, for I have lived among a world of secrets. Pain doesn&amp;rsquo;t deter me, for I have known more hurt than many could even bear to fathom. I am not wary of loss- because I have already vowed to give away ..</description>
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			<title>Chapter Two: Responsibility and Morality, Choose One.</title>
			<description>		&amp;ldquo;The&amp;hellip;.truth?&amp;rdquo; I swallow, slowly stepping towards him. Why is the room so dark&amp;hellip;? Why does he have a video screen set up&amp;hellip;? Why is he staring at me like this&amp;hellip;? Like I am a wild animal&amp;hellip;.like he is almost...scared of me. Scared and hostile towards me&amp;helli..</description>
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			<title>Chapter One: A Positively Perfect Princess</title>
			<description>	&amp;ldquo;Astraea?&amp;rdquo; A soft voice pokes its way through the haze of sleep. I am vaguely aware of it, but I ignore it with the hopes that it will leave me alone should I not acknowledge its presence. But apparently, my agitator knows of this habit of mine.	&amp;ldquo;Astraea- get up already!&amp;rdquo; Th..</description>
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			<title>Prologue</title>
			<description>	How far would you go to change who you are? Not because other people wanted you to, but because you wanted to? To become the sort of person you never even knew you could be?	People think they know the truth; about me, about my father, about the Perspicacious and the Valorous (the intelligent and th..</description>
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			<title>Princess of the Beasts: The Truth That Destroys Everything</title>
			<description>Wren used to be a Princess to a prosperous kingdom- but when the truth is revealed it leads her on a quest she never could have thought possible...
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			<title>Chapter One: &amp;ldquo;Glettask Hjarta&amp;rdquo; (With Heart)</title>
			<description>We get a peek inside of the mind of Menskr's most intriguing thrall, Brynja Idunn.</description>
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			<title>Chapter One: The Day Fate Found ME</title>
			<description>*Adrian Riley O'Connell*	I was ten years old the day I met her, and it&amp;rsquo;s still as surreal to me today as it was then.	Let me start off by saying I was&amp;hellip;.a bit of a &amp;ldquo;bubble boy&amp;rdquo;, my mom always kept me indoors for fear of allergies I had never even been tested for, and my IQ wa..</description>
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			<title>Prologue: The Day I Found Fate.</title>
			<description>	On the day I met him, it was raining. And not just the namby-pamby sort of rain, I&amp;rsquo;m talking drenching-sheets-like-god-is-pissed-off-to-no-end-signature-Seattle-rain. I was young then, young on the outside- but I had grown up an incredible amount on the inside. I had to grow up fast- I didn&amp;r..</description>
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			<title>Not the Sharpest Knife...</title>
			<description>Well this is unexpected...</description>
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			<title>Chapter Five: When we meet a boy....</title>
			<description>	You can learn a lot in a library- particularly a library full of books you&amp;rsquo;ve never even heard of before, on subjects you could hardly even fathom.	I was really wishing I&amp;rsquo;d brought a paper bag to breathe into as I set foot in the shinily gilded and marble floored library of Camp Trilogy..</description>
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			<title>Chapter Four: The World Needs More Niceitude......and Yellow Jello.</title>
			<description>	It was yellow jello. Which is without a doubt the best kind of jello. And not just because it rhymes- though that does make a bit of a difference.	The dining hall is a long corridor, as grandiose and breath-taking as the rest of the palace-like estate, &amp;nbsp;and there there are no rules or signs th..</description>
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			<title>Chapter Three: Jello! My Only Weakness!!!!</title>
			<description>Annalise....just....Pure Annalise.</description>
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			<title>Prologue: &amp;ldquo;K&amp;uacute;pen&amp;eacute;&amp;rdquo; (Bought)</title>
			<description>Prologue: &amp;ldquo;K&amp;uacute;pen&amp;eacute;&amp;rdquo; (Bought)Udyr	The world is a cruel place. The world is not fair. The world will never be fair. The world will never see you as more than a puny ant.	I say this to all of the men I have ever been placed in charge of. Some refuse to believe it, refuse to tak..</description>
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			<title>Thrall</title>
			<description>A book centered on Vikings and norse culture, feel free to take a look....</description>
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			<title>The Ugly Silver Screen and the Reel that Never Changes</title>
			<description>A fairly long poem, like most of mine, but if you would take the time to read it I would appreciate it very much ^ ^</description>
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			<title>Chapter Sixteen: Mind Games</title>
			<description>	There&amp;rsquo;s actually a long list a places you shouldn&amp;rsquo;t take Megan. And each of those places has a fairly good reason behind it- so I&amp;rsquo;ll just go on and say the library is one of those places.Yeah, Megan, who likes fire, in a room full of flammable books, in a setting that requires pat..</description>
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			<title>Chapter Fifteen: Mortal Bonds</title>
			<description>Megan and I land, for lack of a better term, like total badasses. We&amp;rsquo;re used to being in sync, and my feet meet the ground only a few seconds before hers. I look back from my kneeling crouch to see the her red hair in her face as she grins, she landed on her knee with enough force to crack the..</description>
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			<title>Chapter Fourteen: Behind Goodbye</title>
			<description>A chapter with some humor, and yet some rather serious moments tied in. A turning point in the relationship of Aura and Kurai.</description>
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			<title>Chapter Thirteen: Drowning from the Inside.</title>
			<description>	Choices make a person. Experiences make a person. But what becomes of a person when they know not how to make their own choices? Because that is how I was raised- to do as I was taught, there was never a choice that had to be made. I just always&amp;hellip;.knew. I knew what was expected of me and what..</description>
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			<title>Chapter Twelve: Wasted all these Tears of Mine</title>
			<description>A lot of dialogue between Aura and Kurai, and it gets rather heated...</description>
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			<title>Chapter Eleven:The Day It All Changed.</title>
			<description>The charming tale of how Megan and Aura came to be, recounted by none other than Aurora Nightingale herself.</description>
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			<title>Blood on the Road</title>
			<description>Just looking for honest feedback on this essay I wrote for a contest concerning teenage texting and driving.</description>
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			<title>Chapter One:Say Goodbye.</title>
			<description>	I can remember that day far too clearly, so clearly its sharp edges threaten to slice the flesh of my mind. So clearly, that it scares me.	I awoke in my bed, a wine colored coverlet beneath my slim body, sticking to my back with the horrendous humidity of California. Darkened violet light filtered ..</description>
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			<title>Prologue: Puzzle Pieces</title>
			<description>	If I had to tell you precisely what led up the progression of events you are about to hear, It would be very hard to place. Blame? Well, I suppose we could blame a lot of people, and the people affected are not at all happy with the scapegoat the government has given us. But to say what caused it? ..</description>
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			<title>Before I Shatter</title>
			<description>A virtual reality tale of loss, desperation, motivation, possible stupidity, and incredible cute-ness. Hopefully a book all gamers will enjoy ^ ^</description>
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			<title>Nobody Sees</title>
			<description>The first poem I've written in a while, pardon if It be deemed suck-y. WARNING IN ADVANCE!- it Is quite long!</description>
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			<title>Chapter Ten: We are Tangled.</title>
			<description>	He just stares at me for the longest time, which I can certainly understand. He&amp;rsquo;s probably never seen someone rip off a demon&amp;rsquo;s head with a whip before. I shake the sizzling blood off of the heels of my boots as best as I can, the boots themselves are trashed. I&amp;rsquo;d say I have to ge..</description>
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			<title>Chapter Nine:Are You Afraid Of Me?</title>
			<description>(Warning:Very bloody and gruesome chapter- if you can not handle that sort of thing- skip this chapter. Please and thank you ^ ^)	I like to think of pain as simply a state of mind. Some say that pain is the body warning you, cautioning you that you are pushing yourself too hard- and maybe that too i..</description>
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			<title>Chapter Eight:Sometimes the Light of the Moon Never Comes....</title>
			<description>&amp;ldquo;The solution to every problem is patience and understanding&amp;rdquo;....Well, whatever idiot said that- I would sure like to give them a piece of my mind. I honestly cannot comprehend what flimsy pansy of a situation could ever be dissolved by using &amp;lsquo;patience and understanding&amp;rsquo;. Kur..</description>
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			<title>Chapter Seven:Falling in Darkness.</title>
			<description>	Have you ever had a moment of such complete and utter annoyance that you quite possibly feel like you may just want to drive a bullet through your skull? Like a mother who decides to take her child out into public and the little brat decides to screw everything up? And of course the mother would lo..</description>
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			<title>Chapter Six: Ice that Never Yields, A Winter that Will Never Fade...</title>
			<description>	Once again I am going to speak my mind, even if, in the long run, it will only cause me trouble. And so, here it is- Humans are unimaginative creatures. Even the most &amp;ldquo;creative&amp;rdquo; of them are just building off of things that already exist. It is an insult to watch their portrayals of what..</description>
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			<title>The Most Exciting-Terrifying-Super-Exstatic-Fun-arific-Ultra-Scary-Adventure</title>
			<description>	The world is meant to be fun. That&amp;rsquo;s the way I look at it. If you aren&amp;rsquo;t having fun, you would just be wasting your time, right? There&amp;rsquo;s no point in wasting your life doing things that don&amp;rsquo;t really make you happy- unless it hurts other people. Because that would be a no no, ..</description>
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			<title>A Demon's Masquerade...</title>
			<description>&amp;ldquo;Wear a Mask&amp;hellip;.&amp;rdquo;They say.&amp;ldquo;Wear a Mask&amp;hellip;.&amp;rdquo;They tell me.&amp;ldquo;Wear a mask, for at the stroke of midnight-You will let them see who you really are.&amp;rdquo;But the swirling colors,The beautiful chaos,The deadly sweet cold,The eerie eyes staring at you,Behind such beau..</description>
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			<title>The Song of the Nightingale Will Linger On.....</title>
			<description>	People love stories. Reading? Maybe not particularly so, but everyone loves a good story. What mother has never read to her children at night? Tucking their little bodies under the covers, giving their little minds a sweet blissful world, if only for a lingering moment, in the hopes that it can fen..</description>
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			<title>Chapter Five:That is Exactly What I am Implying.</title>
			<description>	&amp;ldquo;When do we start phase two?&amp;rdquo; Kurai pants, having just run about 4.5miles around the track giving me a piggyback ride, I&amp;rsquo;d say he has a decent excuse for panting. Usually I would do all of the workouts with him, but today&amp;rsquo;s session was an exception. Today&amp;rsquo;s lesson was ..</description>
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			<title>Chapter Four: Violence is absolutely, 100%, ALWAYS the answer for everything.</title>
			<description>	And this is where it starts to get strange, because I&amp;rsquo;m not sure wether I should cover that awkward and abrupt period of time where we went to the first district Capital together (in lapsing stages of arguing and then brooding silence the whole way) and moved in together (an even more awkward..</description>
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			<title>Chapter Three:The Feeling is Mutual.</title>
			<description>	Well, as it would turn out, he didn&amp;rsquo;t break his neck that day. But he was very huffy and incredulous that I&amp;rsquo;d actually push him such a distance and then just walk so calmly after him. What, did he expect me to run? I don&amp;rsquo;t run for people I don&amp;rsquo;t care about. And besides, if h..</description>
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			<title>Chapter Two: What the Duck?</title>
			<description>		Nothing compares to winter in Muortum. It is a beautiful thing. At least, to me it is. The way the snow glistens under the steady heel of your boot as you march ever onward, the way it glints against the pale moonlight, the bare trees whose branches stretch towards you like an anguished corpse&amp;rsq..</description>
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			<title>Chapter One: An Aura of Darkness.....</title>
			<description>	Nobody could really tell you when Muortum was created, or when it&amp;rsquo;s existence began. It&amp;rsquo;s a bit difficult to put a date on something like that, isn&amp;rsquo;t it? Could you tell me the exact date earth was created? Of course not, because time in itself did not exist then. A difficult conce..</description>
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			<title>Prologue: Define 'Nor-mal'</title>
			<description>	The world is divided into only two things, and after time, you will see that what I am saying is true; &amp;nbsp;The world is divided into what we can see, and what we cannot. 	On the side of what we can see- there is light, life, nature, sun- day. Day is what people see. Day is the realm where everyth..</description>
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			<title>Eye of The Slayer- Book One</title>
			<description>In a world that is the opposite of everything we know, a story unfolds in the darkness and mystery between two opposing sides; in a realm where there is no certain &quot;good&quot; and &quot;evil&quot;...</description>
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			<title>Chapter Seven: You Will Never Take My Soul.</title>
			<description>	Sometimes it&amp;rsquo;s hard to walk away, and this was one of those times. Everyone always says that I have such a hard exterior- but maybe they should stop and consider what would happen if I didn&amp;rsquo;t. If I was anyone else, If I was different- I don&amp;rsquo;t think I would be able to handle a life..</description>
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