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			<title>Caught on the Blade's Edge</title>
			<description>&amp;ldquo;To me, men! TO ME!&amp;rdquo;&amp;nbsp;Efstany heard Lord Jitirj&amp;rsquo;s call to arms through the open window. He didn&amp;rsquo;t care. There were no men in this mansion that could stand against the Flaenes, save Lord Jitirj himself.&amp;ldquo;Another one,&amp;rdquo; Diksala said beside him. &amp;..</description>
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			<title>Chapter VII</title>
			<description>Sweat. Apprehension. Terror. Screams.&amp;nbsp;Nothing had changed. I doubt anything in military medicine will.I walked through the rows of beds, taking care not to look at any of the patients. They hated the looks of revulsion that inevitably crossed passerby&amp;rsquo;s faces- they&amp;rsquo..</description>
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			<title>Chapter VI</title>
			<description>And so it went on like that, taking Reclamations as Simun healed. It was strange, really, following our normal steps with such strangeness as what had happened. I even managed to see Hym laugh and smile a few times, which truly unnerved me. I knew he could kill, yes- I&amp;rsquo;d witnessed ..</description>
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			<title>Chapter V</title>
			<description>&amp;ldquo;So let me get this straight,&amp;rdquo; I snapped, pacing around the small space in our tent. &amp;ldquo;You were practicing your abilities out in the open, and when Travyn came out to squeeze the snake he saw you and started to sound an alert?&amp;rdquo;Hym nodded, his face still white.&amp;ld..</description>
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			<title>Chapter IV</title>
			<description>Your father never told you much about our camp, did he?&amp;ldquo;No, he didn&amp;rsquo;t. I mean, we never spoke that much anyway&amp;hellip;&amp;rdquo;No matter- I can remember for the both of us. He laughs. I suppose I must try not to overdo it. Thirty years makes things much bigger in my..</description>
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			<title>The First Line (Teaser)</title>
			<description>Opening his eyes had never felt so extraordinary.</description>
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			<title>Ghost in the Machine</title>
			<description>The novel expansion of my short story &quot;As The Gears Turn&quot;</description>
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			<title>Chapter III</title>
			<description>I thought I understood Hym&amp;rsquo;s emotions at this point. I thought that I understood what he felt when he saw Simun and his actions. Hym had been born a Duster, which had sentenced him to a life of loneliness and hiding. To see another was to be given a reprieve that none thought e..</description>
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			<title>Chapter II</title>
			<description>Dust spun around our feet as we returned to camp with triumph in our hearts and our step. At least, most of us felt that way. Hym walked with his eyes downcast, his feet shuffling. He kept muttering to himself, what it was I don&amp;rsquo;t know. I was too focused on the glory of, not only a Reclamation..</description>
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			<title>Chapter I</title>
			<description>The beginning of my new book!</description>
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			<title>Reflections</title>
			<description>&amp;ldquo;Well,&amp;rdquo; Plod said, standing from his kneeling position, &amp;ldquo;that was very interesting, scrub.&amp;rdquo; He cocked an eyebrow. &amp;ldquo;But what was the point?&amp;rdquo;&amp;ldquo;What was the point?&amp;rdquo; Inalla scoffed, still fascinated by the ceremony. &amp;ldquo;The new Harvester King got coronat..</description>
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			<title>The Eye of the Storm</title>
			<description>Vixin shivered as they passed through the gates of Yijiiru and the stench of a thousand corpses assailed his nose. He desperately tried to block it out with his sleeve, but it was to no avail. The smell seemed to permeate through every structure, every object in these disgusting streets. Brown waste..</description>
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			<title>Memories Surface</title>
			<description>&amp;ldquo;My lord, if I had known that our journey to Junar would require riding for weeks on horseback,&amp;rdquo; Vixin said breathlessly behind Gestarin. &amp;ldquo;I&amp;rsquo;m not entirely sure I would have chosen to accompany you.&amp;rdquo;&amp;ldquo;Oh come now, Viceroy.&amp;rdquo; Gestarin called back as Roughdasher..</description>
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			<title>A Brother's Keeper</title>
			<description>Kiinrin grew more and more worried as the day wore on and Jiriinii remained unconscious. For the first few hours, he had thought it was simply fatigue and shock. One day of rest might not have been enough to purge all the fear from her system. As time passed, and she still did not awake, he began to..</description>
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			<title>Under the Wood</title>
			<description>Jiriinii awoke when the alarms stopped. She had begun to get used to the shrill ringing and had went back to sleep only a few minutes after it started. She had been so tired that she had not cared what the alarms were ringing for; all she cared about and thought about was returning to the blissful s..</description>
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			<title>Alarum and Altruism</title>
			<description>&amp;ldquo;My name is Master Vilvaga.&amp;rdquo; The intimidating Jod boomed as the initiates listened intently. Though they had been told that they would not be required to kneel before anyone, they had the intense desire at this moment to cower before this giant man. Despite his simple white robe and hair..</description>
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			<title>Above It All</title>
			<description>Kiinrin shivered and shook as Vilkanai carried him far above the countryside, the rolling plains of Glausiania transforming into the Quasexan Barrens as they flew. The air was much colder up here; the doublet and tunic that had been sufficient while in Glausiania quickly proved to give him no warmth..</description>
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			<title>The Greater Good</title>
			<description>&amp;ldquo;I had thought those charges had been repealed.&amp;rdquo; Gestarin continued.&amp;ldquo;They have been, your majesty.&amp;rdquo; Vixin said, nodding once. &amp;ldquo;But only in the legal form. According to my people, I am a murderer of the worst kind. A few still even expect me to be Harvested at a moment&amp;r..</description>
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			<title>The Price of Deeds</title>
			<description>Radiran Yrinsson grunted as the needle poked through his skin, drawn by the lithe hand of his wife. He bit his tongue as she pulled the sinew through, and he tasted the blood in his mouth.&amp;ldquo;Could you be a mite more careful?&amp;rdquo; He asked, teeth clenched.&amp;ldquo;If you promise you will be more ..</description>
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			<title>As the Gears Turn</title>
			<description>The only story you'll find about Medieval Robots.</description>
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			<title>Epilogue</title>
			<description>The God formerly known as Efstany stood once again on the hills of Matrikai, observing the royal palace. Only, this time, he had no need for Falconeyes to grant him sight. The Void and the Aether did that for him.My, my. He thought to himself with a smile. The chosen have certainly done well for the..</description>
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			<title>Aio</title>
			<description>Gestarin&amp;rsquo;s eyes flew open.. He sat up and rubbed his eyes, the harsh light of a sunrise piercing his eyes. Where was he? The last thing he remembered was a forest.&amp;ldquo;Well.&amp;rdquo; Vixin&amp;rsquo;s familiar voice said slowly. &amp;ldquo;That was all very interesting.&amp;rdquo;Gestarin finally managed ..</description>
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			<title>The Sting and the Comfort</title>
			<description>Perhaps it was from her mind being slightly asleep, but Jiriinii thought it merely strange to wake up in bed with a man. Her mind was dull as she woke, and so the shock never fully had time to register immediately. And so it was that, through bleary eyes, she saw her arm wrapped around a handsome, s..</description>
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			<title>The Weakness of a Mind</title>
			<description>It wasn&amp;rsquo;t the screams that woke Kiinrin, and nor was it the noxious smell of human excretions. The thing that woke him was something he had never heard before, something that chilled his blood and caused him to sit up instantly in a cold sweat. Kiinrin was awoken by the hysterical laughter of ..</description>
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			<title>Perfect Control</title>
			<description>&amp;ldquo;Yes, quite.&amp;rdquo; A sneering voice said. &amp;ldquo;I don&amp;rsquo;t think it would be at all possible for anyone not to appreciate this wine. It&amp;rsquo;s sharp, sensual.&amp;rdquo; Vixin heard the sound of licking lips. &amp;ldquo;Perfect.&amp;rdquo;&amp;ldquo;Oh come now, Nyxiv.&amp;rdquo; Another, bored voice protes..</description>
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			<title>Into the Black</title>
			<description>The Void had grown much in the time that they had spent chasing after Yrit. The earthquake that had heralded it&amp;rsquo;s explosion in size had stopped hours ago, but the growth of the Void had not. It had continued to expand, edging slowly toward the gates of Matrikai. It was less than a mile away no..</description>
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			<title>The Streets</title>
			<description>Falling wasn&amp;rsquo;t something Gestarin was accustomed to. He hadn&amp;rsquo;t had the occasion to fall off of a cliff, or be thrown from his horse. On this occasion he found the sensation rather calming. It was quite serene to feel nothing holding him up and the wind rushing in his ears.It was hitting ..</description>
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			<title>The Faith of the Wicked</title>
			<description>When hired assassins don&amp;rsquo;t return, it generally causes fear in the heart of their employer. Highking Yrit was just beginning to understand this as he paced nervously around his private chambers. Jifriir looked on with no emotion, hands clasped dutifully behind his back.&amp;ldquo;Are you alright, ..</description>
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			<title>The Ultimate Price</title>
			<description>&amp;ldquo;At least it&amp;rsquo;s something that you&amp;rsquo;re used to.&amp;rdquo; Vixin laughed awkwardly as Gestarin stared at the corpses on the ground. &amp;ldquo;People seem to try to kill you every day.&amp;rdquo;&amp;ldquo;I&amp;rsquo;m not sure that&amp;rsquo;s a comfort.&amp;rdquo; Kiinrin said slowly, his arms still around I..</description>
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			<title>Out of the Cave</title>
			<description>Surely the strangest thing about this situation, Jiriinii thought, was how completely and utterly indifferent the Flen was about everything. Her father sat almost completely immovable in his chair, eyes wide and jaw completely loose. Kiinrin kept looking back and forth between the perfect Iniriija a..</description>
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			<title>Hym Teaser!</title>
			<description>A teaser for my new book!</description>
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			<title>Hym</title>
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			<title>A Den of Thieves</title>
			<description>&amp;ldquo;Father, are you alright?&amp;rdquo; Kiinrin asked as he set his father down on the dusty cobblestone in front of the palace. &amp;ldquo;You look&amp;hellip;&amp;rdquo;&amp;ldquo;Confused?&amp;rdquo; Gestarin laughed ruefully. &amp;ldquo;That&amp;rsquo;s because I am. There are simply too many things for me to take in.&amp;rdquo..</description>
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			<title>The Snake and the Spider</title>
			<description>Yrit Yvilirin was a man of many names. One had been given to him at the moment of his birth, bestowed upon him moments before his beautiful mother passed away. Finaril Lyxiv lived only for a few years before he was abandoned. Another he had taken up as a young man on the streets of Xexera. That part..</description>
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			<title>A Crossroad</title>
			<description>The cell resembled the Void in many ways, but Efstany was glad that he was still able to retain his sense of individuality. No matter how much the ceiling dripped, or the mold stank, or the rats skittered, he would always be Efstany.But, then, who was Efstany?The memories had started to return in th..</description>
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			<title>Chains of a Diffrent Kind</title>
			<description>Radiran thought it quite strange that he wasn&amp;rsquo;t dead.Then, of course, he thought it strange that he found his new life unusual. The last thing he could remember was&amp;hellip; he wasn&amp;rsquo;t sure. His life before the Void was foggy, like a dream that was just barely beyond his reach. His mind co..</description>
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			<title>The Cup</title>
			<description>&amp;ldquo;O my Father, if it be possible, let this cup pass from me&amp;rdquo; - Jesus Christ, Matthew 26:39As the rain pours down over Ethan&amp;rsquo;s threadbare raincoat it seeps into his dirty shirt, chilling him. He shivers in spite of himself; after living on the streets, he had thought he was immune to..</description>
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			<title>The Strength of a Mind</title>
			<description>Kiinrin lay in his bed, darkness surrounding him, listening to the voices that spun circles in his head. None of the other boys even noticed the distress he was in- they could not see his silent screams. They did not realize that the consciousness of uncounted souls resided in the mind of a twenty-y..</description>
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			<title>Blood in the Water</title>
			<description>&amp;ldquo;Now, which one of ye would be itchin&amp;rsquo; to match us?&amp;rdquo; The rogue Bloodwielder smiled, eying each of the members of the party in turn. &amp;ldquo;Come on, don&amp;rsquo;t be shy.&amp;rdquo;Vixin was as wary as a cornered cat, his hand itching to draw his Bloodblade and cut this man to ribbons. As..</description>
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			<title>Jirini Arisen</title>
			<description>Jiriinii sweated profusely as she parried another thrust from Nyrin. His heavy breathing made her smile as she swept her sabre in a wide arc meant to distract instead of attack. Nyrin blocked it easily, but before he could react, Jiriinii had sidled up to him with a dagger against his throat.&amp;ldquo;..</description>
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			<title>Knowledge and Power</title>
			<description>&amp;ldquo;What did she mean, the Aether is trying to kill me?&amp;rdquo; Jiriinii said as Kiinrin led her out of the Sower&amp;rsquo;s room, the room of the healers. &amp;ldquo;You expect me to know?&amp;rdquo; Kiinrin replied. &amp;ldquo;You do recall that we were both in the room when she told us, right? I heard the sam..</description>
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			<title>Subtle Justice</title>
			<description>Vixin stood in the corner of his room watching the Flen dress. It was a strange, surreal experience. The man moved slowly and unsurely, as if he only had a tenuous hold on reality. Even putting on a simple white shirt was difficult, and not just because of his emotional and mental stability. It was ..</description>
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			<title>The Bump in the Night</title>
			<description>Vixin sat uncomfortably in a serf tavern in some nameless village, scratching aimlessly at the fake beard that wrapped around his face and upper neck. He silently cursed his notoriety; too many people would be able to recognize his face from past Harvester bulletins. Such was the price of murdering ..</description>
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			<title>The Price of Learning</title>
			<description>&amp;ldquo;Excuse me?&amp;rdquo; Gestarin said in shock. Surely he had misheard. &amp;ldquo;The man was a what?&amp;rdquo;&amp;ldquo;A Harvester, your Majesty,&amp;rdquo; Vixin replied. &amp;ldquo;From one of the outer Junarian provinces. Though, admittedly, that doesn&amp;rsquo;t tell us much about who hired him. I heard him snea..</description>
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			<title>A Curse Among Blessings</title>
			<description>The sun was setting and day was beginning as Gestarin made his way through the streets.&amp;ldquo;Gestarin!&amp;rdquo; Riina shouted as her husband ran feverishly to greet her. She was already standing near the gates, her natural instincts having told her to follow the jubilant crowd. &amp;ldquo;What is happeni..</description>
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			<title>Blood of the Old, Blood of the New</title>
			<description>Most people would find it strange to see a heretic in the center of a church. The King of Glausiania, as much as he loathed it, disagreed.King Gestarin sighed and rubbed his eyes as he sat in the chapel, listening to some Harvester drone on about the Void and Aia and other nonsense. He greatly wishe..</description>
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			<title>Void</title>
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			<title>16</title>
			<description>Long live the king. - Hyperion&amp;ldquo;So, you&amp;rsquo;re telling me that you want to start a revolution?&amp;rdquo; Drake said to Hunt, stroking his chin at the thought. &amp;nbsp;&amp;ldquo;You realize that this isn&amp;rsquo;t going to be easy. &amp;nbsp;It&amp;rsquo;s not going to be a walk in the prison yard. This is goin..</description>
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			<title>15</title>
			<description>What kind of man suffers through all, only to fail?- Hercules Robert stood, rain pouring around him, soaking his clothes and dripping down his skin. He did not think, he did not move; he stood. He stood over the fallen body of his friend, the rain diluting the pool of blood that was forming. Terrenc..</description>
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			<title>14</title>
			<description>Robert Thurman is not known as the Pained God for nothing.- TlalocRobert sat in the guard lounge, blankly staring at the grey walls as Hunt tapped his fingers against the coffee table. He didn&amp;rsquo;t respond to the noise, and it obviously irritated Hunt.&amp;ldquo;Mr. Thurman, this is not the moment to..</description>
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