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			<title>X. Raine</title>
			<description>X. RaineYear: 643ALD	Fingers of &amp;nbsp;morning sunlight crept slowly over the bed until Raine could no longer sleep. She lay awake thinking of Marcus and their wonderful time together the previous evening. He'd told her marvelous stories of his adventures in Sargossia, sailing in his father&amp;rsquo;s f..</description>
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			<title>IX. Kevyn</title>
			<description>IX. &amp;nbsp;KevynYear: 643ALD	Despite wearing several layers of clothing, Kevyn shivered as the wind whipped up around him. His destrier seemed oblivious to the cold as long jets of steam erupted from the horse&amp;rsquo;s nostrils. With a wool tunic under banded leather, under plate mail, under a fur clo..</description>
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			<title>VIII. The White Bear of Banesbridge</title>
			<description>VIII. The White Bear of BanesbridgeYear: 643ALD	Reaching for the wolf pelt cloak on the rack, Graham flung it around his shoulders. A bronze brooch fashioned into a bear shape served to keep the pelt cloak fastened around his collar. He straightened the cloak over his leather armor, giving himself a..</description>
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			<title>VII. Macknemir</title>
			<description>VII. MacknemirYear: 643ALD	The cold morning air felt like a slap in his face. The first fingers of daylight crawled over the camp, as droplets of dew accumulated over everything, leaving him wet and frigid. A blanket of smoke hovered in the air from the smoldering embers of last night&amp;rsquo;s fire a..</description>
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			<title>VI. Raine</title>
			<description>VI: RaineYear: 643 ALD	Twirling around in the mirror, she examined the gown. Sky blue velvet was one of the rarest fabrics, hand-woven and imported from Reysia. Golden lace trim ran the length of the sleeves and neckline, giving a regal look to the dress. &amp;ldquo;It&amp;rsquo;s a little tight around the ..</description>
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			<title>V. The Pretender</title>
			<description>V. The PretenderYear: 643ALD		Falling back into the chair as the washerwoman scrubbed the wine stains from the rug, exhaustion took hold. He fidgeted as the clip on his armor dug into his shoulder, making him arch his back slightly in hopes of finding a comfortable position. 	&amp;ldquo;Would m&amp;rsquo;lo..</description>
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			<title>IV. The Second Son</title>
			<description>IV. The Second SonYear: 643ALD	He approached the hall with caution. A subtle glance revealed his breeches to be unlaced, and he stopped to quickly tie them before proceeding.	With a little luck, Kira would be gone. He hoped to buy her enough time to dress and escape through his chamber window. She p..</description>
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			<title>III. Prince B*****d Grey</title>
			<description>III. Prince B*****d GreyYear 643 ALD &amp;nbsp;	The landscape appeared desolate in all directions, punctuated by sand dunes, razor-sharp thorn grass, and an occasional withered tree. Ironscale snakes slithered across the road at will, but what they ate, even Macknemir could only guess. Whatever they fea..</description>
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			<title>The Grey Shift</title>
			<description>In the year 2451 life for All-Mart manager Alex Cameron is about to be turned upside down.</description>
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			<title>II. East Is All They Said...</title>
			<description>The crew of the conscripted smuggling vessel Emerald Turtle arrives in the harbor of White Town as continent wide evacuation is under way.</description>
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			<title>I. Where Brave Men Fear To Tread</title>
			<description>The moon is broken and the world is dying. In the eleventh hour, unlikely allies come together with a last-ditch plan; saving the world.</description>
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			<title>A Vestige of Dawn</title>
			<description>An epic fantasy adventure story.</description>
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