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		<description>The original writings of author R. Connery Scriven</description>
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			<title>Chapter Fourteen</title>
			<description>Quote&quot;How are you even still alive?&quot;She sighed, pulling her knees closer to her chest. &quot;Luck. Skill. A huge blessing of luck from Ayana. Quick thinking. Training. Certainly not planning ahead.&quot;What had happened to her? Her facade was breaking down. What had happened to not showing weakness to those ..</description>
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			<title>Chapter Thirteen</title>
			<description>Flare was facing a terrible dilemma. On one hand, she had an intense desire to hum a jaunty tune just so she could let the world know just how awesome it was to be alive. On the other hand, humming a jaunty tune while stalking someone wasn&amp;rsquo;t just bad form, it was straight up stupid. In the e..</description>
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			<title>Chapter Twelve</title>
			<description>She fingered the dagger at her side as she walked, becoming more wary of the ones that pressed against her in various places. Her eyes darted from side to side, looking up occasionally as well, searching for someone--anyone--that seemed interested by her presence. The pace she kept was intentionally..</description>
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			<title>Chapter Eleven</title>
			<description>The room they endedup in was in the back of the second floor in Jalen&amp;rsquo;s home. A few windows lit upthe beds and walls; a glass prism hanging in one of them casting rainbows onthe interior. The sunset outside screamed of beauty. Jalen mentally noted howunfortunate it was that the two w..</description>
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			<title>Chapter Ten</title>
			<description>Seth tapped thebutt of his staff against the stone floor of the Coliseum&amp;rsquo;s lobby in a halfforgotten rhythm as he leaned against its western wall, keeping an eye on themain doors. He&amp;rsquo;d left a note for Kyari with receptionist/secretaries at thelobby&amp;rsquo;s main desk the previo..</description>
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			<title>Chapter Nine</title>
			<description>Quote&amp;ldquo;So,&amp;rdquo; Seth saidaloud, &amp;ldquo;what do you want to start with?&amp;rdquo;&quot;Well, wewon't end up in the hospital. But we need a more open area...let's go to theriver.&quot;Seth&amp;rsquo;s handsclenched involuntarily, but he tried to hide it as best he could. &amp;lsquo;Idiot! St..</description>
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			<title>Chapter Eight</title>
			<description>				Quote&amp;nbsp;Her ears registeredher consciousness first, the sounds of the city ebbing and flowing past her.Gradually her eyesopened, and she saw Seth's face. &quot;What are you doing?&quot; she askedblearily.&amp;ldquo;I should be askingyou that.&amp;rdquo; He raised an eyebrow. &amp;ldqu..</description>
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			<title>Chapter Seven</title>
			<description>&amp;ldquo;Skilland confidence are an unconquered army.&amp;rdquo; -- George Herbert&amp;nbsp;Seth shook hisright leg, and then his left. The greaves were comfortable, but they were stillfar heavier than he was used too. Possibly a bit too heavy for his tastes, buthe supposed he&amp;rsquo;d get used..</description>
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			<title>Chapter Six</title>
			<description>&amp;ldquo;Blessingson him who invented sleep, the mantle that covers all human thoughts.&amp;rdquo; &quot; Miguelde Cervantes Saavedra &amp;nbsp;A small belltinkled as Seth opened the door. He smiled. It was small things like that thathe always seemed to latch on to.He immediatelywandered over..</description>
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			<title>Chapter Five</title>
			<description>&amp;ldquo;Iwas seldom able to see an opportunity until it had ceased to be one&amp;rdquo; -- MarkTwain&amp;nbsp;It was dark. Shenormally enjoyed the dark, but this dark pressed down on her. This dark was thekind of dark that children are afraid of. This was dark that she was afraid of.This da..</description>
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			<title>Chapter Four</title>
			<description>&amp;nbsp;&amp;ldquo;Withthe past, I have nothing to do; nor with the future. I live now.&amp;rdquo; &quot; Ralph WaldoEmerson&amp;nbsp;&quot;It's nice tobe fighting again. Trying to get your leg healed was fine and all, but fightingis where I belong.&quot;&amp;ldquo;Hah, not all of usare so talented that we don..</description>
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			<title>Chapter Three</title>
			<description>&amp;ldquo;Wedon't consider a patient cured when his sprain has healed or he's been restoredto a minimal level of functioning. The patient is cured when he can again dothe things he loves to do.&amp;rdquo; &quot; Unknown&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;Kyari stood in themiddle of the arena, waiting for him to arr..</description>
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			<title>Chapter Two</title>
			<description>&amp;ldquo;Sing,Sing a song, Singout loud, Sing out strong, Sing ofgood things, not bad, Sing ofhappy, not sad, Sing,Sing a song,Make itsimple, To last your whole life long, Don'tworry that it's not good enough, Foranyone else to hear, Sing,Sing a song.&amp;..</description>
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			<title>Chapter One</title>
			<description>&amp;ldquo;Wesometimes encounter people, even perfect strangers, who begin to interest us atfirst sight, somehow suddenly, all at once, before a word has been spoken.&amp;rdquo; &quot;Fydor Dostoevsky&amp;nbsp;The fairy tales shehad read as a child told elegant stories of love at first sight. She did..</description>
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			<title>Daggers and Ice</title>
			<description>A thief learns to trust while training a boy her own age: a cowrite posted online for the first time</description>
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