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			<title>Chapter 7: Fall of the Victor</title>
			<description>Tristan cradled his sore jaw as he rode into the fort at the end of the line of scouts.&amp;ldquo;Told ya&amp;rsquo; she&amp;rsquo;d turn on you!&amp;rdquo; Kerrick called over his shoulder. He cackled and rattled the cage bars with one of his knives. Aspen didn&amp;rsquo;t stir.Styrax rode up next to Tristan, intentio..</description>
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			<title>Chapter 6: Prison of Bone</title>
			<description>	Aspenached. Every swaying step of Tristan&amp;rsquo;s horse sent new waves of deep-bonedthrobbing through her body. She tried to keep her shaking to a minimum, butfrantic fever tried to assess and repair the damage done to her body. Her palmposed the largest problem, pulsing hot and relentless ..</description>
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			<title>Chapter 5: Aspen</title>
			<description>&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; The woman glanced back at themountain trail, only meters from her. Her shoulders sagged and her whole bodyseemed to tremble at the prospect of the climb. She turned back to her pursuersand drew her slim sword. The sunlight soak..</description>
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			<title>Chapter 4: Pursuit</title>
			<description>&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;ldquo;Mother Night!&amp;rdquo; Tristan flicked his gaze from the treeline to the shrubsthat huddled against the ground, his hands tight on the reins. &amp;ldquo;Where did she go?&amp;rdquo;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;..</description>
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			<title>Chapter 3: No One</title>
			<description>&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Sedick might as well have unleasheda basketful of pit vipers. Not one of the scouts moved. Knees locked into placeand arms went rigid at their sides. They simply watched, slack-jawed, as one ofSedick&amp;rsquo;s entourage nudged hi..</description>
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			<title>Chapter 2: Routine</title>
			<description>	The door squealed on its hinges and hit the wall with a deafening crash. Tristan bolted upright out of bed. In his haste he smacked his forehead against the frame of Styrax&amp;rsquo;s bunk above him. &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;	&amp;ldquo;Alright, wenches!&amp;rdquo; an abrasive voice roared. &amp;..</description>
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			<title>Chapter 1: Midnight Musings</title>
			<description>	Tristan closed his eyes and let the night breeze wash over him, ruffling his dark hair and plucking at his tunic. He heard it play through the trees, their leaves rustling a soft lullaby. Crickets chirped in harmony, and Tristan settled back onto the barracks&amp;rsquo; roof with a sigh of contentment...</description>
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			<title>Prologue</title>
			<description>	The bard droppedanother log over the fire and watched the sparks swirl into the night sky. Theymingled with the swathe of stars above, dancing and swaying until they burnedout and were lost to sight. The bard regarded the distant paths of purple,blue, and silver. They outlined celestial roa..</description>
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			<title>Shadow Walker: The Songs of Loralan, Book 1</title>
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			<title>Chapter 8: Friend or Foe</title>
			<description>Tristan ground his teeth and stretched as far as his body would allow. The knapsack was only inches from his fingertips, maddeningly close but still out of reach. He was beginning to realize that no amount of contortion got him any closer, either. He twisted. He bent. He strained until he felt his m..</description>
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			<title>Living Legend (Google Translate Version)</title>
			<description>&quot;Living Legend&quot; revamped by the wonderful creativity of Google Translate</description>
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			<title>Chapter 7: Lost Allies</title>
			<description>Ash and Aspen trekked through the oppressive forest. The cackles of the night-dwellers bounced from tree to tree, and the moon sprayed uncertain light across the leaf-carpeted floor as clouds passed overhead. Ash unconsciously clenched and unclenched the double knives at her side. These woods were f..</description>
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			<title>Prologue</title>
			<description>AnthonyTrevick clenched both hands on the steering wheel, his dark eyes scrunched inconcentration. Outside, it was dark and moonless. Decrepit offices andapartment buildings loomed on either side of the car, making him feel almostclaustrophobic. A wind stirred an abandoned piece of newspaper..</description>
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			<title>Son of Diety</title>
			<description>2014 NaNoWriMo</description>
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			<title>Chapter 5</title>
			<description>Prison-break.</description>
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			<title>Chapter 2 ~ Dylan</title>
			<description>Meet Dylan Long, the Water Elemental</description>
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			<title>Chapter 6: Rohanae's Torture </title>
			<description>Rohanae awoke with a start as the sound of an alarm bell broke through his dreams. He tried to sit up, but found himself pinned to the bed by lengths of thick rope. His eyes widened in panic and he quickly glanced to the corner of the room where he had stowed Aspen&amp;rsquo;s weapons. They were gone.Ro..</description>
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			<title>Chapter 5: Another Capture</title>
			<description>Sound enveloped him. It echoed in his chest, pounding against his heart. Blades clashed. Men screamed. Arrows sliced through the air, trailing deadly whines. The din grated savagely against his battered ears. &amp;nbsp;	His vision was contorted. Washed out colors bled together around the edges, but ..</description>
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			<title>Chapter 4: Secrets and Swords</title>
			<description>Aspen shows her resilience.</description>
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			<title>Chapter 3: Return of the Victors</title>
			<description>Tristan struggles with feelings.</description>
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			<title>Pronunciation Guide</title>
			<description>A list of unusual words and terms in Long Forgotten</description>
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			<title>Chapter 2: Pursuit</title>
			<description>The intruder is captured.</description>
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			<title>Chapter 1: Routine</title>
			<description>Tristan's un-official holiday is interrupted.</description>
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			<title>Prologue</title>
			<description>And so it begins.</description>
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			<title>Shadowalker: The Wars of Loralan Book 1</title>
			<description>Twenty years of war have left Loralan fractured; creatures of the Ancient World have been nearly destroyed, and the banner of a false king waves proudly. However, the end of the war is on the horizon.</description>
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			<title>Chapter 1 ~ Aiden</title>
			<description>Meet Aiden Harris, the Fire Elemental.</description>
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			<title>Prologue</title>
			<description>&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;Therigid man strode purposefully down the ornate hallway. Stained glass windows ofred, green, blue, and silver glittered richly in the sunlight that filteredthrough them. The colors reflected in the man&amp;rsquo;s dark eyes and made a riot of swirlin..</description>
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			<title>Mistaken</title>
			<description>They were never meant to be... yet, all mistakes serve a purpose.</description>
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			<title>Chapter 7 ~ Riley</title>
			<description>Things get a little... complicated.</description>
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			<title>Chapter 4</title>
			<description>Stories are swapped between Ro, Ash, and Styrax, and a brand new character.</description>
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			<title>Love's Sacrifice ~ Part 1</title>
			<description>The beginning of Derek and Raea's (ray-UH) story</description>
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			<title>Quest: A Peasant's Tale</title>
			<description>A series of short stories</description>
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			<title>Into the Storm</title>
			<description>Flying into The smokeRide thebrokenAnd scattered&amp;nbsp;Miserable remnantsOf noble men.Flying,&amp;nbsp;Into thestorm of eternal disgrace&amp;nbsp;EnemycolumnsEnvelope themThe fearfulspectacleStormed bypride&amp;nbsp;Into the arms of death ..</description>
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			<title>Pitch for LF</title>
			<description>NEEDS HELP!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!</description>
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			<title>Prophecy</title>
			<description>New Phoenix prophecy for LF. NEED INPUT!!!!</description>
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			<title>Picnic</title>
			<description>A teaser/spoiler for later. ^_^</description>
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			<title>Chapter 2</title>
			<description>New filler chapter.</description>
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			<title>Chapter 1 ~ Sixteen Years Later (This is Different. Please Read!)</title>
			<description>Ro walked despondently in the back ofthe procession of elves. He hung his head as he walked, his anguish weighingheavily on his shoulders. A light rain fell and mingled with the tears thatquietly slipped off his face. The forest where he and the elves walked wassilent. The small animals ..</description>
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			<title>Chapter 6 ~ Ben</title>
			<description>I growled infrustration and closed my locker much harder than I intended to. As I tore offmy light blue employee&amp;rsquo;s polo for the rec. center and put on my black one formy next job, my thoughts strayed again to that jerk on the rock wall. I couldfeel the heat rising to my face and I ..</description>
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			<title>Chapter 5 ~ Riley</title>
			<description>Riley begins to question herself</description>
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			<title>Chapter 4 ~ Ben</title>
			<description>Ben's normal home-life.</description>
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			<title>In and Out</title>
			<description>Story of a thief that's not REALLY a criminal. ;)</description>
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			<title>Coryn</title>
			<description>&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; It wasan eerily foggy evening when the Marianadocked at the small, seemingly uninhabited island. The thick mist seemed tomuffle the steps ..</description>
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			<title>Save Me</title>
			<description>A love song between two of my characters. &lt;3</description>
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			<title>Crazies</title>
			<description>A script I wrote for a little acting troupe of mine. :)</description>
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			<title>Prisoner</title>
			<description>I sit in this dank cellAlone and chained.They know full wellThat I have sinned.&amp;nbsp;I killed a manFor he killed my child.I tell anyone I canAnd they think I&amp;rsquo;ve gone wild.&amp;nbsp;Oh, if only they&amp;rsquo;d heardThe wailing of my dear wifeAt the s..</description>
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			<title>Living Legend</title>
			<description>Nine noble knightsHave held this hilt&amp;lsquo;Leven lordly lordsHave handled and heftedMe, this magnificent masterpiece of metalThis sword of silvery steel&amp;nbsp;I have battled with bravery beseemingA wondrous weapon such as II have fought with fiery fierceness..</description>
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			<title>The Fiefdom</title>
			<description>Silvery clouds glide pastAs the sun rises to its highestThe breeze passes with a sighAs graceful birds soar high&amp;nbsp;Down below a fiefdom standsWith green hills and sprawling landsThe castle stands with soaring towersThe village with thatched roofs and bright flo..</description>
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			<title>Peasant and Princess</title>
			<description>My mind constantly wandersTo the boy that lives with the farmersMy lovesick heart often pondersWhat this feeling garners&amp;nbsp;That boy is so beautifulHis face kind and youthfulI can tell that he is smart and very helpfulBut whether he knows me is doubtful&amp;nbsp..</description>
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			<title>Chapter 5: Shocking Discovery</title>
			<description>&amp;ldquo;Kiley, wake up.&amp;rdquo; My mom&amp;rsquo;s voice broke through my sleep &amp;ldquo;The storm&amp;rsquo;spassed.&amp;rdquo; I blinked and sat up, stretching my cramped muscles. How long had I beenasleep?As if reading my thoughts, my dad said &amp;ldquo;You&amp;rsquo;ve been out for about tenhours.&amp;rd..</description>
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