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The trek up the steep side of the stern mountain left Susan exhausted. Her ragged panting was the only sound that accompanied her slow progress, for m..
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The call of the mob's leader was obnoxiously boastful, as though he had all ready succeeded in the grim task appointed to him and his men. From the wi..
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The hunter pounded his gigantic fist onto the table. His blond hair blew into his multicolored eyes: One brown, one blue. His pale skin flushed as he ..
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Despite her threat, Mirage felt unsteady on her feet. The light that glowed in her dark blue eyes was fainter then when she had slain the giant: A day..
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Mirage awoke from her bed roll in a cold sweat, dreading what she saw through her peircing blue eyes. The Queen of the underworld's voice rang in her ..
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"Thine eyesart most exhausted," Murmured the vampire, "So it shall be that you will fall to rest, nigh, here, as my voice fades you sha..
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There were no rougher roads then the Abororiean one that now felt the pound of one hundred Stormbringing feet. There was a cacophony of sounds to acco..
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A mist crept sullenly under the door that Ariadine had run her fingers over. As the mist continued to emerge, a feeling of inner cold and inner fear--..
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"So everyone's accounted for?" Fabien nodded.
"There are a few who would rather come with us then--"
"Unless they can f..
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"STOP!" Bellowed Fabien. Mirage's black horse ambled toward the spot, kicking up dust from the road.
"What is it, Fabien?" She ..
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