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			<title><![CDATA[ Thicker Than Water, Part 2 ]]></title>
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			<description><![CDATA[ Laurenthsa Dusk sat deep in thought in her rented room at the pompously-named dump known as Salkirks Oasis in the desert town of Letort.  In each hand she held a jeweled pendant hung from a fine silver chain.  Each pendant was also silver, shaped like a stylized letter L, and had a small green gemstone inset at the corner and both edges of the letter.  There was one subtle difference between the two pendants: the gemstones in the one in her left hand were emeraldsLaurenthsas birthstone; the... ]]></description>

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			<title><![CDATA[ Thicker Than Water, Part 1 ]]></title>
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			<description><![CDATA[ The woman knew all the bits of wisdom and parables about traveling the world.  She knew that any destination could be reached by walking a myriad of pathways.  She knew that the straightest route between two places was not always the most picturesque, safest, or quickest.  She was always at war with her own thoughts and emotions, trying to decide if it was safest to stick to known ways or to branch out occasionally and explore the path less traveled.<br><br>Lately, however, the dark-haired... ]]></description>

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			<pubDate>Thu, 05 Jan 2006 22:29:00 GMT</pubDate>
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			<title><![CDATA[ Shattering the Looking Glass ]]></title>
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			<description><![CDATA[ One swipe takes away the moisture clinging to it.  It is the gateway to your soul, the very essence that makes you be.  You watch it fade over time, the vivid colors that splash your world.  Harmony and balance start to lean toward discord, stretched out on a breakable thread.<br><br>Your will is spayed and thin, reaching out to save what you hold dear to yourself only to see it slip easily through your fingers.  What once was in the light is now settled in the shadow, dark and hollow.  The... ]]></description>

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			<pubDate>Thu, 30 Jun 2005 17:27:27 GMT</pubDate>
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			<title><![CDATA[ Truth, Katrina's Story Part III ]]></title>
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			<description><![CDATA[ Victor lifted her fragile form up and laid her on the bed.  Taking great care, he removed her shift and rubbed a soothing lavender oil on her back.  Whispering nothing but the tenderness he held in his heart for her, he soothed her quaking body.  Head to toe he worked her knotted muscles until he saw her move in the steady rhythm of sleep.  Victor laid down beside her, his arm protectively around her.  How could he ever love anyone else as he loved his precious Kat?  None compared to her in... ]]></description>

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			<title><![CDATA[ Salvation, Katrina's Story Part II ]]></title>
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			<description><![CDATA[ Pain flared in her arm and her decent came to abrupt halt.  Salty sea air assaulted her nostrils and her eyes snapped awake.  The crash of the waves was beneath her and the cool jagged rocks of the cliff pressed hungrily against her thin shift, seeking her fragile flesh.  Her breath caught at the sight of the turbulent water far below and the outcropping her body had almost been dashed upon.  Something was grasping her wrist tightly and she looked up with stark-white fear in her... ]]></description>

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			<title><![CDATA[ The Fall, Katrina's Story Part I ]]></title>
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			<description><![CDATA[ The world was in turmoil but Katrina did not feel the woes of the land tonight.  Her first love, her only love, Victor was sound asleep beside her.  How she loved to lay quietly and hear the rhythm of his breathing.  So soft, so delicate.  She shifted carefully to face him, or rather, his back.  He always seemed to sleep on his right side.  Her hand reached out ever so gently and her soft hands brushed against his bare back.  The smallest purrs of satisfaction echoed out from his lips.  She... ]]></description>

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			<title><![CDATA[ Exile from Castillo Island, Part II ]]></title>
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			<description><![CDATA[ Silently preparing himself for the onslaught of ogres making their ascent in the tower after the group, Bashear continued to add fuel to the raging fire inside him.  His lame right hand gripped the only thing it was capable of holding.  A dagger.  It was finely crafted and worthy of being in his possession but the touch of jealousy would always be present.  His left hand held the prize, the scimitar passed from generation to generation on his mothers side.  The more he honed his skills, the... ]]></description>

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			<title><![CDATA[ Exile from Castillo Island, Part I ]]></title>
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			<description><![CDATA[ Bashear rubbed his bleary eyes.  He had promised to pour over the accounts of his mothers business and never liked to disappoint her.  After all, his father did plenty enough of that to last a lifetime.  This was his third time checking it and he was at his wits end.  The missing money she had noted simply was not accounted for.  It was as if it never existed but Bashear knew better.  His mother excelled at keeping her money in proper order.  More likely a receipt never made its way to her or... ]]></description>

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			<title><![CDATA[ Hold Her Close ]]></title>
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			<description><![CDATA[ It was decided. Athias cleared my heavy conscious by saying we had successfully cleared out the worst of the vileness in their basement. Why I cared so much, I know not. Then I remembered the fleeting way I glanced upon Allendra. Surely I have not fallen in to the black oblivion, have I? A painful buzzing sounded in my ear. No, wait. Tis just the annoying elf whining about his precious ruins and the missing elves. I'm sure we will find out the reason behind why the elves do as elves do. Tuck... ]]></description>

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			<title><![CDATA[ The Truth by the Well ]]></title>
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			<description><![CDATA[ That night Santiago went to the ancient well outside the temple grounds. There he witnessed Athias' daughter in all her beauty. Allendra seemed slightly amused by his knowing grin and he aimed to find if she had more than passing interest in him. The stars twinkled above them on the blackened canvas of their home as he took a seat beside her.<br><br>&quot;Lovely evening. A sky like this is a sailor's dream.&quot;<br><br>&quot;Oh and why is that?&quot;<br><br>He leaned into her, his gloved... ]]></description>

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			<title><![CDATA[ Gnomes in the Woods ]]></title>
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			<description><![CDATA[ Santiago drank from the jug he had set aside.  The hair on his chest was mopped with sweat and he leaned lightly on his sword.  His sparring partners were also taking a break.  This was the last day he would be able to take advantage of this.  The caravan was moving on.  Through the course of his training, he had also taught these guards a little of his own technique.  Not enough that all his secrets were divulged  but enough to improve their ability in protecting the caravan.  Again he... ]]></description>

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			<title><![CDATA[ Monkeys and Madness ]]></title>
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			<description><![CDATA[ Santiago sighed in relief, stretching out his arms as he eyed the couple of men who had agreed to spar with him.  After many days on the road he was privy to a proper bath.  Not in rank water soured by the stench of many unwashed bodies but a warm refreshing one.  Clear and soothing.  Far removed from the sea, Santiago had also taken the time to shave his gangly beard down to a neatly trimmed goatee.  Gone also were the tangled locks.  Though still shoulder length, he had cut enough off to... ]]></description>

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			<title><![CDATA[ There's Something in the Stables ]]></title>
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			<description><![CDATA[ The meal was delightfully boring and Santiago was beyond tolerating the idle chit chat going on.  Especially when the man who had been with the oafish ogres showed up. He grew agitated as the party hunched over and pleaded with him to keep a civil tongue.  Leaning in to Valya, he expressed the notion of checking on his horse.  Castillo was a fine breed and with the arrival of this man, Santiago wanted to make sure the horse had not been spirited away while he was indulging in a... ]]></description>

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			<title><![CDATA[ Vexing Vixen ]]></title>
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			<description><![CDATA[ Santiago woke early, sweat beading on his forehead. Good, he thought, perhaps this will remove some of the stench from the ill-gotten bath back in town. That would be the last time he went in search of a good cleansing while half in his cups. Despite the dampness spreading across his body, he felt remarkably refreshed but he knew he had been too far removed from civilized life lately. He felt no protest from his body for wearing the same clothes day in and day out. Even the shiny mithral... ]]></description>

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			<pubDate>Thu, 30 Jun 2005 16:36:48 GMT</pubDate>
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			<title><![CDATA[ Anger Management ]]></title>
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			<description><![CDATA[ It hurt.  The pain was unfathomable.  Her heart lurched to her throat and threatened to straggle her beyond death.  How could this happen?  How could something so innocent shatter her hopes and dreams?  She felt like the tide was raping her against the rocks.<br><br>For so long she had sit quietly, locked in a tower, her wings never spread out to fly with freedom.  A closely guarded secret, kept by jealousy.  Despair slowly crept in her veins.  Her life was but a shadow, a glimmer of... ]]></description>

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			<pubDate>Mon, 29 Nov 2004 05:59:04 GMT</pubDate>
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			<title><![CDATA[ Erna's Story, Part I ]]></title>
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			<description><![CDATA[ Erna heard the crowd's enthusiasm.  She was dressed in her silky purple tunic, the sleeves billowing out for added flair, and black leather armor adorned with small silver studs in swirling patterns.  She remembered when she didn't need such armor on but when the rope that carried her to safety snapped once, Janik insisted she wear some protection.  The ones that battled in the pit, after all, will not care a wit if she was in the way.  Her rapier hung at her side and few other weapons were... ]]></description>

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			<pubDate>Wed, 24 Nov 2004 20:47:10 GMT</pubDate>
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