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  • Redmont of Tranview (temporary title) prologue & ch. 1

    This is the first part of a book I wrote for school because our teacher challenged us to. I have no idea if it's any good or not, or if ...

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  • Meetings, New Lords, and Well-Worn Swords

    First of all,I'm sorry the title is pathetic in the extreme but it was all I could come up with spur of the moment. It will change when a better ...

    10 min read
  • Masters, Padawans, and Mysteries- a Clone Wars tale

    This is being co-written by me and my cousin and has yet to be completed, but here's the first chapter! I sighed, gazing at the city around me. Hopefully Cody ...

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  • Elvin Honor (edited)

    This is a new idea I'm toying with... Any feedback is appreciated- what do you think? Does it catch you? etcetera. ~ ~ ~~ ~ ~ I couldn’t sleep. I ...

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  • Elvin Honor part 2

    This was origionally the second part of a two-part into, but I noticed that it was a little long for a YWS post, so I broke it into two shorter ...

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  • The Swordmaster's Path

    note: If you've been reading the fantasy section for a while, it's possible you have read part of this, in which case I'm sorry- this was once part of a ...

    5 min read
  • Hermione's Adventure

    If you can guess, this is a Harry Potter fanfic. It takes place during the first book, after Harry and Hermione split up at the potion riddle and while Harry ...

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  • The Swordmaster's Path- part 2

    Dracven did not have to wait long. The lord did not devote much time to eating; soon he and his men had finished, and he signaled in the guard.Instantly Dracven ...

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  • Half-bloods and Rather Interesting... Heroics

    I started this because I just love the series- suggestions and opinions are more than welcome! Let me hear what you think! The name is definitely not going to stay, ...

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For a short space of time I remained at the window watching the pallid lightnings that played above Mont Blanc and listening to the rushing of the Arve, which pursued its noise way beneath. The same lulling sounds acted as a lullaby to my too keen sensations; when I placed my head upon my pillow, sleep crept over me; I felt it as it came and blessed the giver of oblivion.
— Mary Shelley, Frankenstein