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Once inside a castle dreary lived a family, bleak and teary, Mourning o’er their lost king who died three months before. As falling tears were splashing, suddenly there came a tapping, As of someone gently rapping, rapping at their castle door. “‘Tis some visitor,” they muttered, “tapping at our castle door – Sightseeing in Elsinore.” ‘Twas a friendly foreign scholar who had given them a

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Angst-y Ing?

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The sequel to The Phantom of the Opera in which Christine (Andrew Lloyd Webber’s version of Ophelia) – apparently suffering from Stockholm syndrome – sleeps with the sociopath who has stalked her since her childhood, conceives his bastard son, lies for 10 years about the boy’s paternity to her alcoholic, compulsive gambling, abusive husband, leaves her husband for the sociopathic stalker,

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Ok, this is old news. I mean, the calendar is for 2009. I hadn't heard of it before, though, and I am really happy with the artwork shown in the sample picture:Jon Snow with Ghost, Eddard Stark cleaning his sword in the Godswood after beheading the Black deserter, Sansa building her snow Winterfell, The Red Knight with his flaming sword, and Davos, the Onion Knight, rowing Melissandre into

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Pleasantly surprised to have survived the battle against the Dark Lord. Rand decides to fulfil his life-long ambition.

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squeee!

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If you're a gamer, you should watch The Guild.www.watchtheguild.com

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You may know that Red Eagle had a Graphic Novel series going of Robert Jordan's New Spring, but stopped production in the middle of the series. I was quite happy to get an email recently telling me that the unsent issues will now be sent!I also found recently that they will be producing a graphic novel of The Eye of the World.The following pictures were emailed to me by Red Eagle, and I have to

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Think you know all the literary works from which I took the first lines that make up my header?(You can use your handle where it asks for your name.)Thanks for suggesting this, R.!First lines » Free Online Quizzes

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Header is fixed. Enjoy!

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http://fragmentaryblue.wordpress.com/2009/05/07/man-crush/Best blog post in a while. It made me laugh out loud in my class. =)

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I haven't written for so long!I've decided to give you the little bit I have written of the story in my head that was inspired by JerryCai's amazing Little Red Riding Hood works.*yes, I know there are no autumn colors or patches of golden sunlight in the art. It just felt right as I wrote.She slipped among the trees, bare feet silent in spite of the ankle deep autumn blanket of gold and scarlet.

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"She wants to parley with your fath-" he stopped short as Caden's anger roared to life, wings not quite breaking the surface, dry heat rolling off of her in waves that broke against David, making him stumble back a step. "...with Dared."He regained the inches that had been lost between them and reached out to brush her bare arm with the callused pads of his fingers. At the center of the slowly

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Suljemen – the biggest man she’d ever met, so strong, so beautiful, so powerful…Suljemen lay crumpled at Caden’s feet.The lines he’d traced along her shoulder blades burned, icy-hot, and spread, numbing her heart, creeping up the back of her neck to freeze the flood of guilt-tinged sorrow. The frigid air gathered around her; a cocoon of numbness, a shield against feeling that sucked the icy wind

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"The Kennari, my King."Caden and her Kennari were thrown down to the carpet upon which Dared stood. They rose to their feet and stood, facing the King. Flames of rage and disgust flared in Dared's eyes. He growled at the Kennari."You and your...student," he turned his eyes slightly, indicating the girl, "will show proper obeisance when brought before me." Caden realized that her hood had stayed

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"He is dead."The Speaker flung out an arm angrily, sending the brazier on the small table flying, then pressed her palm flat against the warm, pale wood and let that arm support her as she leaned forward, covering her eyes with her free hand, struggling to calm the anger that had surged within. How had a child - not able to speak, let alone Speak - managed to kill an Azzeren?The Speaker could not

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For Ing, hoping the double vision will make this twice as good. =)David lay on his stomach, his head turned to the left, his right ear pressed against the wooden table. He stared hard at the folding screen that stood between him and his mother.He was surprised by how little noise came from beyond the make-sift wall. The soft shuffling of slippered feet, the low rumble of a male voice, his

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Silence swirled with the fluttering flakes of the light snow that fell on Caden and her Kennari as they made their slow way to Ebon. The onyx city was invisible against the darkness, even reflecting stars from its glassy walls. From Caden’s vantage, the city reflected the Rider – two huge, starry horses reared at one another, each with a mounted Eamron, swords drawn upon one another. Suddenly,

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It was dark, and the spicy smoke from the fire had long since ceased its lazy circuit around the rapidly cooling interior of the Kofi when Caden's mind slowly dragged itself back into awareness.The strong herbs her Kennari added to his fire usually pulled her mind in strange directions, and it was their comfortable habit to sit, holding one-another, as her thoughts followed the various paths laid

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Part OneCaden tugged her mitten from her hand with her teeth, freeing slender, dark fingers to resettle the fur-lined hood of her coat further forward, then stuffed her hand quickly back into its thick, fur-lined sheath. The wind let up some near Ebon, but she was far enough from the city that the wind blew free and fierce, sending swarms of tiny ice crystals to bite at her face. She pressed

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Warning to my mom: this story contains mild language. Rider in black: …Rand : Eeeeek!Tam: What the…?Rand : I'm not crazy!Tam: You're not my son, either.Rand : What?Tam: Oh, nothing…Mat: Hey, Rand and Perrin, does that bird on the roof there remind you of anyone?Bird: …Rand: *throws pebble*Bird: *flies off*Rand: Now we're safe.Mat: There's some rich lady in town. Let's see if we can find a way to

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The young woman sits on her haunches, examining the rare plant that I pointed out. It is a spidery thing, all tendrils and thin, curling shoots with one large, dark flower right in the center.“Why is it so rare?”Because it kills. But I can’t tell her that.“People were afraid of it, the color being so unnatural. They burned it whenever they found it. This is the only specimen of which I am aware.”

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“High Lady, I am honored to bring before you Writer Shelan, Daughter of the Keep, may the Light ever descend upon her.” The ancient man’s white hair brushed the marble floor as he bowed more deeply than his apparent frailty made him seem capable of. He straightened and turned to address me.“Writer Shelan, Daughter of the Keep, may the Light ever descend upon you, I am honored to present to you

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Forest birds sang quietly in the tall trees that surrounded the small pool. A gentle breeze drew small ripples across the face of the quiet water. David stood waiting at the water’s edge, the thick mud sucking at the soles of his heavy boots as he shifted his weight from foot to foot. Aestril floated, face-down in the sparkling water. Her flame-colored hair fanned out around her head mimicked

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The bulky man sucked his yellow teeth as he waited, watching the road from the top of a large boulder. It was not a main thoroughfare, not even paved. It was little more than a path, and unlikely to be chosen by any traveler but one who wished to avoid meeting others. The girl he stalked had used only wooded paths. A quiet chuckle rumbled in the man's deep chest. It was almost as if she sought to

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