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IrritatedAnyway, here it is: [link]
Not much so far, but there is a rather funny photo of me climbing out an open window.
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Torbadif, sample chapter 2Chapter 2: The ChosenTorbadif, sample chapter 2
The three had rested often out of necessity. Running while carrying a boat, especially for the fully armoured soldier, was a taxing process to say the least. These rests soon ended however as the newcomer, who never revealed his name, grew increasingly impatient to return to the village. After about an hour and a half’s jogging, the three finally emerged from the trees into a clearing upon which the small village of Stamir was built. Heron and the soldier discarded the boat at once, almost seeming to throw it away in anger. They collapsed then to the floor, taking i
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Torbadif, sample chapter 1Chapter 1: Peace on the riverTorbadif, sample chapter 1
It had started as a lovely day for Heron Dasaran and Winter Vinobal. The two had dragged a fishing boat from their home village of Stamir in the early hours of the morning and had set out a little way on the River Thire. Surrounded on all sides by a bright summer’s sky, sunlit trees and sparklingly clear water, the two spent several peaceful hours catching one salmon after another. This daily activity was becoming something of a ritual for the two friends. Theirs was a beneficial task as it provided food for their small village, and so their absence from the fields was tolerat
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C'mon, don't stop. Those giggles are bubbling up to the surface. There you go, keep it up now. Let's get you really laughing hard hm?
I don't do requests, trades, or commissions. Stop asking.
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A pox on the eye. I would gouge it out if I knew where it was.
I has a blog hither: [link]
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She who writes with her Quill has forgotten the face of her father.
I write with my Heart.
All things serve the beam.
Thank you, says I. I owe you many a thanks. Recently I seem to have had both inspiration and inclination for writing and other creative works and it is thanks largely to you.
You shall be rewarded for this. When the world is mine I shall name you ruler of Ireland.
In the meantime however i'll try and come up with something more feasable.
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A pox on the eye. I would gouge it out if I knew where it was.
I has a blog hither: [link]
Oh, and I'd like to be named the Queen of cats, cockatoos and the color green.
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She who writes with her Quill has forgotten the face of her father.
I write with my Heart.
All things serve the beam.
thank you.
i wish i could physically give you a hug, but this will do.
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She who writes with her Quill has forgotten the face of her father.
I write with my Heart.
All things serve the beam.
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A pox on the eye. I would gouge it out if I knew where it was.
I has a blog hither: [link]
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A pox on the eye. I would gouge it out if I knew where it was.
I has a blog hither: [link]
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She who writes with her Quill has forgotten the face of her father.
I write with my Heart.
All things serve the beam.
That was a peculiar thing indeed.
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A pox on the eye. I would gouge it out if I knew where it was.
I has a blog hither: [link]
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