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The dragon stared at the bowl of water, growling. He didn’t know why he tried anymore. Ryan would not be found through scrying. But he was going crazy, sitting in his cabin in the mountains with nothing to do. There was only so much work he could put into escaping this realm at once, and he had reached his limit yesterday. There was no way he’d be working on it in the next month. And so he found other ways to occupy his time. Like scrying for his fox. But it failed every time, the water refu
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Daniel Thethar stood in his flat, his grimoire open on his bed. It had taken him years to figure this spell out, and he still wasn’t sure he had it right. But the dragon would not wait any longer. Ryan was out there somewhere, and he was going to find the fox if it killed him. Time had foiled his attempts at finding his love, though he had met others along the way. The dragon’s hand dipped into his pocket, feeling the seed of a willow tree from 13th century Kyoto. His lips smiled bri
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Daniel’s hand trailed across a row of books. This was his favourite store, and he made sure to visit every week. There was always a new story to find within the shelves; a new world to explore. His hand tripped across a small black binding, and the dragon paused. He had learned to trust his instincts, and had found many a good book that way. This one felt different somehow. He removed it, keeping an eye on the two tomes it had been stuck between. There was no title, just a blank black le
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This is the story of Daniel, and his search for Ryan, the fox who stole his heart then vanished.
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2019 DANIEL THETHAR The dragon stepped off the train, black scales glinting in the sunlight. He shivered in the winter cold, dressed in a tank top and a pair of shorts. “Hell, it’s colder here than at home,” he muttered under his breath, steam rising from his mouth with every word. Gathering his suitcase, he walked toward the entrance of the train station, passing through the doors. The interior of the station was utter chaos, people running everywhere, and voices raisin
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DANIEL THETHAR Daniel’s hand trailed across a row of books. This was his favourite store, and he made sure to visit every week. There was always a new story to find within the shelves; a new world to explore. His hand tripped across a small black binding, and the dragon paused. He had learned to trust his instincts, and had found many a good book that way. This one felt different somehow. He removed it, keeping an eye on the two tomes it had been stuck between. There was no tit
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MAXIMUS MARKHAUS The tiger stood in front of Max, his hands deftly working the tie into an appropriate knot. “There you go. John will be the envy of the school with you beside him,” he smiled. “Danke Henri.” Max mumbled, blushing. “I’m happy I was able to see you go to prom before I left overseas,” Henri said. “Just remember, you don’t have to do anything you don’t want to.” “Did you feel like this with Sara?” “Like what?” “Like this night would change your life forev
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1865 CLAIRE ENTERAI Claire settled into her seat, glancing at her husband. He had flown all this way just for her; a near nonstop flight from California to Washington D.C. just so she could visit her family. And though the visit hadn’t gone well, she still appreciated the lengths the dragon went to to make her happy. They sat in some theatre, watching a farce she had seen several times over. Not that she would mention that to him. Just watching it with David brought her joy, se
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A dragon struggling with his past. A dog learning to love again. A fox finding her true self. All have a story within them, and it is my job to discover those tales.
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Thomas squinted, his eyes assaulted by a bright light. He was standing in the middle of a rather large dirt road, and there were four others standing slack-jawed around him. “Where the hell am I?” he heard one of them demand. He began looking his companions over. The man who had just questioned them was an interesting shade of medium brown, bordering on a dark brown. He had white hair that hung just past his shoulders, and lavender eyes provided a startling contrast to his skin tone. He looked
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Prologue Six people sat around a large table in a basement. On the table was a grid, and on the grid were little figurines. There was little lighting in the room, a small naked bulb hanging over the table doing its best to provide light for the room. Marc Dures, the owner of the basement, was studying a paper set out before him. He was in his late 30’s, and had often served as a leader for the group. But this night was not his. Tonight belonged to Quentin Mathers, a man the group had met a
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Six people join up to guard a warehouse in the Brevic village of Nivakta's Crossing. A night of cards and a fight with bandits set the stage for a greater mission, the subjugation of the entire Stolen Lands. But all is not as it seems. The closer they get to their goal, the more things go awry. And when dreams are invaded, the group must decide who they can trust among themselves, if anyone at all.
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Five friends get together for a game. What they don't realize is this game is going to take over their lives in a way they never expected. Will they beable to survive the dangers in store for them?
