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BARBIE SURPRISE!!!!

Female Warrior Image  Lol – more than slightly confused by that post title? 😀

Tonight, it’s all about my best friend – M. Please allow me to explain to the tune of one of our favorite songs. We would stay up all night dancing to this one. 🙂

What happens when you get two 11 year olds alone in a kitchen at about 3am, hopped up on pizza, coke (the beverage, although you may wonder if the pop was spiked after this post), and whatever candy we could get our hands on, with parental supervision sleeping soundly upstairs, blissfully unaware?

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Ascension (Chapter One)

Certain death waited ahead. This was it. Mayun Tejans knew she was going to die.

An honorable death? In some grand battle?

No. Not so much. More of a very awkward, flailing, screaming kind of death where she was at risk of tripping over her own feet and injuring others on her way down.

Just a few feet behind her was the path leading back down the mountain. But even though escape was within her reach, she didn’t dare turn around. There was a totally different kind of doom lying in wait if she did. She could feel her trainer’s steely gaze fixed on her, like a steady pressure at her back.

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My Fantasy Circle Of Five

Sorceress  Hello all! I’ve been tagged to share five fantasy characters with you that I’d love to spend time with. Lol, this is going to be tough – I have a lot of characters I absolutely love! 🙂

fantasycirclelitandscribbles

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A New Chapter To Start The New Year

Warrior angel wallpaper  Hello all! I hope you’ve all had a Happy New Year! 🙂

I’ll be wrapping up The Dreamer in the next few weeks or so – I hope you’ve liked it so far! 🙂 It’s been a while since my last chapter from this story, so I thought I’d give a brief re-cap before I start.

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Kronen: Standalone One – Patriarch

~ For my hero. In loving memory of LMD. ~

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Iseyba, the First City

The Hall of Memories

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Kronen walked through the cavernous room ahead of his students, his gaze moving along the rows of carefully placed crystals. There were millions lining the four walls, carefully stored in carved alcoves. Each shimmered with different colors, reflecting the light from the tall windows.

Two large, wooden tables dominated the center of the room. Supplies for recording the contents of the crystals were neatly placed at regular intervals. Others of his kind, garshik, were quietly studying and writing observations or organizing to make room for more crystals in the alcoves.

Although he was drawn to this place again, as he often was lately, he had a purpose this day.

Um Gura aro Setsarana. The Hall of Memories.

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