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- George and the Boy at storywrite
George woke aching. His head pounded, his neck was sore, and his back groaned at the slightest movement. It felt as though every dragon slayer ever born had decide - The Book and the Memory (continued II) at storywrite
"What did you do?"
"It was an elemental." He said, looking into the depths of his teacup, frowning as though there were a storm in it. Mnemosyne was shocked; he - The Book and the Memory (continued) at storywrite
He made sure that he stayed ahead of her, preventing her from asking further questions as they approached a small cottage near the edge of the village towards the crossroads. & - The Book and the Memory at storywrite
Mnemosyne broke the crust of the staling bread and felt the insides, dry and brittle, crumble at her touch. She pulled off a mouthful and dipped it deep into the tepid bo - Wanderer (Prologue) at storywrite
We meet our heroine, Beatrix, rushing home one autumn day, along a tree-lined road in the suburbs of a town like any other.
- School morning at storywrite
It carries me that way, because it must. A steal trap that plays dance music and trundles past the pretty fields.
Some kind of destiny found in routine. Turning - Soldiers' prayer at storywrite
I am the figurehead of an army I know nothing about. I wear their armour, I sing their songs; I am not one of them. I ride into battle at the front of the troops. Five men t
