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  • “She wasn’t one of them, you know,” said the ancient man sitting on the coastal rocks above me. I had come to the beach to take photographs of the sunset and the seals for my college class. The 35mm camera in my hand had been my grandfather’s before all the digital features became standard.

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  • “They fear the Ogres more than they care for honor and loyalty. They have escaped to safety while leaving an open path for the next village to be destroyed.” “Why do you stay?” asked the fool. “You, even with the skill and victories of your past, cannot win alone.” “Because I swore an oath when…

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  • Her hands were old, but her mind was still young. By the year the dragon came, the village of Westgate had considered Oma old for the last thirty years, yet she didn’t die. She was just pig-headed and ornery that way.

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  • The Dryad Queen, Mya, refuses to marry. She invents an impossible competion to have the ambitous king from the surrounding lands fighting for her hand in marrage, but will a fool from White Rock Cove ruin all her plans?

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  • Short Story: Thank You For Your Phone Call by Lara Lee

    The colors solidified to form a tiled mosaic of jewel-tone flowers, fruit, birds, and butterflies. In the center of the mosaic was an arched doorway with a heavy wood door painted blue.The blue door then slowly opened, and a very athletic man with the head of a small elephant walked through.

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  • Mudwort was not your average Ogre brute; he was a captain in Maldamien’s vast army. The dull-witted Ogres were almost never officers. That honor was typically saved for the more intelligent races such as Huldra or human nomads.

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