Finished Folds (1—14)
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3as the man slowed to a halt, wrapping his arms around her waist and pulling into her an intense kiss.
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2wizard reached out and crushed the child's skull in a superhuman grip. Screams echoed in his head. He fell to his knees, sobbing as the magical simulation fell away. He hated this,
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3Though if you want to be really politically correct, it would be he, she, or everyone in between. But I'm getting ahead of myself. They all had weapons and they were all killers.
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4The demon rolled his eyes and cradled his head in his hand. "Utter bullshit," he muttered to himself. "I try to get a good soul out here and I'm fucking duped. What the hell is
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1slight annoyance in Jules' eyes, yet he was still very fond of the boy. He had a sudden urge to lean over and hug him, if that were at all possible, but he knew how ridiculous it
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2deter them, make them stop haunting his nightmares. Though they were only child vampires, they'd get at him soon. Sunlight only made their inhuman thirst worse. He'd have to get
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3permeating the entire shack. She wondered how anyone could manage to live there, let alone all the kids that Lorna's aunt, the batty old thing, kept taking in on odd days. They did
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4Madison rolled her eyes, watching the younger witch attempt a spell. "Abacadaboo? This isn't the juvenile magic academy," she said sharply, pointing her own wand at the cactus
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1rolling into a nightmare, the ones that jolt me up out of my bed and send me out to those fields, where I try to get some semblance of a hold on my sanity. Hard for an old warrior.
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1the young initiates were terrified, but the commander barked at them to stand their ground. They raised their weapons, limbs shaking, none daring to step down for fear of losing
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3parents, who shut him down whenever he attempted to ask about his mysterious past. Until he found the pictures in the attic, of the people that could be his real parents. Frowning
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4was cut high enough to start a war, exposing his smooth-shaven leg underneath. "It's for espionage purposes, Ms. Potts," he said flatly, shifting his stance. "Stare if you want."
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3A man sitting on his Verix bike watched me carefully, talking with his friend. I walked past them, scanning the holomenu on the front window to find that today's special was
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4seeing the glimmering beams of sunlight waste away in a can on the shelf like this. He took it down, dusted it off, and decided to move it to a spot by the window. Maybe then it