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“You’re quiet.” Aren said softly, walking up to the princess. “I’m sorry about earlier. We definitely got off to a bad start.”

The king paced back and forth across the throne room. Its vastness outmatched any other room in the castle save the dungeons deep below the bowels of Thean.

“Ellisien mythera tos!” Came the loud cryptic words from deep within castle Thean’s royal chambers, followed by a shattering of a brittle glass cup as well as the nearby windows.

It was early spring in Thean. At this time of year, the season of the goddess Anshae, wildflowers grow abundantly in the meadows of the outlands.

Eıghty year old sat next to me on a 10 hour helta-skelta, swıtchback, death rattle across the mountaıns - he had one eye, one tooth, one leg, crutches and a bag of pılls ın a transparent plastıc

What the hell.

Handbags at dawn as two mini media types meet over the magazines