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  • General Fiction Novels Re: The Time

    Prologue My life had become a telegraph. Sirens sounding. Stop. Flashes of blue. Splashes of red. Stop. The fleeting comfort of his smoky blue eyes. Stop. Getting jostled onto the ...

    Tue Dec 13, 2011 1:18 am


“Rise like Lions after slumber In unvanquishable number. Shake your chains to earth like dew Which in sleep had fallen on you— Ye are many—they are few.”
— Mary Shelly