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  • Fantasy Short Stories Re: The Art of Burning Fairies

    I stepped out onto the stone patio allowing the crisp autumn wind to stroke its icy fingers through my hair. The air was cool, and carried the scent of oncoming ...

    Apr 25, 2010


And then, as if written by the hand of a bad novelist, an incredible thing happened.
— Bartimaeus of Uruk