Val had been imagining this day for all of Braden’s life, running through a hundred different scenarios, thinking about variables, different routes they might take. And now that the moment was here, she had no idea where they were going.

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Celina had put a thought into Bowen’s head. No, that wasn’t right. She couldn’t put a thought into a person’s head that wasn’t already there. But she’d found the seed of a thought and had made it grow into something that would bear fruit.

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Congrats to for their 15 ✨

This show was one of last year's charming and magical shows, and it's made by people who put their creativity and passion to this franchise and medium. Rooting for it! 💪

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They swayed to the music. His lips brushed her jaw, drifting toward her ear. Val laced her fingers into his hair and thought that even if the world did go to hell, she could survive it as long as she could have this.

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They stared at each other. Val wanted to say something, but the words wouldn’t come. There was nothing to forgive. No anger or hatred lay between them. Just time. But right now time seemed like the worst enemy of all.

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I caved and played so meet Wayhaven's newest detective: Lennox Hadley.

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i love the carnival dates.... and i love nate.....

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"When one chooses to walk the way of the Mandalore, you are both hunter and prey"

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We needed a new header for his page, so here's a digital illustration of Ermes Siegader To'Rvak, the dragon protagonist of our prized novel (written in Italian) "Io sono il Drago". 🐉
Can you recognize the words of the spell?

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They stole an hour to separate from their unit and found an abandoned men’s shop. Dress clothes lay scattered on the floor, dusty with broken drywall and much of it charred. They tread on the debris of someone’s life. Glass. Paper. Wood.

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“Do you have any weapons?” said the pilot, his voice trembling. The bastard was terrified. He turned to the gunner. “If she moves at all, shoot the kid.”

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She put her head on his chest so that she could feel his heartbeat with her face. Feel the life there. The warmth of his flesh.

Nothing’s really ours in the end, she thought. That’s the key to everything. And it’s the hardest thing to accept.

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“Show me your face, you bastard,” Val said, leaning her head through the doorway and into the night. She could see the UAD-9’s spotlights shining on the asphalt. It was coming.



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