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<description>Blogging has become the norm. Everyone has one. It&#x27;s the in-thing to do.&#x3C;br&#x3E;&#x3C;br&#x3E;I resisted for years, believing no one would want to hear what I have to say. And that in itself is a strange thought considering I&#x27;m a writer.&#x3C;br&#x3E;&#x3C;br&#x3E;Only I&#x27;m more of a storyteller. My compositions are derived from my imagination. Not my often mundane life. I sit at a computer for hours, days, something months without contributing to the world around me. What could I say that was worth your time to read?&#x3C;br&#x3E;&#x3C;br&#x3E;And then it struck me that I am experiencing something worth mentioning. I&#x27;ve recently published one of 5 old manuscripts. This one I&#x27;d started in 1991. Gads, that&#x27;s 17 years ago!&#x3C;br&#x3E;&#x3C;br&#x3E;Because I was convinced that after all these years I couldn&#x27;t possibly make it any better, I had only decided to print one copy for myself. Something to hold in my hands, call my own. And I would have been satisfied with that if my family hadn&#x27;t gotten so excited.&#x3C;br&#x3E;&#x3C;br&#x3E;I never considered what they must have thought with me stuck at the computer for so m...</description>
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Randrik is the type of man you can&#x27;t help but fall for, even though you suspect he&#x27;s not good for you. He did everything in his power to avoid being the hero and inadvertantly left such an impression that I&#x27;m now judging every makeshift fictional hero by comparison. It&#x27;s sad how many don&#x27;t measure up.

Randrik is extraordinary because he was bent on NOT being the hero. He was living a what&#x27;s-in-it-for-me existence until fate tossed him a problem he couldn&#x27;t turn away from. Perian is his equal in every way. The conflict and sexual tension between the two of them had me turning the page, while in amongst all of this, they were faced with the kind of enemy that makes &#x27;Darth Vader&#x27; look like a pussycat. My palms sweated and my heart jumped to my throat so many times, I finally had to turn extra lights on.

I...</description>
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<title>Pretty Maids All In A Row</title>
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&#x3C;font size=&#x22;2&#x22;&#x3E;&#x3C;font style=&#x22;font-family: georgia,times new roman,times,serif;&#x22;&#x3E;Copyrighted &#xA9; 2006
J Nowell Butler&#x3C;br&#x3E;&#x3C;/font&#x3E;&#x3C;/font&#x3E;&#x3C;font style=&#x22;font-family: georgia,times new roman,times,serif; font-weight: bold;&#x22; size=&#x22;2&#x22;&#x3E;All Rights Reserved&#x3C;/font&#x3E;&#x3C;br&#x3E;&#x3C;br&#x3E;





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&#x3C;p class=&#x22;MsoNormal&#x22;&#x3E;Blood. So much. Pooling on the slate tiles
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&#x3C;p class=&#x22;MsoNormal&#x22;&#x3E;Jeffrey really is dead? &#x3C;/p&#x3E;

&#x3C;p class=&#x22;MsoNormal&#x22;&#x3E;I always assumed he&#x27;d outlive me. Mean people
are lucky that way.  But maybe that&#x27;s
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&#x3C;p class=&#x22;MsoNormal&#x22;&#x3E;Ohmigosh.&#x3C;/p&#x3E;

&#x3C;p class=&#x22;MsoNormal&#x22;&#x3E;My palm firmly pressed to my chest, I quiet
my erratic thoughts. A wave of dizziness sweeps over me. I set my purse aside
and grip the edge of the countertop. Experiencing a sense of giddiness makes me
wonder whether being in shock is possibly a good thing. Tears blur my vision.
An uncomfortable heat descends upon me; like the loathsome menopause that
plagued me for ten years. Ohmigosh, now I&#x27;m blubbering like an old fool.&#x3C;/p&#x3E;

&#x3C;p class=&#x22;MsoNormal&#x22;&#x3E;Jeffrey is gone? I can&#x27;t believe it. &#x3C;/p&#x3E;

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&#x3C;p class=&#x22;MsoNormal&#x22;&#x3E;Copyrighted &#xA9; 2006
J. Nowell Butler  &#x3C;br&#x3E;All Rights Reserved. &#x3C;/p&#x3E;

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&#x3C;p style=&#x22;text-align: left;&#x22; class=&#x22;MsoNormal&#x22;&#x3E;Ojibway Prayer&#x3C;/p&#x3E;













&#x3C;p class=&#x22;MsoNormal&#x22;&#x3E;Oh Great Spirit, &#x3C;br&#x3E;Whose voice I hear in the winds &#x2026;. &#x3C;br&#x3E;I need your wisdom
and your strength&#x2026;. &#x3C;br&#x3E;Make me wise, so that I may understand &#x3C;br&#x3E;What you have taught my people&#x2026; &#x3C;br&#x3E;Not to be superior to my brothers, &#x3C;br&#x3E;But to be able to fight my greatest enemy, &#x3C;br&#x3E;Myself.... &#x3C;/p&#x3E;

&#x3C;p class=&#x22;MsoNormal&#x22;&#x3E;-- Author Unknown &#x3C;/p&#x3E;

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&#x3C;p class=&#x22;MsoNormal&#x22; style=&#x22;text-align: justify;&#x22;&#x3E;My life as I had known it was
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&#x3C;p class=&#x22;MsoNormal&#x22; style=&#x22;text-align: justify;&#x22;&#x3E;This weekend I vowed to do more
than worry about the emptiness inside my bourgeois existence. I&#x27;d think about
who I really was and what I might do with the rest of my life. Wasn&#x27;t that the
new goal for the millennium: Defining your true self?&#x3C;/p&#x3E;

&#x3C;p class=&#x22;MsoNormal&#x22;&#x3E;April&#x2019;s warming sun rays slanted through the trees and left me
squinting. I reached for my sunglasses off the dash, inhaled brisk air laced with
the pulp mill&#x2019;s pungent fumes, a stench worse than rotten eggs, and closed my driver&#x27;s
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<description>Crystal Patience Gladstone Donovan is a woman blessed with fearlessness, intelligence, &#x26; something few of us could handle. The journey she&#x27;s thrust into borders on horrific by its stark realism. This could happen.

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<title>KISS OF THE ASSASSIN  ch. 1</title>
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&#x3C;p class=&#x22;MsoNormal&#x22; style=&#x22;text-indent: 0.25in;&#x22;&#x3E;Copyrighted &#xA9; 2006 J Nowell Butler&#x3C;/p&#x3E;&#x3C;p class=&#x22;MsoNormal&#x22; style=&#x22;text-indent: 0.25in;&#x22;&#x3E;All rights reserved &#x3C;/p&#x3E;

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&#x3C;p class=&#x22;MsoNormal&#x22; style=&#x22;text-indent: 0.25in; line-height: 150%;&#x22;&#x3E;Camera in hand, Valerie McCormick stepped from the
bus into intense daylight. She put on her sunglasses and crossed the grass to
the edge of the hill. Seattle&#x27;s skyline loomed in the distance like a
giant sandcastle. Closer in, waves rocked elegant yachts, sailboats, and
cruisers docked at brown scribbled wharves, jutting along the waterfront. Fifty
feet below her, a chain linked fence enclosed acres of quiet warehouses, buildings,
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&#x3C;p class=&#x22;MsoNormal&#x22; style=&#x22;text-indent: 0.25in; line-height: 150%;&#x22;&#x3E;Glancing over her shoulder to the city&#x27;s
air-conditioned bus disappearing into traffic, Valerie took off her wind-breaker,
zipped up the pocket stuffed with her wallet, and tied the jacket around her
waist. The driver had warned that if she missed the bus at the stop across the
street at ten to three, fifteen minutes from now, she&#x27;d have to wait an hour
for the ne...</description>
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