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Week - 218
How to Enjoy Your Lucky Bone Necklace
by dancingpetal | | Description: We put our heads
together and came up with quite a few great (and not so great) ways to have
fun with your Lucky Bone Necklace instead of just throwing it away. Enjoy! |
| Week - 342
Heart of Ice
by dancingpetal | | Description: "Why should I listen to you, anyway? You can't be my master! You're not even a faerie!" |
| Week - 345
Pride, Prose, and Princes: Part One
by dancingpetal | | Description: So here I was, attending a rich-folks party in order to meet people who might hate me as soon as love me. "I think I'm going to be sick," I muttered... |
| Week - 346
Pride, Prose, and Princes: Part Two
by dancingpetal | | Description: Three humiliating rounds later, I had lost. And pitifully so. I'd only won one out of the four rounds, and I couldn't shake the feeling that he'd let me win that one... |
| Week - 347
Pride, Prose, and Princes: Part Three
by dancingpetal | | Description: "Sweet Jhudora's Cupcakes!" I switched off the water on the overflowing tub and mopped up the cobblestone... |
| Week - 348
Pride, Prose, and Princes: Part Four
by dancingpetal | | Description: A long white head scarf fluttered past us in the dusty wind. In pursuit of it was a lanky blue Kacheek, who was quite red in the face. "He'll never catch up with it. Let's help!" |
| Week - 349
Pride, Prose, and Princes: Part Five
by dancingpetal | | Description: I expected the prince to abandon us (with princely decorum, of course) as soon as we arrived, but he invited us to lunch... |
| Week - 350
Pride, Prose, and Princes: Part Six
by dancingpetal | | Description: I sighed happily, and after one last look, slipped the stack of papers into a large brown envelope. I'd take it to the copier's later... |
| Week - 351
Pride, Prose, and Princes: Part Seven
by dancingpetal | | Description: I groaned and shook my head. The last thing I wanted was more attention from royalty... |
| Week - 352
Pride, Prose, and Princes: Part Eight
by dancingpetal | | Description: "He was muttering to himself behind the Armory building, polishing a helmet. He spoke quietly and without expression, but even I can know true talent when I come across it..." |
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 My Dear Amelia
Oh, Amelia, how I miss you. I am not sure what has come to you – I can only imagine the worst...
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