Warm Sun, Lazy Days

Reaching out, he pulled close the cheque book he'd brought for just this reason. "what would be a reasonable amount?" johnathan listed off a number. abortsford's face went white.

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A Morning to Remember

Putting all his will into it, johnathan tried his best to fall slack, let himself become an open book. he wasn't sure how well he accomplished it with his alien features. "thomas, i'm not a..."

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The Good Doctor Gone Bad

Pulling a book at random, johnathan was grateful to see it written in an old dialect of english. flipping the pages, the book itself was less telling than what had been scribbled in the margins.

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An Animal Passion

That was what all good damsels did in books. they encountered a beast and fell conveniently into his arms to later be saved by the hero. johnathan snorted at that idea.

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High Society Braggart

A moment later she was paging through her book. "i, uh, i have an account for your parents, but none for you." johnathan rolled his eyes.

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Dark Roads and High Winds

# Chapter 7: Dark Roads and High Winds Riding back down the unkept drive from the Talbot's home, it was only then Johnathan realized how much he'd had to drink at dinner. Unaccustomed to alcohol at the evening meal, Johnathan had drank with...

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And We Shall Tell the World

Placing the book he'd read last night aside, he closed his eyes and contemplated just what he was about to do.

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Tea and Crumpets in the Garden

# Chapter 4: Tea and Crumpets in the Garden Breakfast was a simple enough affair, consisting of little more than a thick oat porridge topped with cream and fruits purchased in the town market. It was, however, filling and left Johnathan feeling as...

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An Odder Feeling

His next question had been if it was that a book could not be of the unknown, if writing them in such a book would in fact make them known.

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An Odd Proposal

# Chapter 2: An Odd Proposal The rest of the day passed uneventfully enough. It wasn't until that evening that Johnathan saw Manson again. Sitting alone in the echoing dining room of the manor house, it still struck Johnathan as odd to sit at...

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Book tidbit

This is a piece from a book i'm writing. i would like to know if it's any good. the brambles brushed his scrawny arms as he trekked through the undergrowth, his mind becoming weary as he held tight to marcia's arm.

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