Science Fiction Short #1

The harmonic sound of a lyre echoes throughout_the rosy joker_, stemming from captain's quarters: laughter, a rare concept to be found on this ship, rociel and her partner in great humors was what often saved countless millions from this sadistic pilot's

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a Werewolfs love - chapter 2

The fact that he was nearly two million made steve think they were all lyres. but he had heard rumors that once you reached the age of 25 or 30 you stopped aging and lived forever.

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Into the Africa Exhibit

Complaints that we don't take lyre city fast cards.

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True colours that I seek.

Sheen of the bronze-wing; blue of the crane; fawn and pearl of the lyre-bird's train; cream of the plover; grey of the dove - these are the hues of the land i love.

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Chapter 8: Diverging Paths

He was wiping down his new lyre when andrus sauntered over. the dragon had been absent during the last few performances, and senu had appreciated not having to deal with his provocations. it seemed his luck had run out in that regard.

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No More

With various-sounding golden lyre 'tis thine to fill the world with harmony divine. father of ages, guide of prosperous deeds, the world's commander, borne by lucid steeds.

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Family Ties: Hold

At the entrance to the hallway neirid seemed almost bigger than he had been as kyle, but that could have been the twelve-inch lyre shaped ivory horns piercing the air from his head. neirid's change was far more drastic than manya's had been.

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Lattes and Legends

Dolus had begin strumming his lyre and singing songs, back in the tavern-like area of the coffee-home, and much of the crowd attended the hypnotic strings and voice of the satyr.

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What the hell: Uneventful events (Part 2)

I don't think that's aloud in my house" lyre informed her deprived daughter with a smile. "ya jen did you hear that? not watching ncis isn't allowed in this house" "whatever...

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Sabre of Fox - prolouge

I will rather dance unrestrained, overturning tables, in the step of wild lyre and drums than to sad waltzes and slow music. i will rather smell of mead and gunpowder than of needless flower extracts. ah!

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