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		<title>Installment #11 Untitled Fantasy Novel</title>
		<description><![CDATA[From his viewpoint, Thonas could not see that Udorus had been standing not far off the trail, watching his reaction to the slaughter. “There they be, go on, take ‘em now and be done with it, and pay me what ye promised.”  The half-elf patted the dwarf on his shoulder and shook his head, “Not [...]]]></description>
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		<title>Installment #10 Untitled Fantasy Novel</title>
		<description><![CDATA[Once again, Christian’s sleep was not sound.  This time however, it was due to the throbbing in his head from yesterday morning’s exploits. His face was still swollen, but at least today, he could open his eye completely.  Blood still matted parts of his hair and the bruising continued to spread down past his chin. [...]]]></description>
		<link>http://mymarkontheweb.com/?p=117</link>
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		<title>Memories #2</title>
		<description><![CDATA[Cold December winds whispered to me and on them I heard his laughter.  White winter snow glistened across the ground, each flake reminding me of the sparkle in his eyes.  Ice sickles dripped, crying as I did for the loss of youth and love.  I was barely more than a girl when I watched them [...]]]></description>
		<link>http://mymarkontheweb.com/?p=120</link>
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		<title>Installment #9 Untitled Fantasy Novel</title>
		<description><![CDATA[“Several years back, I had resigned my position with the Lords Guard and decided to venture out on my own for some time.  I found myself in the forests south of Salaile, near the elfin city of El&#8217;leiterra.  I had never been there, but had of course heard tales of it as a child, and [...]]]></description>
		<link>http://mymarkontheweb.com/?p=115</link>
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		<title>Installment #8 Untitled Fantasy Novel</title>
		<description><![CDATA[While there was still blood seeping from Christian’s temple, most of it had dried, leaving his hair matted to the side of his head.  Blue-black bruises were erupting down the side of his face and his eye was nearly swollen shut.  He could still taste the blood in his mouth and the nausea of the [...]]]></description>
		<link>http://mymarkontheweb.com/?p=113</link>
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		<title>Installment #7 Untitled Fantasy Novel</title>
		<description><![CDATA[Thonas bolted upright from where he slept with pain searing through his head, and a trickle of blood on his lip.  He took a quick survey of his surroundings,  and realized Christian was gone.  He knew what the pain meant, he had for eighteen years felt many bumps, bruises and cuts that were not directly [...]]]></description>
		<link>http://mymarkontheweb.com/?p=111</link>
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		<title>Installment #6 Untitled Fantasy Novel</title>
		<description><![CDATA[Morning dawned with the sun shining brightly over the eastern sea. Rays of light glistened off the snowcaps of the mountain creating mini prisms of rainbow colors along the ridge. The air was crisp, and the wind had died down from the previous night. Everything was silent, the rest of the camp had yet to [...]]]></description>
		<link>http://mymarkontheweb.com/?p=105</link>
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		<title>Huntin&#8217; Dogs</title>
		<description><![CDATA[Here is a short essay I wrote many years ago, before I even started taking writing courses.  So, don&#8217;t be too critical..it&#8217;s just a funny story based on a real life situation. Living in the country.  So many desire it, so many enjoy it.  I’m not sure I’m one of them anymore.  Perhaps it’s because [...]]]></description>
		<link>http://mymarkontheweb.com/?p=108</link>
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		<title>Installment #5 Untitled Fantasy Novel</title>
		<description><![CDATA[The group stood on the edge of town looking out over the valley that would lead them to the Thunderridge Pass. Each of them inspecting one part of the wagon or another before they treaded off for the journey to Salaile.  Their caravan consisted of two wagons, four horses and a group of eight men.  [...]]]></description>
		<link>http://mymarkontheweb.com/?p=102</link>
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		<title>Installment #4 Untitled Fantasy Novel</title>
		<description><![CDATA[Christian found himself standing idly on the pier uncertain of whom he should approach looking for work. The smell of the salt water and call of the gull’s overhead distracted him from his mission.  While he grew up in Nanholve, the harbor was almost as foreign to him as another country.  His father had done [...]]]></description>
		<link>http://mymarkontheweb.com/?p=100</link>
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