"I guess we may as well go, it's not like we've got anyting left to do here." Jonacin said to Celia. He picked up his detached arm and flung it into the woods. Then he went over to his horse, and after struggling for a couple of minutes, managed hauled himself into the saddle. He looked ovver at the others. "Come on then, lets ride"
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 D�anaim smaoineamh, d� bhr� sin, t�im ann - Descartes Only the dead have seen the end of war ~ Plato Fairy tales do not tell children the dragons exist. Children already know that dragons exist. Fairy tales tell children the dragons can be killed. - G.K. Chesterton EnsamVarg
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