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The Steam Gobbling Goblin.

The steam gobbling goblin as his name implies
Has a rare addiction for it is steam that he imbibes.
If you ever visit and are asked,
"Would you like tea?"
You will have to be quite patient,
For as it is plain to see,
He never fills his teapot.
For at the kettle spout
His condensation snout
With an effervescent air
...

The Island (words 2889)

They called him Reaver. Reaver the undead hunter, Reaver the lich slayer. If only they knew the truth of the matter...

Their mission was simple, destroy Ramathica, before he, it, became unstoppable. Fail, and none would escape a scourge of life while the abomination built its army of undead to conquer all the realms. A few stood in his way, Reaver amongst them, as always with Cronos the dreadwolf at his side.

The beast lay unmoving ...

The fat gaoler forcefully shoved Arden down the few remaining steps, almost sending him stumbling to the floor. Arden just about managed to maintain his footing. The immediacy of the cold stone beneath his bare feet sent a jerking shiver through his whole body. He disguised it as best he could. 'Arden Evers, meet your home for the next six moons.' The gaoler chuckled to himself, as he bent to remove the shackles from around Arden's ankles. In the dim light not much could be seen. Only a wide ...

“Your mother doesn’t know you’re up, does she?” Lord Gallow leaned against the doorway, still in his evening attire. His smile hinted at conspiracy as he looked on his daughter. She was curled up in his favorite chair with a book propped on her knees. On the table beside her were several more.

“That’s why I’m in your study,” she replied.

Kate was pale, like her father, and had his gray eyes. The black hair and small nose she inherited from her mother, and the long face ...

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They spun through the air like snowflakes, glinting in the light and turning over and over as they fell. All around them the fire sent ripples of light over their sharp edges and turned the glass fragments into prisms.

The blaze had become instantly uncontrollable. Whoever had planted the explosives arranged everything perfectly and when the station had erupted it bloomed like a flower – a flower with petals of glass and flame, with leaves of charcoal and a stem of twisted iron shards. ...

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