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		<title>Dragon Gifts: Chapter Thirteen</title>
		<description><![CDATA[&#8220;And you&#8217;re sure they&#8217;re holding her here?&#8221; Gina asked. She pointed at a spot marked on the map. It was apparently the location of a warehouse in a neighboring city not far from where they were now. At least, they&#8217;d told her it was a city. Oversized town seemed more accurate. &#8220;Seeing as how they [...]]]></description>
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		<title>Dragon Gifts: Chapter Twelve</title>
		<description><![CDATA[It was a crisp autumn day and the sky was that odd blue gray haze, the sort that was not quite cloudy and not quite clear, but some subtle blend of both. Fortunately, the sun took away the worst of the chill. She didn&#8217;t even really need a jacket, though her aunt had somehow managed [...]]]></description>
		<link>http://www.diastelo.org/rhetoric/ideablog/?p=155</link>
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		<title>Dragon Gifts: Chapter Eleven</title>
		<description><![CDATA[&#8220;She&#8217;s awake,&#8221; Daniel yelled. &#8220;Ow, ow, owwww,&#8221; Gina muttered. Her head hurt something fierce and her body felt like a giant bruise. She rolled over, half asleep and pulled a pillow over her head. &#8220;Go away,&#8221; she mumbled, then again in a louder voice when she sensed he hadn&#8217;t moved. A second set of footsteps [...]]]></description>
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		<title>Now Playing &#8220;Dragon Gifts&#8221;&#8230;</title>
		<description><![CDATA[Like what you see? Start at the beginning.]]></description>
		<link>http://www.diastelo.org/rhetoric/ideablog/?p=148</link>
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		<title>Dragon Gifts: Chapter Ten</title>
		<description><![CDATA[The effect was immediate. An answering shout erupted from behind her and she could hear the sounds of pounding feet. Her reinforcements, she hoped. Let them be armed, she prayed. The dragons had stopped their advance mid stride, watching her every breath with wary eyes. The dragons were afraid of her, she realized. Why? Her [...]]]></description>
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		<title>Dragon Gifts: Chapter Nine</title>
		<description><![CDATA[Gina was starving. Her aunt had worked her straight through lunch and most of breakfast, and her uncle had certainly given her a workout. Two, actually, if she counted her archery lessons with Tristan. The archery hadn&#8217;t hurt much at the time, but her back and shoulders ached something fierce from the strain of pulling [...]]]></description>
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		<title>Dragon Gifts: Chapter Eight</title>
		<description><![CDATA[Drawing the bow was a clumsy affair. She couldn&#8217;t position it the way she liked and it tangled up in her hands. It didn&#8217;t seem fair, not after the ease in which she&#8217;d tackled the sword, and she could actually remember enjoying archery as a child. She glanced at her uncle, to see what he [...]]]></description>
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		<title>Dragon Gifts: Chapter Seven</title>
		<description><![CDATA[She woke to a dark room, lit only by the last few rays of sunlight filtering through the tiny window behind her. Mindful of her head, she half rolled half crawled to the foot of the bed and sat up carefully. Her mother was lying there beside her on the other bed, snoring softly, and [...]]]></description>
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		<title>Dragon Gifts: Chapter Six</title>
		<description><![CDATA[Dragons. Real live fire breathing&#8212; no, that wasn&#8217;t right&#8212; fire casting dragons. Definitely not human, in any case. They cast magic as easily as breathing, were only vulnerable to swords and knives, and they lived forever. Well, unless someone killed them first. Gina barely noticed as her Aunt Claudia shooed her children out into the [...]]]></description>
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		<title>Dragon Gifts: Chapter Five</title>
		<description><![CDATA[There was a flurry of exchanged greetings and hugs before everyone sat back down again around the table. It was a tight fit, but they managed somehow, and no sooner had they sat down than her Aunt Claudia began to dole out the food. She monopolized the conversation as she did so, shooting Gina questions [...]]]></description>
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