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I have 34 stories published in 2 collections on the site.
My stories have been read 32595 times and 2 of my stories have been cherry picked.

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Cade 7 & 8

By Tova7 on Sat, 25 Nov 2006

The wretchedness of her spirit's echo was so discordant Gainrel had to keep from gritting his teeth. She was a willing medium of the dead, or so she thought. What she actually was happened to be far different. She was a conduit for evil. Any one who called out to the dargons were almost always consumed by them eventually. Their lives driven into total madness by the never ending tortures of the very ones they called to befriend.
Other Fiction
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Certificate PG

Cade 5 & 6

By Tova7 on Sat, 25 Nov 2006

Gainrel nodded. "The merchant is not your priority. Your human is part of prophecy Mikael. Many will be the days when you must turn your righteous wrath from an evil opponent to guard your charge. It is their intent to draw your attention from your duties leaving your human vulnerable.
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Certificate PG

Cade 3&4

By Tova7 on Sat, 25 Nov 2006

Rotta studied the man's face hard. Max was her partner in crime and her sometimes lover. He grew up on the streets with her and was everything a man of the streets could be, ruthless, brutal, strong, cunning and alternately stupid. Her eyes narrowed. If he was lying, if the so called Wardex returned, she'd slit Max's throat herself. In the meantime, she had other uses for Max. She smiled and the robe slipped to the floor. She took a great deal of satisfaction in Max's reaction. "Well then, dead is dead she purred. "Spread the fur out Max, and let's give it some new memories.
Other Fiction
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Certificate U

Cade Chapter 1 & 2

By Tova7 on Sat, 25 Nov 2006

He slid Magus slowly back into its worn leather sheath on his back and looked up into the biting glare of the two suns. Thirst burned deep in his throat. A fitting punishment he thought. He gauged the time of day by their positions and started walking east. He would return to the hasma and to Rotta, yes that was her name. Dear sweet Rotta who could not keep her hands to herself. Maybe, if she were lucky, he'd leave her hands.
Autobiography
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Certificate U

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