

The Hidden PrincessOnce upon a time there was a king who had two sons. The older son was raised to be king after his father, and the younger son was jealous. Now, some princes would have tried to kill their brothers, or convince them to undertake impossible quests, but this prince wasn't like that. Finally one day he realized that if he wanted to become a king too he would have to find a crown princess to marry. So he said goodbye to his family, saddled up his horse, and set off into the world.The Hidden Princess
The prince traveled for many months, across many lands, but all the princesses he met were either too young, or too old, or too married for him. The one day


The Martyrdom of Saint Vivian The town was just a town like any other in the deep prairie. Its old wizards' tower had survived the revolution and had been converted into a church, marked with a neon Holy Disc that was nearly invisible against the metallic sky. Towering above it, a radio mast swayed gently in the dry breeze. There was a caravanserai at the edge of town, its clay walls hardened from decades in the hot sun; nevertheless, someone had driven metal poles into them, holding up a billboard: "Food Drinks Rooms Cheap".The Martyrdom of Saint Vivian
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Been thinking about you the past few days and realized "I have not talked to David in FOREVER AND EVER" so I poked you on facebook and then thought I'd comment here.
Not that I actually have anything intelligent to say, but when do I ever?
So, HIYA!
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If you can't laugh at yourself, you don't have the right to laugh at anyone else.
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"That's how it starts. Murder doesn't seem like a big deal, but then you end up lying, voting in elections... even selling your own books."
--Corso, in The Club Dumas by Arturo Perez-Reverte
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If you can't laugh at yourself, you don't have the right to laugh at anyone else.
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