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The Proud Princess and the Ring

Evening fell and the largest ballroom in the palace was primed for the celebration. A quartet of musicians stood in a nook and created magnificent melodies. People in glittering jewels and gleaming satin danced on polished parquet floors. Diamonds, crystals,

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The Proud Princess and the Masked Mage

I found a fairy tale I wrote in Czech, so for fun I’m going to translate parts of it every week. It’s very simple (don’t expect literary titillation here), but so far it’s fun! So here you go… Once upon

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Books That Hurt

We’ve probably all read books that hurt to read. They make us cry when they confront hard losses. They make us uncomfortable when they confront hard issues. They make us weep, make us squirm. Those books also hurt to write.

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Toxin

You betrayed me, Cezelia. * Yes, Drayven… I did. But you betrayed me first. * How? What did I do that you stand there now and watch me forced to bow at their mercy? I know you’re watching… * I

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Perfectly Scarred: A Story Told in Text & Images

It begins with two worlds. One couple. Their roles reversed. This isn’t the story of the assassin, but of the innocent in the world she dreamed of, where he is the one who is wrecked. She was unloved and lived

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Inked Dreams on My Heart

There’s a city under Haven. Steel skeletons of buildings soar there in jagged spikes: the ruins of a magnificent underground metropolis, lit up by millions of tiny blue lights like bioluminescent plankton. The same blue bioluminescence spirals up in small

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First Kiss in Sunlight

Let me tell you part of my story: He’s walking beside me through a fiberglass forest of snowy grass, where ripples of sunlight crisscross the forest floor in gem-like pools and white boughs sway overhead like sleepy children. Semitransparent leaves above

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Someone Else, Please Control Me

I was on the verge of a panic attack. I hadn’t been able to find the door of the club The Rabbit Hole where I was supposed to meet my friends. I froze and stared off into space while standing

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Wicked Winter Took Him

Her breath comes in fragments of forest air as she stumbles through drifts of snow. She has to get to him. With every inhalation, the cold rips through her throat and into her lungs like a thousand frozen burrs shredding

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The Human Has Left – OR – When to Self-Destruct Your Dream

The human has left the flat. Don’t tell her I got my paws on her computer. Zulejka here. In case you don’t know who I am, allow me to enlighten you. Here are some of my more delightful moments when

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Sonya Lano

Sonya Lano

Owner of two cats and huge dreams and author of any kind of love story so long as wild stuff is going on...

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