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First off, this was something I wrote last week.  It's an old story and one that's in a world I've kicked around a few times.  If you've read Arian, it's that world.  It looks at long aged elves being raised in human cities and the conflicts there in.  The main character is a drow (different from R.A. Salvadore's cave dwelling sociopaths) and is struggling to find her place in the world.

I'm also making progress on Homelands and hope to have the next chapter out on the 13th.  I hope that both stories continue to entertain.  Thank you so very much for your support.  Every last bit is needed and appreciated in these difficult times.

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Drow 1 "Out of the way, elf!" Snapped the stevedore as he and his team loaded crates from the three masted schooner and on to the stone pier. Those five words could have summed up Zyrris's entire life. From the moment she'd been born, she'd been outside the normal life of Guldyrr, the human na...

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C_II_R

I have to say that was gripping; and a resonant tale of punishment from missed opportunity, cowardice, and not being able to figure out what the right thing to do is when you're surrounded by people who are better than you in one way or several.

Somber

It was okay? I'm glad. This has been a story I wanted to write for a while now. I'll stick with it if you guys want.