I don’t hunt and peck.
I can type, it is clear
I don’t need all my fingers
I don’t need lines and methods and training
or words per minute.

Thank you everyone for reading this story! Here you go, chapters 20-22 and the Epilogue!! Remember, please, i never got a chance to really edit this, but here it is! As AP goes away next month, i am SO HONORED i got to be on here long enough to post my entire novel!!! Thank you so much, Ben! Its been a great adventure ;-)

in honor of the 2009 Father-Daughter cookout. 

Chapter Ten

James Stevenson, father, laywer, lover, brother and son was falling apart. His daughter had gone missing from her hospital bed, and he was frought with worry beyond his imagination. 

"We don't know what could have happened," a friendly nurse assured him, patting his shoulder. She shot him a timid smile. "But we'll work it out. She may have just gotten up and gotten confused. This hospital is very big. We have all our avaliable staff searching every square inch this minute." 

Chapter One: Back to the Beginning

Julian shivered in the darkling downpour that had cemented his hair to his forehead for the past two days. His tunic, once blue and gold, cleaved to his knees in tatters. All he could wish for that night was a dry place to lie down. Likely to die, he thought, his long eyelashes swiping at the rain in his eyes. Every story ends with—

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The attack came swiftly, soon after Varian and Solvar had gone back up on the wall. The men had sen nothing, but a dragon had suddenly reared from sleep and shrieked, "They are coming!"
Varian grabbed the wall and leaned over it, straining his eyes into the darkness. The river rippled calmly in the moonlight and the stretch of land beteen it and the fortress looked deserted.
"I cannae see anythin'," he whispered to Solvar.
Solvar's hand tightened on the battlement. "Look at the river. I dinnae think it looks right."

  People stare at you for a while and then come up and ask if you are Catholic or Mormon, or if any of them are multiples or are adopted.

  You have never had your own room.

  You know how to cook a full meal by the time you're a teenager.

  Your family has a big, white, 15-passenger van, plus two smaller cars.

  You can change diapers at ten.

  You can babysit by the time you're eleven or twelve.

  You have one regular computer and four to six laptops.

Beep, beep! Nicole's cell phone rang impatiently. Nicole flicked it open.

“Hello?...Oh, hi!...Not tonight...Friday?...Maybe...Oh?...Ok, sure!...Bye!”

Nicole turned to her companion, a girl of seventeen.

“He asked me! He finally asked me!”

The other girl flicked her dark blonde hair as she turned to her brunette friend.

“He did! What'd he say?”