Once upon a time there was a young woman who was very deeply in love with a handsome prince. But, little known to her he was a coward and would not for anything be made to do any brave or wonderful acts. When the young woman, who's name was Felina, was captured by a giant, she wrote a letter, begging her love to save her. He never came, instead he ran to his father and begged him to send an army to rescue her. His father, the king, said that he could not spare any and would have to rescue her himself. But the prince was afraid and locked himself In his room for a week.

People are like birds. Sometimes the men are the peacocks with the big plumage and all of the little mousy female peacocks are coming up and drooling over them. Sometimes they’re like those awkward little birds that make a special dance for their favorite lady, and she heartlessly turns them down if she disapproves.
I guess that they could also be like preying mantises. I’ve seen girl after girl eat her boyfriend’s head.

When he had finally overtaken her, it was when he had turned a corner and she was waiting for him near a small building. It was house. And inside were several boys and an old man. Titus realized that this was a school.

NOTE

THE journey to Rome was most adventurous for Titus. It took several weeks at sea and Titus, being a Greek and living by the Aegean Sea, was an expert seaman. His father was also but Lampon and Deucalion were usually found having their breakfast and supper pouring into a bucket.

1: ...you've researched dragons more than geography.
2: ...you come up with stories surrounding names from street signs.
3: ...noises in the night scare you more because you invent a reason for them.
4: ...you've succeeded in creating your own version of english.
5: ...your friends aren't worried when you mention magic, death and war in normal conversation.
6: ...you have a secret christmas list for swords, armour and period clothing.
7: ...you have long conversations with yourself and your friends about whether or not magic is evil.

1. …you spend countless hours inventing an Elvish alphabet.
2. …you have an ongoing debate with a friend over whether dragons are irredeemably evil or not. *cough cough*
3. …you’re worried that the FBI might investigate you because you keep Googling things like combat strategy, defenses, fortifications, weaponry, explosives…
4. ...you mutter nonsense syllables to yourself, trying to decide if they sound Elvish or not.
5. …you interview an EMT and one of your questions involves a stabbed character in a subterranean environment.

1. When Tomorrow Ends
I understand, I think
Why it seems like you can’t see
I guess I’m just wondering
When the goodbyes stop
And when tomorrow ends

2. Just a Little Closer
I see you closing the space between us
Your smile close to my own
You’re close enough that I could
Run my hand along your lips
I sense mowed grass
And a feeling of apprehension
What does this truly mean?

OH MAN! I’M IN so much trouble!” Leo cried, running as fast as he could. His face wore misery, anxiety and worry. I wonder what's happened to her this time, Julius wondered. Last time she screamed like that was when she said she saw a shark in the neighbor’s kiddie pool while she was swinging over their fence.

Horace tripped over a log. “Ouch!” he cried. The Club stopped and looked back at him, waiting for Horace to get up. “Don’t worry guys,” Horace said, rubbing his knee. "I just bruised it a little. Go on ahead.”

Leo nodded.

“Come on guys,” Julius said.