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	<title>Fiction at Courage, my friend</title>
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	<description>by Chris Poirier</description>
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		<title>Twitter</title>
		<description><![CDATA[Hi all,

As I&#8217;m not particularly dependable on the hour of update, I&#8217;ve set up a Twitter account which I&#8217;ll try to keep up to date with my progress on the next episode.&#160; I&#8217;ll be putting notifications of delays and such there, instead of into the archive here.&#160; I&#8217;ve also added a widget on the side [...]]]></description>
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		<title>Winter Rain, part 38</title>
		<description><![CDATA[Keaira is running toward the house on the east trail, a hundred feet away, as I step out of the entrance way—a sleek, white and charcoal form I would recognize anywhere.&#160; Her long strides are fluid and graceful, two feet striking separately, then two together, as she bounds up the Hill towards the house.&#160; It [...]]]></description>
		<link>http://fiction.courage-my-friend.org/winter-rain/part-38/</link>
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		<title>Winter Rain, part 37</title>
		<description><![CDATA[The butler knocks on the door of the den, then leaves me to wait.&#160; It’s Keaira’s older brother, Cashel, who opens the door, a few moments later.&#160; “Come in”, he says, not even a hint of a smile.&#160; His six feet of solid muscle completely fill the doorway, and he steps back only a bit [...]]]></description>
		<link>http://fiction.courage-my-friend.org/winter-rain/part-37/</link>
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		<title>Winter Rain, part 36</title>
		<description><![CDATA[The gates are open as we pull up to Aiden’s mansion on The Hill.&#160; Brennan stops to let me out, then moves the car into a parking space to wait.&#160; I nod to the security guard as he steps out of the booth and approaches.

“Tiergan!” he exclaims and smiles.&#160; “Here to see Miss Keaira?”

A flicker [...]]]></description>
		<link>http://fiction.courage-my-friend.org/winter-rain/part-36/</link>
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		<title>Winter Rain, part 35</title>
		<description><![CDATA[Chapter 4

“Morning, Faolan,” I say as I step into the den.&#160; He glances up from some papers on his desk and motions to a chair—our eyes barely meet before he is back to his work.&#160; Whatever happened between us last night seems to have been for one night only.

As expected.

I nod to Brennan by the [...]]]></description>
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		<title>Winter Rain, part 34</title>
		<description><![CDATA[I feel raw.&#160; Empty.&#160; Like a fire has raged within, and left nothing but a dead, smoldering husk.

My arm has begun to ache in earnest now: the pain of deep swelling; the promise of more to come.&#160; My back, too, where Conlan scraped me.&#160; And where I rolled through broken glass.&#160; It’s always like this—nothing [...]]]></description>
		<link>http://fiction.courage-my-friend.org/winter-rain/part-34/</link>
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		<title>Winter Rain, part 33</title>
		<description><![CDATA[The question hangs in the air between us while he grins.

I can’t imagine how he knows.&#160; Or maybe he doesn’t know.&#160; Maybe he’s just guessing.&#160; Maybe he’s hoping I’ll confirm something for him.

I try to stay impassive, but I’m sure I’m giving away panic on my face.

He laughs.&#160; “Tara’s a bad liar, Tiergan.&#160; She had [...]]]></description>
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