A married woman committed suicide 6 months after marriage...no one knows why, but she left journals in which she wrote her reasons for killing herself and she named the journals being a Mrs.

A married woman is found dead 6 months after marriage...no one knows why, but she left journals which were discovered by a stern inspector. Whilst trying to crack the case the inspector is drawn into a game of lies, deception, scandal and violence, will he be able to crack the case In time?

Arial waited for Harold to leave and pulled her lunch out of the small refrigerator by her desk. She had decided with her workload, and meeting Adryn tonight that having a meal at her desk would make the most sense. As she laid out the fruit, cheese, and crackers she glanced at the phone. She was feeling a bit naughty and wondered if she could catch Mr. 1288 at his extension. 

She almost talked herself out of making the move, but her fingers weren't listening and dialed. 

One buzz, Two buzz

"Hello, Ms. Right," came that sexy baritone she was sure would feature in her dreams for the rest of her natural life. 

"Hi back at you."

"Are you on lunch?" He asked.

"I am. I hope I'm not disturbing you."

"Not at all, I have just a little bit before I have to go to another long meeting this afternoon."

"Do you spend a lot of time in meetings?"

"Right now I do. I'm just here temporarily on a big production project, and borrowing this extension."

"Oh, are you on the voiceover audio project. I've heard there is an exciting new technology launching by the company soon, and I'm so excited to see what it means for us."

"I am doing voice-over work, and enjoying the challenge a lot."

"Challenge? Can't you read well." She was suddenly worried. She would think that a voice-over actor had the easiest job. Reading books all day for a living would be a dream for her over any other role she could have. 

"It's not just reading. Think about this, if I was to simply read say this line: Mary had a little lamb, his fleece was white as snow. Pretty boring right, but about how we all read aloud."

"Yeah."

"Now, the same line," he said but turned his sexy voice on full throttle and repeated. She seriously had never had a nursery rhyme sound so wonderful, she wished she could climb through the phone and paw all over him. 

"Yep," she replied trying to keep her voice calm. "Definitely see the difference."

"Voice acting."

"You are really good at that," she agreed.

"Tell me what you do?"

"I transcribe for a famous author," she said trying to keep some mystery into her identity, though if he tried from her extension he could figure out who she was. "He talks and I make it readable for audiences."

"Do you enjoy writing?"

"It is all I ever wanted as a kid. I had these aspirations of writing the next great novel?"

"And have you?"

Arial thought back to the manuscript that she had finally finished two months back. It was blood, sweat, experience and about thirty rewrites worth of her time. She thought it was perfect, but hadn't even been brave enough to let Adryn read it. 

"I have written a couple of novels, but one in particular I think could be good."

"Great, is it something I can find on Amazon?"

"No! I haven't published it."

"Now, that is just wrong. A good book kept in a closet, where no one can read it. What do you think would happen if you just let one person take a peek between the covers?"

Arial had to consider the question. Rejection. That was the worst thing that could happen. She had this overwhelming sense of doom throughout her life, whenever she faced a situation in which rejection was a possible outcome. Speeches, homework, writing assignments in college and the list went on and on. She definitely played it safe, but couldn't quite get to the point of trying something that brave. 

"What is your worst fear?" She was going to try and get him to understand. 

"Hmmm, okay this is going to sound crazy, I know but I hate eating alone in a restaurant. I have literally gone hungry before rather than end up eating alone when I am out of town for business."

"Okay, so if I said to you just get over that could you?"

He was silent for a long moment. "I'll make you a deal. I will promise to eat out this evening, all by myself as I don't have plans and in exchange you hand that novel to one person to read. A friend, parent, I don't care - just a single soul and allow them to read it."

She had to stop the panic that tried to rise up and choke her, she pulled opened her drawer to stare into her messenger bag. There is was, neatly bound and always with her. She had tried more than once to give it to Adryn, who begged to read it. Maybe, in an effort to help a stranger to overcome his fear she could do this?

"You have a deal."

"Oh crap, I thought for sure you would say no!"

"Seriously," she asked exasperated. 

"No, you have a deal. And I want details of exactly who, when and how this exchange occurs."

"And I want menu choices, dessert selection and choice of beverage. Maybe make it a game, so I can try and figure out where you dine."

"You are on. Hey, I gotta run," he said. 

"I should finish my lunch also, and get back to my transcription."

"Until later Ms. Right."

"Until later Mr. 1288."

"Huh, I like it."

"Well, I have to call you something," she said glad he couldn't see the eye roll and smirk she was putting out. 

"Bye."

"Bye," she replied and returned the phone to its cradle. 

She glanced down one last time at the manuscript in her bag, sweetly nestled in the drawer. Inhaling, she tried to not think about it. She could do this. He was right, what was the worst that could happen. Adryn knew all her secrets, so if that ended up including her inability to truly write no matter her aspirations, so be it!

She did chuckle just lightly thinking about his face when she presented him this holy grail, as he of all people knew her reticence at having others read her writing. Nothing had made it beyond her eyes in years, journals, novel drafts and the like were guarded like Fort Knox by her. Maybe, this could be liberating. Who knew today she releases her writing to one human, tomorrow she tries skydiving. No, probably not skydiving that seemed careless but there were other safe things she might be convinced to do with more confidence. 

She glanced at the phone and smiled. Mr. 1288 might just be the best thing that happened to her this year!

When Arial calls the wrong extension at work, she find a voice on the other end she wants to call again or maybe he could be the one she was looking for all along.

Su Jiafu performed surgeries with Ling Ran until evening arrived. They slept in the hospital for a few hours and woke up at three o'clock in the morning to anesthetize the man who was built like a mountain. When he did, a feeling of happiness rose in his heart…
Anesthetizing one person meant he accumulated one medical case, and if he anesthetized another, he got himself another medical case… It was never as easy to gather medical cases when he performed surgeries with the other surgeons.
Usually, surgeons would not continuously perform microsurgeries one after another.
Take, for example, chief physicians from departments such as the Neurosurgery Department. A chief physician from the Neurosurgery Department would normally be a person who was nearly sixty. If he started his surgery at nine at night, he would only finish with the craniotomy at around ten. Then, he would finish the entire surgery languidly, and he would waste away his entire midnight just like that. Once he went home to rest, the operating theater would be given to an associate chief physician in his early fifties. That associate chief physician would begin his own surgery at one o'clock in the morning and would only be done with the patient's craniotomy at two or three o'clock in the morning. By the time he finished his surgery, he could forget about going home.
After staying up late this way for an entire night, when the two doctors went to work the next day, they would at most be able to perform one surgery before they reached their limit. Anesthetists were not that tired, but even if they wanted to anesthetize someone else, they would not have the chance to do so.
The level of complexity for a finger replantation surgery was lower, but it was equally tiring and hard.
There were few surgeons who were willing to perform finger replantation surgeries every day, and there were even fewer doctors who could perform finger replantations every day. 
However, Ling Ran was unlike most people.
When he performed surgeries using the M-Tang technique in the past, he could perform eight to ten cases per day, and he did so with ease as well as delight. Right then, even as he performed finger replantations, he could still wake up at three every day, plus his scalpel never stopped making incisions.
Anesthetists naturally loved such efficiency the most.
Ling Ran once again completed two finger replantation surgeries from three o'clock in the morning till noon, making Su Jiafu so happy that he shivered from head to toe.
"Doctor Ling, I finished the outline of the research paper during my free time. Come have a look." Su Jiafu originally did not intend to let Ling Ran look at the outline. A doctor giving out medical cases so that his or her name could be written in the research paper was basically an equivalent exchange. It was not much of a working relationship.
However, it was different now. Ling Ran gave him a very good research direction. Ling Ran even got Su Jiafu his funds and managed to get the medical cases he wanted to be arranged for him. He also personally operated on all of them. Hence, there was no way Su Jiafu could be stingy in sharing his outline.
Besides, Ling Ran may even have better ideas.
The duo sat in the waiting room and talked about the outline while they munched on pork trotters.
Ling Ran did not have an ounce of understanding when it came to anesthesiology, but his understanding of finger replantations surpassed that of what was written in the outline. He read through the outline quietly for a few minutes before he stripped off every shred of meat from the pork trotter with a surgical knife. Ling Ran exhaled and said, "There's no problem in the other areas, but is the number of samples too few? You're planning on using only twelve medical cases?"
"We have to wait a long time to even gather up twelve cases. We're already very lucky to get four medical cases today. I don't even know how long we'll take to gather up the other eight…" Even though Su Jiafu said those things, he still cast his eyes on Ling Ran.
If he were the one gathering the medical cases, he would definitely end up spending a lot of time doing so.
Even if the Department of Anesthesiology worked with him and had him stay in the Emergency Department or sent him to the Hand Surgery Department, he might not necessarily find many cases that met his requirement. He needed patients who suffered from vaso-occlusive crisis, and even if he encountered some, it was unknown if they fit into his requirements…
Ling Ran, on the other hand, was different. He chose his patients based on the many medical cases he had at his disposal.
Under Su Jiafu's expectant gaze, Ling Ran moved to open his mouth to speak, but he heard Lu Wenbin cough by the side and say, "Doctor Su, we're going to end up dead tired if we perform so many cases. Where do you intend to publish your paper?"
Su Jiafu was momentarily stunned by the question before he softly said, "Of course I'm aiming for the core journals."
"Chinese core journals?" Lu Wenbin followed up with another question.
"The Key Magazine of China Technology is considered one of them, right?" Su Jiafu replied weakly.
Periodic journals were in fact, a databank. The Chinese core journal's full name was A Guide to the Core Journals of China, and since Peking University Library was the pioneer in this project, it was also known as the Catalogue of Journals of the National Peking University Library. Through a series of data and judgments, Peking University Library could determine which Chinese periodic journals were to be entered into their databank. The research papers published in these journals were said to be published in core journals.
In comparison, the Key Magazine of China Technology pointed to the China Science and Technology Journal Database. Most people believed that the Key Magazine of China Technology was less illustrious than the National Peking University Library's Catalogue of Journals, which was also why it was easier for people to have their articles published in it.
Su Jiafu looked at Ling Ran before he added. "The Key Magazine of China Technology is considered an A-list journal in our hospital, it'll be good enough."
The A-list, B-list, and C-list journals were decided by the departments. When the inner circle of Yun Hua Hospital wanted to employ a doctor who had no connections to the hospital, the associate chief physicians they wanted to employ would have to have published an article in an A-list journal, while the chief physicians they wanted to employ would have to have published two articles in A-list journals. The attending physicians they wanted to employ would also have to have published an article in a B-list journal. Furthermore, whenever they graded the medical staff every year, the marks given to the staff would also differ based on the ranks of the journals their articles were published.
Naturally, this was the most basic guideline. Each department had its own policies. For example, the Emergency Department did not ask too much of their medical staff, but the elite Hand Surgery Department required their associate chief physicians to publish articles in the SCI.
The Department of Anesthesiology used the standards of the hospital to grade their staff. Because of it, to Su Jiafu and Ling Ran, if they only wanted to gain academic titles via publishing research papers, they could do so with the power of an A-list journal.
However, Lu Wenbin pursed his lips and said, "Doctor Ling published an article in one of the journals under China before. You're only thinking about publishing in the Key Magazine of China Technology, but you're using him as your own personal worker, you know?"
Journals under China meant that the journals were created by China itself. These journals were sponsored by the Chinese Medical Association. Their influence was quite high. Many of the journals under them had an even higher standard than SCI itself, which meant that it was even more difficult to publish articles in those journals. In the medical world, these journals were ranked even higher than core journals.
Su Jiafu could not help but blush. He said, "I know that Doctor Ling once published an article in Chinese Critical Care Medicine, but are you going to ignore braised pork after eating squid and sea cucumbers?"
"That analogy of yours is…" Lu Wenbin turned his head around and looked at his pork trotters, and he felt that constantly belittling braised pork was not good.
"I'd want to publish articles in journals under China as well if I can." Su Jiafu was slightly older. He began using his mind, which had scored him over six hundred marks during the college entrance examinations, to think. He quietly brought out his phone, scanned the QR code beside the pork trotter, and bought four pork trotters in one go. He then split it up between Ling Ran, Lu Wenbin, Ma Yanlin, and himself before he said with a smile, "I was thinking about it this way. Let's gather up materials first. With medical cases as a foundation, I can write the article. At that time, if I have hopes of publishing the article in journals under China, then I'll send it to those journals. If I don't have hopes of getting them published in those journals, then I'll publish it in Chinese core journals. If both are impossible, I'll definitely publish it in the Key Magazine of China Technology. At least we won't be wasting our time that way."
He already made a promise earlier that he would place Lu Wenbin and Ma Yanlin as second authors. To Ma Yanlin the houseman, this was naturally a joyous piece of news, but it was clearly not enough to bring Lu Wenbin over to his side.
After all, being placed as second authors in an article did nothing to help a person gain an academic title. In a utilitarian standpoint, being placed as the second author was only a show. At most, it simply added to the number of times a person was relegated as the second author in articles.
However, when he looked at the pork trotter in his hand, Lu Wenbin became a little docile. He looked towards Ling Ran and asked, "Doctor Ling, what do you think?"
"How many medical cases do you think you need to publish your article in a journal under China?" Ling Ran asked casually, but that question stunned the trio so much that their eyelids twitched.
"Around… thirty to forty, and we also need to conduct follow-ups. We should be able to get the article in a journal under China by then." Su Jiafu gritted his teeth before he continued. "Let me handle the follow-up. You just need to gather up enough medical cases."
Before Ling Ran could even nod, a flash of golden light shone ahead of him.
[Mission: Fifty amputated finger replantation surgeries]
[Mission reward: Intermediate Treasure Chest]
Ling Ran's expression did not change. He said, "Let's do fifty cases. Then I'll leave the rest to you."
Once he was done talking, Ling Ran finished up his pork trotter, brought out his phone, and under the trio's terrified gazes, he called Huo Congjun.
"Department Director Huo, we just finished our discussion. We'll be doing fifty finger replantation surgeries. Yes. The requirements will be the same as before… We can also gather together these medical cases and materials to write a research paper in the point of view of the Hand Surgery Department… Alright, fifty finger replantation surgeries and two articles!"
Ling Ran put down his phone and said to Lu Wenbin and Ma Yanlin in a composed manner, "Go and take a nap. The new patients will be arriving by noon."
"Aren't you tired?" When Lu Wenbin asked this question, the corners of his lips quivered.
"Me? I feel like I'm filled with energy right now." By that, Ling Ran meant that he currently had one hundred and ten Energy Serums in his storage. 　


Ling Ran, a med school senior, begins to see the world like a game UI. He uses it to pave his way towards graduation, a residency, becoming the greatest doctor in the world... And finally getting a Transformer from his newbie packs? Maybe. We don't know yet.

CGC REMAINS ON TOP, MONTREALS ON THE RISE
Ziggy had been staring at the newspaper for a while. For the last three months, the news was all flooded with L Empire's controversies and downfall. L Empire right then was barely coping up in the business world and was struggling to get by. Ziggy predicted that soon, they will declare bankruptcy.
He put the newspaper down and looked through the window where he sees nothing but clouds and the view of whole South, getting smaller and smaller as seconds pass. He was in a private plane right then and was bound to go to somewhere far, for good. With everything that occurred, he was thoroughly decided to leave the country and start anew overseas with Ang but they had to wait for three months to make that happen.
They were not safe anywhere in this country and last three months of hiding had been rough for them, he was hoping that this new life abroad will give them the relief and peace they all needed.
"Look here young sire," Ang called his attention, "I found this old newspaper where the Little Miss' suicide was published,"
Ziggy turned to give the article a glance and his expression cannot be painted.
"It's mentioned here that she jumped off the cliff," Ang read. Just after few days of hiding, they heard about Xhemin's death and of course, both of them were mortified with it.
"Life had been cruel with her," Ziggy lamented while the memory of his best friend past into his mind "No one can blame her with the choices she made by then,"
"May the Little Miss find peace," Ang gave a deep sighed. They all had gone through many things the past few months and the successive tragedies had exhausted them to the full and dried all their tears. "Did you find anything on the journals Dr. Miles left you?"
"I'm not finished reading it all," Ziggy confessed. He managed to take all of Dr. Miles journals from Richmond Ranch few days after he and Xhemin planned to escape.
At Dr. Miles deathbed, he gave Ziggy some adoption papers and attached to it was Dr. Miles' copy of his last will and testament. Ziggy did not really think much care about the papers as they were all just copies and he knew, Mr. Cheng probably had the originals.
However, when he got the chance to read the will, he was intrigued with the paragraph that mentioned all of the late doctor's journals that he entrusted to the youngest sire. It was kept hidden in a vault inside Richmond Ranch and the number combination wasn't mentioned in the will, but it was something Ziggy knew well. Dr. Miles intentionally did not leave a number combination for he knew Ziggy would pick up the numbers he used right away.
Back then, when Ziggy and Dr. Miles play number puzzles, Dr. Miles always pick the same set of numbers to start off all the time and Ziggy knew that those numbers were the key to his vault.
Ziggy knew Dr. Miles wanted him to keep those journals because something important was in there, so he wasted no time and ransacked Dr. Miles home office one night. He took all the journals, forcing them all onto a bag as well the pot of Acamilla Apparaus that coincidentally, Father Ang put on the same room after Xhemin entrusted it to him.
"I see, how about—" Ang's words were cut off when a beautiful steward entered their cabin and hesitantly approached them.
 "Any problem?" Ang asked her.
The steward bit her lips and was looking shameful. She was asked to attend to two of Ang and Ziggy's two precious baggage and it seemed that she was having problems with it.
"I think I already know why you are here," Ang hollered when he heard the commotion from the other cabin "Young sire, I'll go and stay in the other cabin,"
"Thank you, Ang," Ziggy smiled at Ang. The boy had been a great help to him especially that Ang was used to a hard life and so he adjusted to new responsibilities easily, unlike Ziggy who was raised as a young sire,  he was certainly having problems adjusting the new life that was forced on them.
Ang left with the steward and Ziggy was left alone. He stood from his seat to grab other readings when he noticed a familiar leather bag Ang hand carried with him. This was the backpack he took from Richmond Ranch the night he ransacked it.
He pulled the bag and opened it and carefully took all the journals from it. There were several and Ziggy had read few of them already but found nothing significant aside from Dr. Mile's surgery techniques he scribbled in there. He thought of reading what's left since their flight would take a while before they land. He was running through all the journal covers when one journal fell into the floor. Unlike all the others, its color was different and probably older than the rest. All of Dr. Miles' journals were all covered black, the one that fell was colored blue, dark blue.
Ziggy picked it up and frowned. He turned the first page and read.
This journal belonged to Dr. Melvin Dugmoch, Rivendell graduate year 18**.
"Dr. Melvin Dugmoch?" Ziggy thought, "Dr. Miles' son?"
Ziggy thought that Dr. Miles might have kept his son's journal as a keepsake. Curious as to Dr. Melvin's journey, he decided to read on it and so he put all the journals back to bag and leaned on his seat comfortably.
He stared at the pages for long, wondering what wonders and surprises was written in there. Dr. Miles rarely mentioned his son to them, and he and his best friends only knew few things about Dr. Melvin.  
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So, Volume II has officially ended and let me thank you for your continuous support. We had gone through hell with this volume and I admit, in this volume we had nothing but heart breaks. But this volume was meant as the climax, that's why it was so intense. 
So, we are starting off with Volume III which would only consists of few chapters but probably the most mind blowing and most worthy to read. Hope this volume will answer all of our questions. This volume was meant to clear off everything.
The Volume IV (I know you all wanted this) will be last, so make sure to wear your seatbelts with me on this journey.
Keep reading and thank you for always encouraging me!


Warning: Amazingly, absurdly and deliriously funny chaps ahead. Read and laugh at your own risk.

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"You are one of my many dreams, and the only dream I wish I should have chased desperately" 

Darryl Lemmuel was an aspiring engineer. There was only one word to describe him—exceptional.

He was the only male heir of the Lagdameo clan and the future of L Empire. Apart from that, he was rumored to be financially independent at the age of eight, tricked the present president of L empire—his father— into agreeing with his terms and left home at the age of sixteen to live on his own. He broke all the socialite’s rule to have a good taste of adventure! 

Xhemin Lae Dugmoch was a struggling botanist.

Enrolled in an A-list school, she knew nothing but books, experiments and strawberries. As the granddaughter of a retired famous doctor, Xhemin was very keen in keeping her profile low as per her granddad's wishes. Nobody in the elite community knew that she existed and that her grandfather’s corporation— Feather HealthCare had an heir.

One witty heir and one crazy strawberry girl; their predicament started when their life got tangled up against each other in a conference.

HE suddenly became her target prey.

And SHE was a little trouble not worthy of his attention.

The trouble he soon learned to want— so desperately and dearly wanted.

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After a long hiatus, daily updates resumes today (Feb 24, 2019 EST)

Chapter release: 14 Chapters a week 
Regular Updates will be release at 4AM and 4PM EST. 
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He scribbled his phone number on a piece of paper and kept it on
the table.'If you are ever in Dumraon and need anything, let me know.
It's unlikely you will ever come, but still...' He stood up, instantly
dwarfing me, and walked to the door. *
'Madhav,' I called out after him, 'you forgot the journals. Please
take them with you.'
'I told you I don't need them.'
'So why are you leaving them here?'
'Because I can't throw them away. You can.'
Before I could answer, he stepped out, shut the door and left. It
took me a few Seconds to realize what had happened.
I picked up the journals and ran out of the room, but the sole working lift had just gone down. I could have taken the stairs and
caught him in time but, after a long day, I didn't have tjie energy to do
that.
I came back to my room, irritated by his audacity. Dumping the
notebooks and the slip with his phone number in the dustbin, I sat on
the bed, a little unsettled, I can't let someone I just met get the better
of me, I thought, shaking my head. I switched off the lights and lay
down. I had to catch an early-morning flight to Mumbai the next day
and had a four-hour window of sleep. I couldn't wait to reach home.
However, I couldn't stop thinking about my encounter with the
mysterious Madhav, Who was this guy? The words 'Dumraon'
,
'Stephen's' and 'Delhi'floated around in my head. Questions popped
up: What the hell is a half-girlfriend? And why do l have a dead girl's
journals in my room?
Eyes wide open, l lay in bed, staring at the little flashing red light
from the smoke detector on the ceiling, The journals bothered me.
Sure, they lay in the dustbin. However, something about those torn
pages, the dead person and her half-boyfriend, or whoever he was,
intrigued me. Don't go there, I thought, but my mind screamed down
its own suggestion: Read just one page.
'Don't even think about it,
'I said out loud. But thirty minutes later,
I switched on the lights in my room, fished out the journals from the
dustbin and opened the first volume. Most pages were too damaged to
read. I tried to make sense of what I could.
The first page dated back nine years to 1 November 2002. Riya had
written about her fifteenth birthday. One mere page, I kept thinking. I
flipped through the pages as I tried to find another readable one. 1
read one more section, and then another. Three hours later, I had read
whatever could be read in the entire set.
The room phone rang at 5 a.m., startling me.
'Your wake-up call, sir,
'the hotel operator said.
'I am awake, thank you,
'I said, as I'd never slept at all. I called Jet
Airways.

Once upon a time, there was a Bihari boy called Madhav. He fell in love with a rich girl from Delhi called Riya. Madhav did not speak English well. Riya did. Madhav wanted a relationship. Riya didn't. Riya just wanted friendship. Madhav didn't. Riya suggested a compromise. She agreed to be his half-girlfriend.

The storm is almost over with, and I  get the journals in my bag, that get wet a little all dry. I was letting the journals dry after taking the page apart. I pull a small table near the iron stove and let the journal in front of the heat away from the fire, to let dry for good before I get out of the basement. This basement was full of itea that was getting rid off, or was forgotten for a long time and the darkness forgotten about a lot of things but I came something that I was never put in due to my mom's fear of me being killed. Records from the years I was born in and my parents never put me into these records but the other was killed when they got older. I read on this record and it has come to my thought but I know why my parents risk death on their own now after not putting me in the birth record. When the barbies of the everwood guardians were born, they were put in the record and were killed when they grew up, so they couldn't do anything in the darkness. They were put in a camp and killed off by putting poison in their foods, drinks, all the kids die in their sleep. 
Birth record from the year of, 0205:
October baby, 0205
Number of births:
Female list:
Name: Annie Underwood D.O.B.: October 1, 0205, Parents name: Jeff and Mark underwood, align: none
Name: Jacy Smith, D.O.B.: October 2, 0205, parents name: unknown, sligion: none
Name: Jacket Smith D.O.B.: October 2, 0208, single: a twin sister
I look through the two pages of the birth record from October 0205, so many times and since my parents have me in hiding. The darkness didn't ever think of my parents having me at all and the darkness had no idea of me, so the darkness thought at the time that no more babies were born. So that's why my father's journal wrote this down after I was born, "I have a beautiful baby girl but the darkness will have no knowing of her. If it comes to it, once we ask about her, we will take the death when we get older. Then our daughter, who will be taken by the darkness and put into camp then be killed off later, when they all grow up. We will be killed and let us daughter live, if it mean that she with have no idea of us"
I take the record and fold their up to fit into the packet in the back of the journal, that hold some other paper. All the journal was dry and I check the ink didn't bleed onto the pages of the journals. No ink didn't bleed in the old journals, the ink in the old journals were all dry but the new entry in my own journal bleed a little. After I check the clothes that I put neat the heat was all dry and I fold their, then put their back in the bag with the journals but my cloak was put around my shoulder. I left my bag in the chair I was sitting in and want to check on the storm, it was a little easy to unlock but it was more harder to lock. The storm was almost done with and it look like, the storm with be over within 2 hours, it look like. So I spend 2 more hours in here and I read this journal that I found in the grave, it was small journal but the words in here are tiny and put together. To be honestly it was hard to read at first but over time, I read the word in this journal and I didn't know this but 2 hours what by fast for me. I get my stuff together and open the door, to the land of a aftermath of a rain storm. Most of the island was destroy and some of nature was destroyed some more but it didn't look anything different from before. I know that no darkness hunter are around after rain storm and I take that having no darkness hunter around to adventure on the path, in the map. This rain storm was not as bad then the one in the past and most of homes, is not destroy this time, this rain storm only destroy the almost dead nature.
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July 10, 0250

	This will be the journal entry I will ever write, this journal will only one I own and it is going to be in hiding as well. Only the child  of the zodiac sisters can read this and Stacy told me that the child of the fourth older within the zodiac signs is the only one, who understands Everwood. The Everwood on the island and put this journal with the other. So if you are the child of the fourth older zodiac sisters, I trust you with the journal of unfinished tales and the handbook that the darkness hunter gave me. So if anyone reading this, copy this letter down and give it to the darkness for me. 

To the folk reading this, .... 

			... -The eight child of the zodiac sister, Scorpio
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This is book 1 of my main book serial, The curse of the iron rose. Read the story to find out what the curse of the iron rose  is about.
When the zoidac sisters are all dead killed by the darkness and their no light in the land. When the darkness take over with no guardian left in the land but for one under the darkness nose. After Stacy death, the sign and power off Scorpio is the first one to come back to Everwood. The new journal of the zodiac signs, have start once again. Read to found out what happen in the curse of the iron rose.

　　On Saturday, Chu Yu left, alone with the manuscript manuscript, heading towards the downtown business district of the magic city.
　　The seven major comic companies in the magic city, perhaps everyone has a tacit understanding with each other, and their company addresses are all in the same area.
　　This is also convenient for cartoonists like Chu Yu to contribute, without having to run around!
　　Today, Chu Yu met with the editors of the two comic companies, Orange Cat and Seven Leaves.
　　Orange cat in the morning, Qiye in the afternoon.
　　Hearing that Chuyu, this year's Dragon Star Award winner, cartoonist came with a new work, they naturally dared to be very interested.
　　Orange Cat, inside the editing office.
　　Opposite Chu Yu, it was the editor of the orange cat he met, a woman in her thirties named Zeng Jin.
　　At this time, the manuscripts of the two works were placed in front of her.
　　It is the two works that Chu Yu brought.
　　Regarding the first three comic manuscripts about the unheard of names, she only felt that the plot was okay after reading it, but she was relatively disappointed.
　　After all, the beginning of the plot is a bit inexplicable. Although the heroine Yazi is very cute, she can't think of a good direction for the next development plot of a spirit body and the hero.
　　Bring back a corpse?
　　Or draw some welfare pictures?
　　The most important thing is that although the general love comics do not explain the final outcome of the male and female masters, the readers will make up for it. You are a soul, a living person, how can the readers make up for it?
　　It's impossible to be together!
　　In the end, Yaizi will accompany the hero as a spirit body for the rest of his life?
　　Is that still a love comic?
　　It can only be said that her thinking has been restricted to love comics. When she encounters a submission, she treats the work with a vulgar love perspective.
　　As for Natsume's friends account...
　　To be honest, she thinks it is okay, and she wants to keep watching.
　　If the cat teacher inside can be transformed into a handsome man, a CP with Natsume will be more in line with her appetite and market demand!
　　But obviously, she didn't even see that Chu Yu had any thoughts about painting in this area... After all, the main comics of the Orange Cat Comics Company were the girl's romance manga, and Natsume's Friends Account was obviously without these elements.
　　Moreover, Natsume's Friends Account is obviously a kind of unit drama. This type of comics is very inspirational. The three plots that Chu Yu gave her are indeed good, but what about the latter?
　　Moreover, the Rurouni Kenshin Remembrance that Chu Yu drew before has many emotional elements, but there are also many battle scenes. It is still a short story. If the painting is a long story, can he manage it!
　　Although the winners of the Dragon Star Award are not too bad, it does not mean that these people do not have street cartoons. Even the next work after the award-winning work has a high probability of falling on the street, just to say Talented, after one or two hit the street, after learning experience, he will soon re-emerge.
　　These are all issues she has to consider.
　　"Teacher Shuixin...I have seen both of your works. I personally feel that these two works are very good, but I still think that Mrs. Shuixin wants to be under the banner of Orange Cat. It's still difficult for us to achieve serialization on the "Cat's Heart" in the ace journal of . And within two months, there is no serialization vacancy in this journal. I don't know if Teacher Shui Xin has any idea to serialize these two comics. ....." 　　Twenty minutes later, Chu Yu left from the Orange Cat Comics Company and found a place to have lunch. 　　In the afternoon, he went to Seven Leaf Comics Company again. 　　An hour later, Chu Yu left Qiye again. 　　"Sure enough, it's not that simple!" Chu Yu sighed. 　　The editors of these two companies heard that it was his new work. Although they were very interested, they politely refused Chu Yu's request for serialization in his flagship journals. 　　After all, although Chu Yu had already become famous at this time, his previous works also included two short stories, Ye Zhiting and Rurouni Kenshin Remembrance.






　　If Chu Yu resolved the copyright issue and brought a new chapter of Rurouni Kenshin to request serialization, then they would not consider so much.
　　However, the two works of Chu Yu, unheard of the name, are obviously the kind of opening works. Whether it can become hot later, it is hard to say. Although the theme of Natsume's Friends Account is novel, the settings of Monsters, Friends Account, and Cat Teacher are very controversial. Hi, even the plot makes people feel a little touched, but there is no similar style of work on the market, and they don't say anything about the reaction after serialization, so they don't dare to gamble, and they don't!
　　At this time, Chu Yu is not qualified to let them bet on Chu Yu's potential. After all, there are too many excellent cartoonists in the city.
　　Every time there are vacancies in the ace journals under the Seventh Major Capital, there are more than dozens of old cartoonists competing. Many people have even painted new works long ago, waiting for these vacancies to be serialized. Chu Yuzhen If you want to serialize on it, you can only submit articles to serial meetings like those people...
　　Chu Yu can also understand this.
　　If it weren't for him to be the winner of the Dragon Star Award, let alone the ace journals, even the serialization opportunities of the general journals under his banner would have to be considered by the other party.
　　After all, those people do not know the complete plot and quality of these two works like him, and they can promise him a serialization position in other good journals in the comics agency. It is completely confidence in the high quality of the work of Rurouni Kenshin Remembrance. Looking forward to it, but that's it.
　　This is the magic city. Top cartoonists from local provinces will not receive any special treatment when they come here.
　　The criteria for judging your work are quality, and past comic scores!
　　However, Chu Yu was a little unwilling.
　　Although the works will be serialized in general journals for the time being, it is not impossible for the lower works to be serialized in ace journals after the popularity comes out.
　　But... Chu Yu still wants to do it in one step!
　　It's not that the quality of the work is not enough.
　　Thinking of this, Chu Yu went back to his residence first.
　　Tomorrow, he also made an appointment.
　　In the morning, Aoba's editor, in the afternoon, it was Xuangui's editor and Su Lu's predecessor, Li Xi.
　　... the
　　next morning.
　　Chu Yu came to Qingye Comics Company again.
　　Compared with the editors of Tangerine Cat and Qiye yesterday, Aoba's editing is more straightforward.
　　I am interested in the follow-up development of the two works.
　　After all, the comic company Qiye has different serialization styles, such as blood, horror, battle, love, everything, as long as your work is of good quality.
　　The editor even asked Chu Yu if he had any subsequent thoughts of turning the plot of Natsume's Friends Account into a monster combat comic. Natsume held the Friends Account and ordered the group of monsters to read www.uukahnshu.com, even if it was an unheard name, he I also asked Chu Yu whether there would be any evil spirits other than Yayizi in the later stage. Then the plot of the protagonist and others for the battle between Yayizi and the evil spirits really made Chuyu feel the brains of these people!
　　However, after hearing Chu Yu's request for serialization in his ace journals, the other party pondered for a long time, and also directly stated that Chu Yu's past historical achievements were not enough. If it is a new chapter of Rurouni Kenshin, take that one. Chu Yu's request is no problem with the accumulated popularity of the work.
　　However, the type of the new work is so different from the Rurouni Kenshin Remembrance. He is not optimistic about how many people from the comic fans that Chu Yu has accumulated in the past are willing to support!
　　To put it bluntly, it means the same thing!
　　I felt that Chu Yu was too young, and worried that the results of Rurouni Kenshin Remembrance were only a flash in the pan, so I wanted Chu Yu to test the waters in other journals.
　　If Chuyu can continue to maintain the plot quality of the new work, and once again replicate the success of Rurouni Kenshin Remembrance.
　　Na Chuyu's next work wants to be serialized in his flagship journal, so I just upload it without thinking about it so much.
　　For Qiye's editor to be able to say this straightforwardly, Chu Yu still thinks the other party is pretty good.
　　Although the words are not good, they didn't play any tricks!

another work published by me {My Cartoonist Guide}

　Chu Yu, a senior two-dimensional fan, a dead house in the eyes of others, and a cheating comic book author in the eyes of readers!
On that day, he obtained the system that carries many excellent comic works on the parallel world earth... and
began his life as a comic artist who considered himself a legend, but was actually a silly comic artist!
Reader A, "Teacher, please, please finish drawing the full-time hunter first and then open a new hole? It's been three years, and three years later, three years have been opened for ten years. You want me Will my son burn me the full-time hunter's final chapter?"
Reader B, "Old thief Chuyu, you know what a fart cl. If you don't resurrect Furukawa, I will send you the blade tomorrow!"
Reader C, "Hehe, Xiangbei is down !" It's over in the top eight in the country? Chu Yu Lao Kengbi, do you want to pass by saying "the dream of youth is imperfect"? I swear, I will die for your works in the future, outside of death, from my house If I jump down, I won’t look at it again!"


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Antony Faelliyo


The tour through the Amazon forest was refreshing, and the whole time, I couldn't stop marvelling at its mesmerizing wonders. Although I had no idea we would visit the Amazon on our South American tour, it had turned out to be the most exciting part. 


As for Eric and Vanessa - well, they were upset, because their best friend Nathalia, had declined to go on the tour to attend classes. And since the last two weeks were all about enjoying nature, I made them leave their phones and gadgets with my assistant who said he would drop it at the mansion. Well, they both were angry at me because for two whole weeks they wouldn't be able to contact Nathalia. They really missed her - but I suppose that feeling was neutral for everyone. 


Today, we returned from our tour, and it was good to be home. 


My home might look extravagant to others, but it is a memory of my dad and grandpa. It is also the memory of Alicia and Tommy.


The Italian architecture was inspired by my grandpa's Italian tour in the 1940s and my dad didn't quite want to reconstruct the Faelliyo mansion. My dad installed the mischievous design for the library, so he could get lost in the world of books for most of his vacation. My grandpa used to joke how dad would come right after school, the last day and run into the library and literally spend weeks in there. Dad was an avid reader, so was I and so was Tommy.


Tommy was everything to me. I always found time to spend with him. I was with him. He loved his grandpa. And I still remember how seven year old Tommy sang Over the hills and far away, beside his grandpa's bed. His blond hair ruffling in the wind. His tiny hands clutching his grandpa's hand and nodding his head to the rhythm.  He was devastated when my dad passed away. 


Now, he being nowhere to be found makes me devastated. I hope, one day, I will see him.


Sigh.



After having no contact with Nathalia for two whole weeks, Eric mentioned that he was going to collect their phones first before going home. Nathalia mentioned she would be at the mansion when they last called. Tongo was also at the mansion. 


I always liked that dog. It always reminded me of how Tommy patted him and played fetch with him, the first time I met the Avra family.


Eric is a great father. He is also a caring husband. I love  his dedication to spend quality time with his family. He always reminded me of myself and Nathalia of Tommy. I still remember meeting Eric for the first time.


It was in Calicut, India. I had to attend a convention. It was a very sunny and humid day. The convention hall, though was air-conditioned, still felt like sitting in the sun. The hall was packed with leading cooperative companies and potential foreign investors. I fancied the idea of doing investment for some reason. Also, Tommy wanted to explore other countries. Tommy and Alicia were enjoying their time at the beach, that was what I understood when Tommy kept babbling about it all evening. As for me, I was stuck with businessmen in a cramped hall with ceiling fans and air conditioners trying their level best to keep everybody cool. As every executive pitched for their companies, I caught my attention to a young executive; Eric Avra. 


He wore a plane blue shirt and black pants with a well polished pair of shoes. His black hair was neatly combed and partitioned to one side and he had a very bushy mustache. His chin was freshly shaved. His raspy voice carried so much confidence and the way he vouched for his company was remarkable.


So at the reception, I made up my mind to talk to him.


At the reception, I clicked my glass with him. We got acquainted and I really felt that talking to him was a good idea.


"So Mr Avra, how do you envision yourself in the future?" I shoot assessing him all along.


"Future is always uncertain. I like to envision myself every day. Today as an executive, someday running my own business." He said, sounding confident and unwavering.


"And hypothetically, if you started that business, what would it be about?" I ask nudging.


"Well, I have a Bachelor's Degree in Aeronautical engineering and a masters degree in business management and some years of experience as an executive manager. I have some prototypes ready and I only need some financial support." Eric seemed to be drifting to another world.


"I might be interested in your prototypes. Are you ready to impress me?" I ask.


Eric looks straight into my eyes for a moment, calculating, weighing, and after a moment of deciding, he replies, "Dr Faelliyo, why don't you think of investing in our company. We have--"


"I am not interested in your company, Mr Avra. I am interested in your dreams." I say as I gaze at his unbelieving eyes.


"As much as I love taking risks, the prototypes are yet to be tested and I have a daughter to raise. She is just twelve. I have to consider my options and I want to keep my job until I am damn sure whether  my dreams would work out." He whispers smiling as the air between us changes and people start staring at us.


"I would be around for two weeks. Feel free to contact me Mr Avra and I would love to see your prototypes. And please, call me professor. I like it that way." I hand him my contact number, offer a handshake and walk away. I had a feeling that his prototypes would be just the materials I need for my new invention; THE WORMHOLE TRANSPORTER. It helps to move through a wormhole and a trek which takes like a thousand light years could be done by five to ten days. It is still a theory and wormholes are considered fiction.


The next day, Eric contacted me and I was at his home. It was a wonderful piece of land. It was near a school and the house stood on a small hill. The front yard was full of plants and there was a goat, a cow and some chickens in a pen. Tongo, their dog was tied to a kennel and the house was bustling with activities. Vanessa was cooking and Nathalia was on a five-day class tour to Hyderabad. Tommy loved to hang out with the goat and he was so keen to see Narayanan milking the cow. 


Narayanan was the local milkman and for a small fee, he would milk the cows in the neighbourhood. One litre for the family, the rest would go to the corporate Milma factory.


Vanessa's food was equally mesmerising. She had made Kozhikodan biriyani. I enjoyed it thoroughly. Alicia soon jolted the recipe down.


Eric showed his prototypes and I must say, that was the start of a bustling friendship and a lifelong partnership.


I and Eric made our first branch in England and one year later… Well, Tommy went missing and Alicia passed away.


Sigh.


That was long ago. Vanessa didn't want to leave her home, so she stayed back with Nathalia for a year before coming to England. They had to sell their lovely animals and they donated their house to a poor family. Tongo came along to England.


"Good evening, Mrs Ahima," Vanessa said with a smile as we arrived.


Mrs. Ahima has been working for us since I was  twelve. She was this young girl of twenty and her father died due to cancer and she had her young sister to look after and her mum died when her sister was born. My dad gave her and her sister a roof and in gratitude Mrs. Ahima volunteered to work for us. Her sister, Rose is now studying BBA with a scholarship. 

And whenever Rose visits, she always has a place in the mansion.


The housekeeper was excited to see us, and she welcomed us in with a big smile. "Please, come in. I've been waiting for you all day, and I'm so glad you're home safe."


"You knew we'd be here this evening," I remark, smiling. I look around with a frown as I realize something. "Mrs Ahima, where is Nathalia?" 


"Oh! She said she was working with Brittany for a while on an exclusive project - whatever that is."


"She mentioned that to me when I talked to her last, too," Vanessa remembers.


"I wonder what this project of hers is?" 


"Well, I'm going to call her," Eric said as he began to dial numbers on his phone. 


"It'll be a relief to hear her voice again after so long." He left the room to talk, and returned not a few seconds later, looking worried.


"What is it, Eric?" I ask, concerned. 


"It's nothing, I'm probably just overreacting," he said. "She's just not picking up. And she never turns her phone off. It's always on and with her." 


"Call Brittany," Vanessa suggests.


Eric dialled Brittany and this time he received someone. "Hello, this is Eric Avra, Nathalia's dad. Isn't this Brittany?... So, I heard you girls are having some fun but could you just give Nathalia your phone?" There was silence and Eric's face showed concern.



"But Nathalia informed Mrs Ahima that she is doing something like an exclusive project and will be with you for the last two weeks." More silence. His face turned pale.


 "A month? Oh my-" His phone slipped from his hand crashing on the floor. He sat down with a thud, dumbfounded.


"Eric!" I yelled. "What's wrong?"


"No...no" Eric muttered, and Vanessa and I moved quickly to his side. "Nathalia - she's missing." 


Vanessa froze. "What?" she gasped. "Missing? How? Since when? I-" She turned and fell back into a chair, completely in shock. 


I tried to console her, but it was no use. I knew what both of them were thinking. I had been in their exact situation. I knew that the best thing I could do was help them not lose hope, try to prevent what had happened to Alicia. 


And then, somehow, we had to find Nathalia. 


Vanessa and Eric needed time alone, to figure things out, and that was fine with me. They were strong people - I trusted that they wouldn't go the same way as Alicia had. 


She was agitated for the last twenty four hours when we didn't find Tommy. He said he would be in his room.


That  night before the big reveal of my invention. Tommy met me in the morning, his blue eyes excited, when I gave him the job to do the introductory speech. He was fifteen. 


He said he would be in his room. He didn't come for dinner. I was worried sick. But Mrs Ahima promised she will make sure he has his dinner. After like nine p.m. I was a little agitated myself. I went to his room, and found it open.


"Tommy?" 


Silence.


"What is bothering you son?"


No reply.


I walked inside and found no trace of him.I ran downstairs to the library and I didn't find him there. 


My mind started racing. My hands were sweating. And my gut kept telling me something bad happened to him.


Tommy would never go out without telling us. He wouldn't be outside for so long. 


Maybe he was in the lab. The soundproof basement was converted into a lab after my dad passed away. It was where I spent most of my time and it was where the Transporter was kept. I went outside the French window and into the garden, where a small hatch was made to get inside the lab. The lab had another entrance but it was through my room and I was not planning to climb upstairs and then climb downstairs. 


The lab was eerily silent today. The light was already switched on. I sighed a breath of relief as I was sure Tommy was there. 


But I was wrong. Tommy was not there, so was my vehicle! The opening hatch for the launching of the vehicle was sealed and my crew said that the vehicle was all clear when I met with them in the afternoon. My heart sank so deep. I immediately called the police and well, I never saw the both of them ever again.


I was devastated. My son was gone. My work was secondary. I don't mind it being stolen. I wanted my son back. 


Alicia took it rather badly. She couldn't bear the loss. She was bed ridden for two weeks with chronic fever and then she left me. She wasn't peaceful. Her face looked like a strangled flower, being deprived of the sun...her son.

Her black hair was covering her sorrowful eyes. She died crying. She left me crying.


The days that followed, I sealed the basement. I took all my journals and diaries and albums and stacked it into the first bookshelf ever to be installed in the library. That was Tommy's favourite shelf. He always said it was where grandpa kept chocolates for him to find. 


I couldn't stop thinking about Tommy. Tommy, who I just desperately wanted to find answers for, but never had. Alicia, who I had lost and could never get back.


There might not be hope for either of them, but there was a possibility for Nathalia.


Memories crashed into my head suddenly - memories of the last time I had seen Nathalia. Her curiosity for the library. What a curious girl - one after my own heart, although I'd never tell her that. Last time she'd been here, she had been browsing happily, and-


I shot straight up from my chair. 


The shelf.


I ran, almost falling on the doorframe, and slid downstairs to that shelf. I rummaged furiously, but it was just as I thought. 


The notebook was missing. 


I sat down hard on the floor. I had a good idea of what this might mean. She knew about the ship, then, or at least there was a good chance she did - and could that somehow be linked to her project? 


To Tommy? 


Regardless, I had to get to the bottom of this. 


I couldn't watch another person lose because of me.

It was just a usual day in Nathalia Avra's busy life. Being a student in the most famous engineering college available in her locality; the early morning alarms, Tongo's bark, the newspaper and the milk on her doorstep, Mrs Avra's charming song was the most usual morning rushes in the Avra family.


She wouldn't have wondered, not even in her wildest dreams that one curious question that ran into her would change her busy life, at least for a few mesmerizing years.


 What question, you might ask? 

Well, what if the Earth was the other way…?

"I am the fourth son of Eric Tanner, the Elder," Eric told Jayne. 

"I am the last of seven. Actually I was one of those surprise babies that older couples sometimes have late in life. My mother was in her mid forties when I was born. I have three brothers and three sisters. My father married my mother, Heidi Gruber, in 1945, right after her father and mine completed the building of the main building of a hunting lodge in the Seney swamp. 

I inherited the CEO position in Personal Securities from my brother James, the oldest of my brothers, five years ago, after he retired. That should put you up to grade on where I come from. I grew up in Grand Marais, Michigan, as did all my family and that of Hans Gruber, among others of my father's group of personal friends from the war. 

The group acquired the name 'Lodge 16' when the number in the group reached that number. I will refer to the group as Lodge 16 for the purpose of this interview. Most of the original members of the group lived in the towns surrounding Seney and Grand Marais. The main offices of Personal Securities are in Newberry Michigan.

"You came on our radar screens when your man Carl McNabb inquired about Lodge 16 over the internet and reached a level 5 inquiry. This showed us it was not a casual interest, but one that could be serious. We have an affinity to being scrutinized. We wanted to know why. When you wouldn't just disappear we studied you closer to see if we could use your talents in our plans. We are still studying that possibility. 

That's what I'm doing here; studying you. The jury is still out as to whether you will blend into our plans. And don't take us wrong. We only intend to make you an offer should it appear you can indeed help us out.

"I had to find out what your views are on certain controversial issues. I think I have found out what they are, and I approve of them. Half the battle is won. By the way, I want to thank you for sending along my father's log. They are very excited about it back home. It will be included in the archives of Lodge 16. This brings me to my next point."

Eric brought out three thick journals.

"These books are a small sample of the journals of the members of Lodge 16. They chronicle the family trees and the histories of those members and their children. The first one covers from 1945 to 1970. The second from 1970 to 1988. The third from 1988 to the present. It's a lot to read. 

These journals are but a small synopsis of the original transcripts of the members, who were encouraged to write about their experiences on each visit to the Lodge. Traditionally, the last day was spent writing in these journals. 

The originals would fill a library. These are the true records of the goals and the lives of these people I consider my extended family. I'm going to give them to you and ask that you read them, reaching whatever conclusions you may. We ask that you read them with an eye toward making them a part of one of your novels."

Jayne was excited. This is exactly what she wanted; additional data about Lodge 16 and its members. She could certainly make a book out of these. Hell, they looked like she could make half a dozen books out of it!

"That sounds like a deal," Jayne said, hefting the journals. 

"It looks like three days worth of reading to me though! And that's if I start right away! I'll take this home with me and call you when I'm done. I'm not sure I want to do this, but it looks like a hell of a good start for a novel. I don't have to do any research at all. You've done it all for me."

They separated and Jayne headed for home. She couldn't wait to dig into the journals. A lot of questions were about to be answered.
The first of the chronicles was written by Eric Tanner. That made sense. He was the only one around in those days. Jayne skipped the first several pages because they dealt with a time she had already read about. 

Eric had attempted to rewrite his early years from 1938 through 1944. It read pretty much the same as she had already read about in his log aboard the "Sea Princess".

When the chronicles started to talk about Eric's life after he quit the "Sea Princess" Jayne paid more attention. Still she could only skim, for the detail in the chronicles was about to bog her down. She wasn't really concerned when it got down to telling how many logs went into which wall of the lodge and how they skidded them over the snow with real horses, not horsepower.

It was interesting to note that Hans Gruber was as instrumental in building the lodge as Eric himself. And Robert Calwell also had a lot to do with building the lodge. The three of them spent weeks out in the wild Seney swamp cutting and fitting the logs for the lodge.

Eric married Heidi Gruber in the spring of 1945, just after the roof of the main lodge was finished. They took a week off from building to celebrate the wedding. Eric presented Heidi with a beautiful home on the hill overlooking the bay in Grand Marais. 

The entire town turned out for the wedding, and the newlyweds spent their honeymoon in the Morrison Hotel in Chicago. A week later they returned to Grand Marais and the building of the lodge. It was completed with its two wings in the fall of 1945. Heidi was pregnant with their first daughter.

Born an outcast, Drazon grew up shunned by every other dragon in his home, except for his mother and teacher. Yearning for strength enough to defend himself and find his own way in the world, Drazon is forced from his home and on the run.

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