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Ch. # | Chapter Title | Word Count | Reviews |
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1 |
Betrayal She has long been under the impression that I dress like a middle-aged woman and need to stop. |
7,747 | 27 |
2 |
Terror So that's a resounding no to the Museum of 5th Century Magical Artefacts, then. |
9,677 | 10 |
3 |
Discomfort “Pump it, ladies! Feel the burn in your arms – no pain, no gain, remember!” Easy for you to say, my shattered brain wheezes angrily at the screen. |
7,094 | 10 |
4 |
Surprise "Get rid of the dragon wannabee and I will." |
7,149 | 10 |
5 |
Shock "The ceiling is a mixture; little known bands, you know? The Potion Makers, Crash, Stranded in the Desert with Nothing but a Toothbrush - all those kind." |
7,180 | 9 |
6 |
Confusion "Do you think they took anything? We can fix anything that's broken with magic, but if they've taken something..." |
8,232 | 17 |
7 |
Hysterics "And what if someone leaps out and attacks you, huh? Are your 'not too expensive' shoes going to stab them in the ankle and save you?" |
8,900 | 17 |
8 |
Affection She fills three cups with a large teaspoon of coffee granules – I hold back the urge to retch – and then tops them off with dried UHT milk and a sweetener. When the kettle boils, she tops off all the mugs and then hands one to me. I try not to gag over the thought of drinking it. |
9,124 | 16 |
9 |
Enjoyment Is hell a sweaword? Don't tell my mother, please. |
8,462 | 20 |
10 |
Lust I gain weight every time her guy splits. |
6,365 | 25 |
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