Sandy yawned.
It wasn’t satisfying, though. How could a yawn be satisfying when one was trying to do it inconspicuously?
She felt it coming again, tried to stifle it. Either Great-Aunt Bridget or Marjorie would be sure to notice this time. You mustn’t yawn at mealtimes, Sandy dear. Then she looked at Great-Aunt Bridget and shook her head. No, she wouldn’t notice… It was Fred’s birthday again.
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— SWIRLS OF SAND EXCERPT —
S.E (Second Era) 2898
Everyone has an important story to tell. Some stories are about reclaiming a kingdom, or winning a great battle, or saving a life. This is the story of how I did a very foolish thing.
I am still perplexed as to whether or not it was good that I did it. My father used to say that writing down these important things in life will clear the head, exercise the mind, and help one to understand them; and more than that, to help the future generations see with clearer eyes.
And that is why I, Sazin-a-Amli, daughter of Hizru and Innem, will write of the things that happened…
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— UNTITLED FUTURISTIC/DYSTOPIAN FULL EXCERPT —
“Save the world?” He laughed scornfully. “Much good that will do. Thank you, but I do well enough surviving on my own without embroiling myself in a doomed revolutionary attempt.”
Her lips narrowed. “We have done much for you already; do not push your fortunes too far. You still think this is a futile plan?”
“I appreciate what you have done for me, and I believe that you at least have good intent — for your superiors I still withhold judgment…
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— HONOR —
The mountains loomed up high and all around, the morning sun dividing the world sharply into bars of delicate yellow light and harsh shadow. On one shallow slope, where the boy was kneeling beside a bare field, the rays fell, pale gleaming apple-gold.
Lryn was a tall, slim boy for thirteen, though he had not quite yet caught up to his brother…
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