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Jen rakonto kies heroo estasknabo, knabo pri kiu vi neniamantaue audis. Ankau estas knabinojen la rakonto, inkluzive de niamalnova amiko Doroteo, kaj kelkajel la rolantoj vagas tre for de laLando Oz antau ol ili ciuj kunvenasen la Smeralda Urbo por partoprenien la bankedo de Ozma. Efektive,mi kredas ke vi trovos ci tiunrakonton tre diferenca de la aliajhistorioj pri Oz, sed mi esperas ke vine malpli guos gin....

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LA vere rimarkindasukceso de mia felibro del a pasinta j a r o , “LaMikscifona Knabino deOz,” konvinkas min kemiaj legantoj “pleje” amasla Oz-rakontojn, lau laletero de unu knabinetoskribinta al mi. Do jen,karaj, nova Oz-rakonto enkiu konigas Kaj Ceter, laRegino de Ugabuo, kiunTiktoko helpis konkerinian jaman konaton, laRegon de la Knomoj. Giankau rakontas p r iBetinjo Bobin kaj kiel,post multaj aventuroj, sifine a t i n g i s l aeksterordinaran LandonOz....

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In a post-apocalyptic Earth, Miranda is a sentient spirit trapped inside an angel statue carved of stone. As war destroys the world, the statue falls through an intergalactic vortex and lands on the planet Arbarron. Miranda soon learns that she can turn into a flesh-and-blood angel for extended cycles under the light of a double sun. There she discovers a utopian society ruled by a wise, mysterious king, an all-powerful being of unknown origin who is said to have created the world as a haven for its diverse species of people. Readily accepted and loved by all the people of Arbarron, Miranda is charged by the King with defending her new world against an encroaching darkness that threatens the peace of all who live in it. The Life in the Angel Carving is truly an unusual and in some ways a remarkable story. The worldbuilding is nothing short of astounding. J.S. Warren paints such gorgeous settings and invests her landscapes with such surreal imagery that I was constantly spellbound by the breadth of her imagination. Her wolrdbuilding feels dreamlike and vivid in a way that is often lacking in fantasy, and is a refreshing change from ...

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Miranda had no sense of touch, no external nerve endings in her stone arms but when the King then reached out to press his fingers into her praying ones, she felt a powerful electric current flash between them. She had a vision of a being in existence before the universe was properly formed and the planets were just balls of boiling molten rock. The first scraps of life developed, galaxies collided and merged and later whole epochs rose and fell, and yet still he stood tall and proud, weathering each storm that buffeted him, resisting as the sands of time slipped slowly by. The King, in turn, had an insight into the life of William the stonemason, and of a girl isolated beyond imagination, aching, yearning desperately through her long, immobile years for just one chance to be recognised and loved - to enjoy the simple pleasure of daily pleasantries, a talk about the weather or a shared meal with a companion. The King withdrew his hand and Miranda felt shaken inside her frozen exterior. She was overawed by his supremacy and his ancient wisdom. If she had had the capability, she would have averted her eyes for he was like a living...

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A charming and deeply spiritual book charting a journalist's search for stories of transformative encounters with the mysterious Green Lady, guardian of the forest. These heart-centred and soul-connected stories lead him to his own personal transformation, deep within the ancient, mystical forests of South Africa's Garden Route. Read this book... and be transported by magic and wonder....

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“Now I would like to guide you in your quest toward better understanding of the forest. I am well aware of the questions that you have been asking yourself in this regard and today I’m going to help you to find a few answers. Firstly, I want you to realise that when you walk in the forest you are actually engaged in a conversation with the forest on many different levels. On the chemical level, you are breathing in oxygen and a multitude of microscopic compounds produced by the plants, animals and micro-organisms that live in the forest and, in return, they are taking up the carbon dioxide that you breathe out, as well as obtaining vital information about you, your diet, your stresses, your attitudes and many, many other bits of information from the molecules that you breathe out. This chemical conversation changes both you and the forest. I think you’ve noticed how you become calmer and more relaxed when walking in the forest?” I nodded my assent and the Deva continued, “Of course you are also communicating on an emotional and spiritual level with the forest. Your feelings of love and gratitude literally feed the forest, as ...

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Maps Chapter 1: The Genesis of the Book Chapter 2: The Lady Chapter 3: Expression of the Authentic Self Chapter 4: Listen To Your Heart Chapter 5: The Changeling Chapter 6: The Warning Chapter 7: Peak Experience Chapter 8: Who Are You Really? Chapter 9: Writing Her into the Story Chapter 10: The Water of Life Chapter 11: Forest Fun and Games Chapter 12: The Importance of Roots Chapter 13: The Purpose of Suffering Chapter 14: The Giant Grey Ghosts of Knysna Chapter 15: All Is One Epilogue About The Author Q&A With the Author Excerpt from the Story of the Green Lady ...

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Join the adventures of Mark Prior, a twenty two year old Brit, in an incredible journey across Europe as he uncovers, alongside his friends, a hidden and primeval power. Follow the story of the four friends as they release the blue lightning, trapped inside a forgotten relic from a time long lost, and witness their change from young university graduates to beings of extraordinary power....

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Chapters 1-15

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A low-tech fantasy novel. Follows both a group of transgender idealists planning a revolution, and the guards of the government they are working to overthrow....

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“Ah, the wood Bound,” Sileas said, with a nod to the painting Corliss stood in front of. She spun, startled by the noise. “I saw it once when I was much younger,” Sileas continued. “I've never seen anything so beautiful or odd again. I had it drawn from my description.” The painting was delicately done in layers of richly pigmented oils. Not a brushstroke could be seen, and it glowed from within. A figure with emerald green skin slipped its way between trees. Its eyes were wide and dark as plums, its stomach round and swollen, its arms long and thin. ...