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    Pre-TerraFae
    Pre-TerraFae
    Pre-TerraFae
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    Pre-TerraFae

    By Sabrina Zbasnik

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    Before they were stranded on the island of the Elves Matteus and Analia had their own origin stories to tell.

    LanguageEnglish
    PublisherSabrina Zbasnik
    Release dateJul 19, 2012
    ISBN9781476149356
    Pre-TerraFae
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    Sabrina Zbasnik

    Sabrina Zbasnik may or may not be a half frozen corpse spinning tales. Her first traded,“Tin Hero,” is set 20 years after TerraFae. Corpses don’t do well with the linearity of time. Sabrina spends nearly of all her time in Nebraska because it is impossible to leave without finding the lamppost. She lives in a house that has at least four walls and some other souls wandering forlornly calling to their lost lives within.

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      Pre-TerraFae - Sabrina Zbasnik

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      Sabrina Zbasnik

      Copyright 2012 Sabrina Zbasnik

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      Matteus

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      Glistening sweat froze in the plummeting temperatures of the late Riatan winter. Bare feet skidded across cracking tiles trying to support the weight, as a man clad in nothing more than a bit of chemise he could grab from the floor before making his daring escape through the fluttering shades made his treacherous way across the shadowed rooftops.

      Behind him, Matteus heard the shrill shrieks as his momentary paramour tried to stop her bull of a husband from climbing out the window after him. The cold night hung in the air of Falcrine like a heavy cloak buffeting the typical city clamor. Only the splinter and creak of tiles slipping from their place and plummeting to the ground broke through the silent streets.

      Skittering, he paused at roofs edge looking helplessly across an alley and salvation a neck-breaking jump away. Matteus dropped to his hands and peered down, hoping, but not expecting, to find a ladder. And the night had started so well with a full purse, a full mug and the promise of a very active bedroom.

      It was the scar upon his cheek; far more alluring than any amount of coin, honey drizzled poetry, or strapping backside (not that he was

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