UPDATE 11/02/14: *First Place Winner of The (Great) Inamorata Fanfic Competition!* The other entries were excellent and were enjoyable reads! I'm incredibly happy to have even placed. Thank you, irishrose! I feel honored to have been chosen! -------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- This completed story is a submission for irishrose's Inamorata fan fiction contest. If you haven't read Inamorata yet, you should check that out first. You'll enjoy it uber much! And another reason to read Inamorata first is because there are spoilers in my story. Lastly, this is my very first fan fiction. ^_^

'We tackled in the sky, ripping and slicing at each-other. I screamed in aguish and cut it's face with shards of broken ice only to be healed over once more. The God chuckled once more and for the first time: spoke. "You cannot win this one child." It was the voice of Death. I shook my head, tears streaming my face, " Don't you remember...?" The sky and world was blurry, all I could see was the blanked face; all I could hear was Death, "I don't believe in inevitability..." ' *** Dedicated to my partner, Valiance Nightshade. Until the End of the world, my love, til the end of time.

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Nightingale is human - or would be, had it not been for the manner of her creation. Genetically engineered and grown to adulthood in a lab, she was created, not born. Why? For the sole purpose of the entertainment of rich men as one of the many Inamoratas in the bordello business . Beautiful, elegant, a superb dancer and an even better singer, she is the perfect lover for any man. Perfect, that is, except for her personality - the one thing you can't engineer.

After the War of the Sanctuaries leaves the Irish Sanctuary in a state of weakened authority, The Supreme Council has returned with another reason to battle to Sanctuary. Negotiations are made, and the Sanctuary has been given a limited amount of time to find and stop Darquesse's evil reign. "I Won't Always Be There to Save You" tells the tale of the team Skulduggery Pleasant recruits, the vague planning and the rather large amount of improvisation that went into the making of this mission. Along the way, members Dexter Vex and Saracen Rue finally come to terms with their unlabeled and unspoken relationship. Like a flower growing between concrete, their relationship can only last so long in impossible circumstances.

The dark haired girl paced before the familiar face in front of her, her eyes wicked and licked with shadow and her hands gripped tightly to the weapon she held, "Why does a moth fly directly into the flame? Perhaps its captivated by the beauty to be found in such pure recreation?" Her eyes remained locked on those of the ones before her, smile dancing in the flames around, "Or perhaps, it flies so surely into its own death because it believes the flames of rebirth will allow it a second chance at metamorphosis and perhaps that this time... It will appear a butterfly. Perhaps this is the only thing It can force itself to believe, while it burns." She gave a cocky smile, and lifted her gun to the familiar face. "So, Miss Armageddon. Tell me my answer. Why are you not dead?" The girl smiled and brushed a loose strand of hair from her eyes, looking up from the ground and tilting her head and lifting her gun from her side, "Because I am no moth. I am a butterfly." And the shot rang.

wAlice is just a regular girl with her own hopes and dreams and a life to get on with - what she definitely doesn't need is a mysterious transportation to another world filled with terrifying creatures and men with swords! Her life is about to be turned upside down and there's nothing she can do about it... Yet!

The Eldar say that those who marry late have strange fates and love certainly came late for Amaruil Celebrindal, a noble Sindar, friend of Arwen Undomiel and the love left behind in Rivendell as the Fellowship left to destroy the One Ring. Aragorn was not the only member of the Fellowship who was fighting for an elf.