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The Last of the Firedrakes [Watty Award Winner 2015] by FarahOomerbhoy
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⭐️Silver Medal winner in the 2016 Readers' Favorite Book Award, Silver award winner in IBPA's 2016 Benjamin Franklin Awards, Semifinalist Winner in the 2016 Kindle Book Award, Finalist in the 2015 USA Best Book Awards, Winner in Wattpad's 2015 Watty Awards, Awesome Indies Approved & A Wattpad Featured Story⭐️ She never felt like she belonged...until magic pulled her into a world beyond her wildest imagination. Perfect for fans of the Throne of Glass series and the Grisha Trilogy. Sixteen-year-old Aurora wishes she were anyone else. Mistreated by her adopted family and bullied at school, she believes things can't get any worse. But when she's kidnapped and dragged through an ancient tapestry into the magical world of Avalonia, she soon discovers that some dreams can easily turn into nightmares. Hunted by the evil tyrant Queen Morgana, who will stop at nothing to get rid of the last surviving heir to the powerful Firedrake dynasty, Aurora struggles to fit into her new life as a mage at the prestigious Academy of Evolon. Threatened by treachery at every turn and desperate to prove herself worthy, she uncovers a dark, complicated web of political intrigue that threatens the very existence of the seven kingdoms of Avalonia. Aided by the powerful Duke of Silverthorne, a fae friend, and a handsome but mysterious outlaw called the Black Wolf, Aurora struggles to master her magic and get her rare powers under control before it's too late. If she fails, her new home and her family will be enslaved forever... The Last of the Firedrakes is the first novel in The Avalonia Chronicles series of enchanting YA fantasies. If you like resilient heroines, plentiful magic, immortal fae warriors, and sizzling romance you'll love Farah Oomerbhoy's enthralling story. You can now purchase The Last of The Firedrakes in ebook, hardcover, paperback, and audiobook format at Amazon, Barnes and Noble, Apple, Kobo, and more.
Dead Poets Society - My own end by Lenja22
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This is my own end of Dead Poets Society. It's a one shot.
The Circle of Justice...A Dead Poets Society sequel by lanichuck
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Dead Poets' Society by EllieAnne
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Come join the Dead Poets' Society club if you love poetry or literature. Here you can read older and famous poems but also share your own creative poems! Everything and anything is excepted. Be yourself.
Dead Poets Society (Epiloge) by deeplydisguised
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1989 inspiring movie of the love for poetry.
The Dead Poets Society by possibilism
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Their words would change the world, and destroy it. Every turn of the century has their fair share of brilliant minds. They broke past the stigma and wrote what we consider today the most famous works of literature. Each of these authors were chosen for a sole purpose: Bring to light the lessons the world needed learn. But there are some who with stop at nothing to keep people ignorant. Watchers wait at every corner in literary history to destroy those destined to bring change. As the authors die and their legacy extends beyond them, they are offered a once in a life time opportunity. A chance to protect the next person in the cycle for as long as possible. A chance to join The Dead Poets Society. Ellowen Wilder can only guess what chaos waits for her. _________ Much thanks to IsaSecret who made the lovely cover.
The Crow by cuddly_duffy
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My huge black wings spread out behind me as I stood at the edge of the cliff. I could feel the wind whip my long, black hair around me. My bare feet teetered off the edge and I clenched my toes before I bent my knees, spun and flung my self of the send of the cliff and into oblivion. Wind whistled past my ears before I righted myself and tightened my wings. The feathery, black masses carried me over the canyon. Other, "angels", like me flew wing tip to wing tip. We all had different wings, signifying what tribe we were from. We were Silurians. I was the Crow. And we were free.