Neighbor Wars
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Last published Thu, Aug 13, 2015
Civilization collapsed. Demons from different dimensions invaded. Millions have been killed........
Okay. That hasn't happened yet... but, it sounds awesome.... without the, uh, killing part. Let me introduce myself. My parents named me Isabelle, my sisters accuse me of being the devil in disguise, my friends call me Izzy, and you may refer to me as Supreme Lady of All Things Wonderful. Like Food. And books.
I need to tell you a story. A story about someone I would sell the world for. Get comfy because it's a long tale and I'm not pausing for bathroom breaks.
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