The Siren's Call.
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Last published Mon, Jan 23, 2012
They were fearless. Strong willed and victorious, nothing could stand in the way of these warriors. With their impressive weaponry and sleek skills, they were declared the most feared and respected fighters in the land, they were unstoppable. The most amazing thing? They were women; every one of them, a beautiful, soul breaking lady. They would deceive men with their majestic looks and wondrous ways, before brutally murdering them. They were also myths of my mother’s story telling imagination. Or so I thought.
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