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Waking up in a nightmare can be daunting for a boy whose last memory was getting out of a mall. Being chased by creatures from old wives tales is worse, but to discover that the key to all these lies within him…is madness. Book One of the Seven Gates Trilogy introduces Anrhu to Buglas, a world inhabited by mananaggals, tikbalangs and other creatures from Philippine Folklore, where the keys to the gates of the mystical Kanlaon could spell disaster or the reality of a world in ruins.

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When Anrhu woke up to discover that the world that he knew was gone, and that creatures from his native mythology; both good and monsters were real, he knew he must quest for the prophecy that will release his world and destroy the unseen entity that controlled the nightmare that has become his reality.

And additionally, what proxy do I use?

For me, this is the best love story I have ever read in my entire life. Too bad its a rare book and is not being published anymore.

I heard there are online classes for languages, where dyu think I can learn conversational French or Spanish for freen?

now that everybody is geared up for the finale on the 23rd and with only Philip and Jessica left, who is your best bet in being the next American Idol and why?

Im really a fan of authors. Meaning, I tend to collect books by authors that I like the works of to the point of looking for titles that are not so popular but works of authors I like.

To give you some inkling on who I like, I love the works of:

Neil Gaiman

Raymond E. Feist

George RR Martin

Cassandra Clare

Stephen King

Anne Mccaffrey

Who else would you suggest?

A blinding fork of lighting ignited across the midnight skies, a deafening clap of thunder immediately at its wake.

The frail window crashed a few inches where their feet lay.

The boy’s eyes bulged out and shuddered closer to the shivering form of his mother, clutching at the damp threadbare fabric that served as a shared blanket for them. The woman’s hand struggled to pull him closer to share the absent warmth that their closeness could barely create; their combined breath coming out as faint mist from red tinged noses, frigid from the cold. He could barely contain his fear, but still he labored to keep an air of being a man, and not the frail, impoverished barely grown boy that he obviously was.

From outside, the wind blew the rains through the gaps created by the fallen window. The howling storm a cacophony of shrieks and rumblings of thunder immediately after the blinding flashes of lightning. From not far away, another tree crashed from the onslaught of the winds, a scream from a nameless animal on its wake.

The boy shut his eyes closed and wished for everything to be a dream – more like a nightmare.

Outside was a study on darkness. The fields that surrounded the small hut where the mother and son lay huddled, a mass of swaying, soaked crops of rice; their number obviously ruined. Had there been eyes to see the downpour, only multiple shades of black could be seen - pitch, murky and smoky gray. Not that any living creature could have stayed outside for nature’s onslaught.

Another tree crashed from the woods behind the hut.

The boy opened frightened eyes and peered into the darkness. From what little he could see, he imagined shadows playing where only gloominess could be seen, if there was even anything to be glimpsed at. He whimpered and pulled his mother’s hand closer, now forgetting his self projected image of being mature, hugging them and willing himself to find comfort and assurance that he was not alone. He could hear his mother’s ragged breath, like she was struggling to control the fear that was assaulting her, if only to show him her strength that he might again find his own courage within his young heart. But something felt wrong to the boy, there was an unevenness to the heartbeat that was echoing loudly within his mother’s chest.

“Mmmaammaa?”

He whispered, but he could barely make out the words of the reply. He could not make out words above the din of the rainstorm, the woman’s mutterings much too faint to hear. Yet, somehow, he could sense that his mother was writhing in pain.

“Mama?”

He repeated louder and this time he could almost make out the words. It sounded like…

And his eyes flew open and gazed blindly into his mother’s agonized face. Fear gripped his chest and stole his breath as the enormity of what his mother’s words implied.

The baby was coming!

I collect books, most of which are consisting of YA and Fantasy/SciFi. I currently have about a little more than a hundred titles (having started collecting what I read since two years ago and I had to let go of about 150 titles when I moved). For you to have a general idean on what I like, here are some of my favorites:

MORTAL INSTRUMENTS & INFERNAL DEVICES by Cassandra Clare

WOLVES OF MERCY FALLS by Maggie Stiefvater

SECRETS OF THE IMMORTAL NICOLAS FLAMEL by Michael Scott

GONE SERIES by Michael Grant

THE RIFT WAR SAGA (And succeeding series) by Raymond E. Feist

WHEEL OF TIME by Robert Jordan (And Sanderson for the later books)

DRAGONLANCE SERIES

DRAGON RIDERS OF PERN by Anne Mccaffrey (and son)

SONG OF ICE AND FIRE - George RR Martin

Well I think you sort of get the picture. hehehe

years ago, my grandmother had a copy of one of the best novels I have ever read. Its entitled Libertine's Destiny which is loosely based on the story of Anastasia...for years Ive been looking for a copy since my grandma's copy mysteriously disappeared. Anybody have a clue?

currently looking for a large sized gecko/tokay or tuko in the philippines...this is for pet...

hey guys...i need a music that is more drum beats and without any lyrics that would be great to choreograph for a cheerdance/pep squad performance...any suggestions?

I heard the music in the Nike Training website...http://niketraining.com.ph/ and found out that it is in the Sharipova video...can anyone tell me whats the title of the music and who is the artist...

Thanks thanks thanks

Im doing a historical research paper..the topic is about Japan and what happened there after World War II as well as its economic recovery!...

Can you please rate their service and Call Support? 1-10. 1-weak...10-excellent!

I was born October 21...and obviously a Libran...a lot of people say im a flirt...are all Librans like this?...

Seven years ago, my Canadian cousin came over for a visit. At 14, he was very aggresive and stole kisses since we shared sleeping quarters. Its a good thing that i was able to stop myself from indulging since he was underaged and I am considerably older than him, but now he is back and 21!...and apparantly still at it... help!!! what should I do...he is HOTTER than ever!!!

My bf works for a rival company so we dont get to see each other as often as we want. A few days ago, I saw an ex contestant to a local male pageant my bf won, making eyes at me...and we work for the same company and have the same brak schedules...I get to spend a little time with him the whole day...now im confused...im beginning to like the guy and totally feeling guilty to my bf who is such a swell person...hmmmm...help please!!!!!!!