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Evan attempts to keep the gem safe; however, when the gem is stolen, he chases after and recovers it. Before he can leave, the lead necromancer appears and Evan must battle him to the death or risk losing the gem forever.</subtitle><link rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://aglaril.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://aglaril.blogspot.com/" /><link rel="hub" href="http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/" /><author><name>feitelberg</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14657801091725743274</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email></author><generator version="7.00" uri="http://www.blogger.com">Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>3</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>25</openSearch:itemsPerPage><link rel="self" href="http://feeds.feedburner.com/TheAglarilCycle" type="application/atom+xml" /><feedburner:emailServiceId>TheAglarilCycle</feedburner:emailServiceId><feedburner:feedburnerHostname>http://feedburner.google.com</feedburner:feedburnerHostname><atom10:link xmlns:atom10="http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom" rel="hub" href="http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com" /><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;DkAESHc8eyp7ImA9WxNQGUU.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-440970446089711302.post-8547875451564195094</id><published>2009-09-26T13:05:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2009-09-26T13:05:09.973-04:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2009-09-26T13:05:09.973-04:00</app:edited><title>Chapter 3 Fire and Lightning</title><summary>Father Evan and Sir Ambrose followed the path to the left. The granite walls in this part of the ruins were in better shape than elsewhere. The walls towered twenty feet above their heads for ten yards then stopped as they emerged into the remains of a large plaza.

Grass and weeds had overgrown the cobblestones and two collapsed stone structures lay in a heap about fifty feet from Evan, a large </summary><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://aglaril.blogspot.com/feeds/8547875451564195094/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=440970446089711302&amp;postID=8547875451564195094" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/440970446089711302/posts/default/8547875451564195094?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/440970446089711302/posts/default/8547875451564195094?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/TheAglarilCycle/~3/w-443caPC68/chapter-3-fire-and-lightning.html" title="Chapter 3 Fire and Lightning" /><author><name>feitelberg</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14657801091725743274</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty name="OpenSocialUserId" value="04567978449955674199" /></author><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://aglaril.blogspot.com/2009/09/chapter-3-fire-and-lightning.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;C0QDRnw6fyp7ImA9WxNVFEU.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-440970446089711302.post-4057912992666141774</id><published>2009-09-12T10:02:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-10-25T10:36:17.217-04:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2009-10-25T10:36:17.217-04:00</app:edited><title>Chapter 2 Earthquake</title><summary>

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 Lan and his men headed to the right on foot. The Michaeline captain placed </summary><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://aglaril.blogspot.com/feeds/4057912992666141774/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=440970446089711302&amp;postID=4057912992666141774" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/440970446089711302/posts/default/4057912992666141774?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/440970446089711302/posts/default/4057912992666141774?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/TheAglarilCycle/~3/lCj_hTIcGjA/chapter-2-earthquake.html" title="Chapter 2 Earthquake" /><author><name>feitelberg</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14657801091725743274</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty name="OpenSocialUserId" value="04567978449955674199" /></author><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://aglaril.blogspot.com/2009/09/chapter-2-earthquake.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;DEQFQnszfSp7ImA9WxNUEU0.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-440970446089711302.post-7713263686327176166</id><published>2009-05-07T20:11:00.016-04:00</published><updated>2009-11-01T15:11:53.585-05:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2009-11-01T15:11:53.585-05:00</app:edited><title>Chapter 1 Into the Ruins of Mirea</title><summary>

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 A streak of small round clouds arced high across the bright blue sky looking like a ribbon of uneven swabs that had been painted against the azure firmament. Along the edge of the </summary><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://aglaril.blogspot.com/feeds/7713263686327176166/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=440970446089711302&amp;postID=7713263686327176166" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/440970446089711302/posts/default/7713263686327176166?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/440970446089711302/posts/default/7713263686327176166?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/TheAglarilCycle/~3/-mj2cbq1ZEs/daniel-awoke-suddenly.html" title="Chapter 1 Into the Ruins of Mirea" /><author><name>feitelberg</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14657801091725743274</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty name="OpenSocialUserId" value="04567978449955674199" /></author><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://aglaril.blogspot.com/2008/01/daniel-awoke-suddenly.html</feedburner:origLink></entry></feed>
