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| Terry the Tiger and Young Maggie McIver [edit] [delete] |
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| by Tom Campbell (Fiction » Science Fiction) , 2005-01-16 04:01:16 |
| ‘Okay. As I was saying before I so badly interrupted myself: I won’t be on my own because Terry will be with me, you silly furless bumble-bee wearing a badly-worn green plastic-coated woollen skirt and bright orange Wellington boots on its way to see the Queen of Siberia (whom Terry was bought off).' |
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| The Owner of the Golden Crown--Excerpt004 [edit] [delete] |
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| by Tom Campbell (Fiction » Science Fiction) , 2005-01-16 04:57:53 |
| Note: A company of characters are on a journey back home, travelling throughF The Links, which connect the Upper (our world) to the Lower Earth. Nearing the end of their journey, they spy a cylindrical vent rising up through the mines, which is displaying part of the night sky. |
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| Untitled story sci -fi 003 [edit] [delete] |
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| by Tom Campbell (Fiction » Science Fiction) , 2005-01-16 04:01:16 |
| I so I so badly interrupted rising up through the mines, which is displaying part of the night myself: you silly woollen skirt and bright orange Wellington boots on its way to see theI won’t be on my own because Terry will be with me, Okay. As I was saying beforemyself: you silly woollen skirt and bright orange Wellington boots on its way to see theI won’t be on my own because Terry will be with me, Okay. As I was saying before |
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| Untitled story sc -fi 004 [edit] [delete] |
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| by Tom Campbell (Fiction » Science Fiction) , 2005-01-16 04:01:16 |
| ‘Okay. As I was saying before I so badly interrupted myself: I won’t be on my own because Terry will be with me, you silly furless bumble-bee wearing a badly-worn green plastic-coated woollen skirt and bright orange Wellington boots on its way to see the |
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| Untitled story sc-fi 005 [edit] [delete] |
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| by Tom Campbell (Fiction » Science Fiction) , 2005-01-16 04:01:16 |
| ‘Okay. As I was saying before I so badly interrupted myself: I won’t be on my own because Terry will be with me, you silly furless bumble-bee wearing a badly-worn green plastic-coated woollen skirt and bright orange Wellington boots on its way to see the |
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