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Kimberley Ann Duray Is Not Afraid, by Leah Bobet (9/29/08): Fiction.; They bombed the clinic again at seven a.m. that Friday, between my shower and the hunt for a clean pair of socks.
Bears, by Leah Bobet (11/5/07): Fiction.; Ninety-eight percent of all fictional deaths are directly attributable to being eaten by bears.
The Girl From Another World, by Leah Bobet (8/13/07): Fiction.; She snuggles up next to me. "Let me destroy your dark lords," she says. "Let me restore your kingdom. Let me avenge your sorrows and then I can go home."
Three Days and Nights in Lord Darkdrake's Hall, by Leah Bobet (1/29/07): Fiction.; "No," he said softly. "I know who you are. The lieutenant's girl. The only woman Stoneburn's ever allowed in his Company. They'll come. And they'll die."
Full Fathom Five, by Leah Bobet (10/2/06): Poetry.; Full fathom five you sing the change / into something rich and strange
To Her Mother, by Leah Bobet (8/14/06): Poetry.; I didn't want to let you down
Towers, by Leah Bobet (3/13/06): Fiction.; She had felt strong enough to ramble the hills herself, to take up his sword, to defend and protect and be a guardian by his side. What had waiting been to that?
The Girl with the Heart of Stone, by Leah Bobet (1/9/06): Fiction.; "I am going to seek the Beast in the wilderness," she told him. "I am going to win my own heart back, by force, by wit, or by sacrifice."
They Fight Crime!, by Leah Bobet (10/10/05): Fiction.; Jack and Terri spend their nights off in the back of a '75 Caddy, fighting crime.
Leonid's Family Reunion, by Leah Bobet (10/25/04): Poetry.; Leonid is a good host, a busy host. / He has no time to feel alone.
Displaced Persons, by Leah Bobet, illustration by Alex McVey (8/2/04): Fiction.; One day you're on top of the world; the next, in the gutters of the Emerald City.
Her Hero, by Leah Bobet (3/22/04): Poetry.; Last night, between / the pizza and the death ray / she found out who I was again.
The Rose-Child Iterates, by Leah Bobet (12/8/03): Poetry.; In the dreamworld, she called the filing cabinets brother. / We are alike. We are akin. / Like you, I am full of secrets / Just waiting to be opened up.
Psyche and Eros, by Leah Bobet (5/19/03): Poetry.; She was always the cerebral one. / He was a tumult, a tempest, a true tribulation. / But for him she learned accounting to sort lentils, / Husbandry to pluck golden fleece, / Physics to contain beauty in a box.

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