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Port Alveridge Tales
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Where Has Lonely Dog Been Hiding?
No one could predict how many days a Midsummer Madness Festival might last.
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Lonely Escapes
For the second time in his life Lonely was being driven to Revellers Green at high speed and
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The Battle of Beaconsfield
Rolph Flannegan often tried to enliven his lessons on Houndish history by inviting speakers to address the students.
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Lonely’s Awakening
‘These folks are like kin to you, ain’t they Lonely?’ Brother Jeroboam asked, his voice so low, Lonely
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A Bronson Tale
Bronson suddenly spotted Celia wheeling a small hound and pushing her way through the circle of Howlers towards
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Who is Celia Crème?
Her ravishingly coiffed face appears regularly on the covers of tabloids and magazines and is instantly recognized and admired by all in Catside.
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Lonely Dog Captured
Warden O’Grady was standing by the iron gate at the prison jetty, it was surmounted with razor wire
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An Interview with Rolph Flannegan
Rolph Flannegan still lives in the old red bricked building that housed the Alveridge County Orphange.
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Inside the Sun Curry House
Peering through the barred porthole of his cell, Bronson watched Ruddegan striding down the jetty towards the main gate.
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The Land of Alveridgea
The little town snuggles contentedly against the warm Esparrow Sea, protected from the cold winds that blow off the snow-capped Shipwoods to the east, splayed like a sleeping hound in the velvet darkness.