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Year of the Dragon
I've posted the prologue of my fic Year of the Dragon, which started off as a 155 word challenge which I wrote in ten minutes flat, and now has got completely out of hand. I'm using a famous quote at the start of every chapter, and I'm putting them up here because I'm proud to have found something so relevant for every chapter, and I hope that people reading this will get some idea of where the fic is going ;-)

Prologue:	"But I may pass the old church door, And pace the floor that covers thee." - Anne Bronte, A Reminiscence
Chapter One: August	"And if thou wilt, remember, And if thou wilt, forget." - Christina Rossetti, When I am Dead, My Dearest
Chapter Two: September	"The unmentionable odour of death Offends the September night." - W.H. Auden, 1st September, 1939
Chapter Three: October	"Dawn massing in the east her melancholy army, Attacks once more in ranks on shivering ranks of grey, But nothing happens." - Wilfred Owen, Exposure.
Chapter Four: November	"Do not tempt me! For I do not wish to become like the Dark Lord himself." - J.R.R. Tolkien, Lord of the Rings
Chapter Five: December	"Cold in the earth - and fifteen wild Decembers From those brown hills, have melted into Spring. Faithful, indeed, is the spirit that remembers After such years of change and suffering!" - Emily Bronte, Remembrance
Chapter Six: January	"What candles may be held to speed them all? Not in the hands of boys, but in their eyes Shall shine the holy glimmers of goodbyes." - Wilfred Owen, Anthem for Doomed Youth.
Chapter Seven: February	"I never watch the scatter'd fire Of stars, or sun's far trailing rain, But all my heart is one desire, And all in vain." - Christina Rossetti, De Profundis.
Chapter Eight: March	"Do not stand at my grave and cry, I am not there, I did not die." - author debated
Chapter Nine: April	"By his dead smile I knew we stood in Hell" - Wilfred Owen, Strange Meeting
Chapter Ten: May	"To face the stark, blank sky beyond the ridge, Knowing their feet had come to the end of the world. Marvelling they stood and watched the long grass swirled By the May breeze." - Wilfred Owen, Spring Offensive
Chapter Eleven: June	"The night is darkening round me, The wild wind coldly blow, But a tyrant spell has bound me, And I cannot, cannot go." - Emily Bronte, The Night is Darkening Round Me
Chapter Twelve: July	"Dim through the misty panes and thick green light, As under a green sea, I saw him drowning. In all my dreams before my helpless sight." - Wilfred Owen, Dulce et Decorum Est
Epilogue:	"If anything might rouse him now, The kind old sun will know." - Wilfred Owen, Futility