title: Of God's Chocolate Garden I Dream: A Collection of Poetry in Chocolate and Then Some
author:  Cycle Girl 
description: Down a crystal pathway Through the rainbow-colored rays Between the crystal mountains Lined with chocolate fountains The sweetest music fills the air And angels are working everywhere Im an author and trained in stained glass, copper foil, and freehand glass designs working with a glass saw. My new book, Of Gods Chocolate Garden I Dream, is a collection of story-poems and short stories that takes the reader on a fun, heavenly chocolate journey and also gives drops of Gods jewels of wisdom. And with each drop of Gods jewels of wisdom, the readers heart will gain rubies of knowledge. I have previously authored, designed, and published a poster in honor of our veterans, as well as framed poetry (for home decoration) for the retail market. I keep an open mind for new innovations for product and food markets. I am currently working on my first nonfiction book. I enjoy the beauty of Gods creation, especially animals, trees, the night sky, and good music, such as Hearts of Space music (http://www.hos.com/). Other interests are medical research with an emphasis on natural remedies, collecting rocks, gardening, and motorcycles. Most important is my Bible study. My other Web site links are listed here: http://about.me/katherine_lyles Sincerely, Katherine Lyles (AKA Cycle Girl)
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  Laurell K. Hamilton: Meredith Gentry 05 Mistral's Kiss
  
  
  
  
  
  Mistralï¿½s Kiss
  
  
  By
  
  
  Laurell K. Hamilton
  
  
  CHAPTER 1
  
  
  I DREAMT OF WARM FLESH AND COOKIES. THE SEX I UNDERSTOOD, but the
  cookiesï¿½Why cookies? Why not cake, or meat? But thatï¿½s what my
  subconscious chose as I dreamt. We were eating in the tiny kitchen of myLos
  Angeles apartmentï¿½an apartment I didnï¿½t live in anymore, outside of
  dreams.Thewe were me, Princess Meredithï¿½the only faerie royal ever born on
  American soilï¿½and my royal guards, more than a dozen of them.
  
  
  They moved around me with skin the color of darkest night, whitest snow, the
  pale of newborn leaves, the brown of leaves that have gone down to die on the
  forest floor, a rainbow of men moving nude around the kitchen.
  
  
  The real apartment kitchen would have barely held three of us, but in the
  dream everyone walked through that narrow space between sink and stove and
  cabinets as if there were all the room in the world. We were havi