This chapter is a long one. Not as long as some of my other stories, but longer than what I write for this one.

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At the break of dawn, Aang awoke with loud yawn. He stretched his arms over his head but felt too comfortable to get up. "That was a good sleep," he said drowsily. "Such a soft bed."

Blearily opening his eyes, Aang looked up at the unfamiliar stone ceiling. He blinked.

Sitting up, the young monk surveyed the room he found himself in. It was definitely a noble's bedroom; no normal person would have a bedroom of that size. There was even a table, chairs, and an ornate wardrobe. The bed he was lying on had pale pink, almost white curtains that were tied with golden sashes to the four bedposts. The room would fit right in to one from Zuko's palace if it wasn't for the different aesthetic. Instead of being decorated with Fire Nation flags and weapons, the décor was largely impersonal. The color scheme of pink, gold, and brown, combined with the styling on the wardrobe, gave the room a light feminine touch. If it wasn't for the lack of personal belongs, Aang would guess the room belonged to young noble girl.

Why was he sleeping there again?

Aang looked down at his side, where a petite girl was curled up fast asleep. Her bright pink hair was a tangled mess, and a small trickle of droll fell from the corner of her mouth. Louise looked to be at peace when she was sleeping, unlike her near panicked state from the night before. She had a very childlike cuteness to her. Aang couldn't resist poking her cheek.

A frown came over Louise's face as she furrowed her brow and turned on her other side. Aang watched as the girl settled down again, cuteness once again overcoming her features as her face settled into ease. Unable to help himself, Aang took the opportunity to poke her other cheek. Louise's face scrunched up as she rolled over once again, still fast asleep.

Aang knew that he should probably stop, but her expressions were too cute to resist. "Just one more," he told himself.

He aimed his finger at Louise's squishy cheek and poked it.

Or, at least he would, if Louise hadn't rolled onto her back and opened her eyes to see Aang's finger dangling over her nose.

Louise screamed and kicked out her leg in the vague of direction of Aang's seated body.

With the reflexes and grace of an Airbending master, Aang twisted his body, transitioned into a back handspring, and landed untouched on the floor. "Good morning?" he offered sheepishly.

Louise's panicked scream caught in her throat when she realized who she had almost kicked. "What were you doing?" she screeched.

"Sorry," Aang apologized. "Your cheeks were too tempting." He had often poked the cheeks of his sleeping children' it was habit at this point. Somehow, out of everything in his adult memories, that was one of the few that had held fast.

Louise glared of disapproval told Aang what she thought of his excuse. Aang offered, "You're cute when you're sleeping."

Louise broke her glare and sighed. "Just don't do it again," she said with as much sternness as she could muster. He was still a child, so she couldn't fault him for doing something childish. It was up to her to take care of him, and while she really wanted to yell at him, she needed to conduct herself in a manner befitting a noble lady. And it was better that he was comfortable enough around her to do such things. That way, he would be more willing to answer sensitive questions about his origins.

Aang's stomach rumbled. He immediately bent over at the waist. "So hungry," he groaned.

"You're not going to die," Louise said flatly.

"I feel like I haven't eaten in forever," Aang complained.

Louise then remembered that she hadn't fed him anything the night before. After meeting with the Headmaster, she had returned to the room kicking herself for not remembering to request a separate room for her familiar. After all, the pile of hay she had lying in the corner was suited for an animal familiar, not a foreign prodigy mage. She had found Aang sleeping on her bed and considered rousing him. However, feeling tired herself, she decided that she would take care of alternate sleeping arrangements the next day and instead went to sleep beside him.

Given that Louise had summoned Aang in the afternoon, that meant he had spent the past eighteen hours without food, which was terrible for a growing boy. And that was assuming he shortly before summoned, which, given the circumstances, could easily not be the case.

"The dining hall should be opening right about this time," she informed Aang. "Let me get dressed and then I'll—" She blushed, finally recognizing that Aang was a boy in her room, and she still looked like she had rolled out of bed. He may be a child, but it was still embarrassing.

"Something wrong, Louise?" Aang asked, worried that she had suddenly stopped in mid-sentence. "Your face is turning red."

Louise turned her face away. "I'm fine," she assured him. The contrast between her actions and words failed to convince Aang. "I just need a few minutes to ready myself before I go."

"…Fine" Aang said begrudgingly. He crossed his arms and legs and summoned an Air Scooter underneath himself.

Louise cleared her throat. "Could I trouble you to… wait outside while I change?"

Aang was going to ask why, but quickly pieced together an answer. "Oh…" is what he said instead. "In that case, I'll just head over to the dining hall by myself."

"I don't want you getting lost," said Louise worriedly, though it sounded to Aang like there was something else she was worried about.

"I'll just follow my senses," Aang assured her. "The nose knows!" He grabbed his staff from where he left it propped up against the wall and headed to the window. "See you later!"

"Wait! We're not on the ground floor!"

With a loud whoop, Aang jumped out the window. Louise ran the window and stuck her head out, only to immediately rear back as Aang came shooting straight up. Both hands were clenched on ribs that extended from his staff. Said staff now had a two sets of orange wings. The larger set of wings stretched out from Aang's back, while the smaller set were near his feet, much like a bird's tail feathers.

"He used transmutation on his staff to give it wings, and he can fly," Louise said to herself. She had been startled, by she wasn't surprised at this point. Transmutation was a dot class earth spell, nothing special. But using it in tandem with the line class spell of flight was the skill of a triangle class mage.

A basic flight was fairly simple: pushing the wind to allow a mage to hover or travel in roughly straight directions. More complicated maneuvers were difficult due to the necessary level of control. Aang, however, appeared to have no issues as he flew in loops and corkscrews. Whether it be by his mastery of wind or the transmuted wings on his staff, his aerial acrobatics were the most impressive Louise had ever witnessed. And the ease of which he did so…

"This is the talent of a prodigy," the mage said in whispered awe.

Sighing, Louise turned back to her wardrobe. At least the commotion Aang was making would make it easier to find him during breakfast. Even if she did tell him not to attract attention, she supposed it was too much to expect a child to keep her instructions in mind. She still had to find him quickly, before he got himself mixed up with nobles who did not, and should not, know about his circumstances.

Gliding over the Academy's central building, Aang was enjoying the feeling of the sun's rays tickling his face as the smell of fresh morning dew filtered through his nose. Then, he felt his nose twitch as a hearty smell entered his nostrils. "Food…" he said hungrily.

Down below, a set of large doors were open wide. Aang could see a few students entering building, while a few others took seats at tables and chairs set up outside. He wanted to quell the rumbling of his stomach as soon as possible, but he remembered Louise's warning about standing out.

"I don't see anyone else flying," he remarked thoughtfully after surveying the skies. He supposed that it could be that no one else felt like flying to breakfast, but he decided it would be best not to reveal his ability to fly until he confirmed other people could fly too.

Aang slapped his forehead with his hand. "I should have realized that sooner," he admonished himself. "I'm lucky no one's noticed me yet."

Aang scanned for a good landing zone. Spying an unobserved cluster of bushes, he steered towards his destination. He folded in the wings of his glider as he dove straight into the bush. The landing was cushioned by air, but Aang couldn't' help the rustling of branches and falling of leaves from the impact. After waiting a moment to avoid suspicion, the airbender stepped out of the bush. A quick shake and some air bending cleared the stray leaves and twigs from his clothes. Confident that his landing had gone undetected, Aang sniffed the air and turned towards the delicious odor.

A girl in a maid outfit stood in his way. Looking at Aang, her blue eyes were wide with surprise and concern.

Aang stared back at her. He turned his head to the bush he had come from. Then he looked back at the maid. Aang flashed her his best disarming smile. "Hi!" he said enthusiastically. "It's a beautiful day for a walk, right?" Mentally, Aang was screaming at himself for potentially being caught.

The maid seemed confused by his statement. "I suppose it is, sir," she replied after a pause.

"No need to call me sir," Aang said with a shake of his head. "My name's Aang. What's yours?"

The maid recovered quickly and gave a small bow. "I am Siesta, Mister Aang," she replied politely.

"Mister Aang?" Aang echoed questioningly.

"Master Aang?" Siesta tried.

Aang made a face. "No, that sounds even worse. Just call me Aang. I don't need a title or anything."

"But I couldn't," Siesta insisted. "It would be rude of me to not address you by your station."

"Oh… right, I'm a noble or something," Aang reflected aloud.

Siesta seemed even more confused by Aang's uncertainty of his own station.

"Well, if it makes you feel better, call me whatever you like," Aang said. His stomach then decided to growl audibly. Aang gave Siesta a sheepish grin. "I'm off to eat, see you around, Siesta!"

Siesta watched the young boy walk off curiously. Aang was certainly a peculiar child. He didn't wear the traditional robes of a student, he looked far too young to attend the academy, and he couldn't even remember his station. However, Siesta was certain that he was a mage.

After all, what commoner could summon wings on a stick and fly?

Aang found that that the cafeteria had a surprisingly unornate and practical design. Like most of the academy, it was crafted from stone and wood. The walls were plastered with light, neutral colors. The tables and chairs were made of solid brown wood. Some tables were set for six people, other for four, and others for two. It appeared that the seating was designed for student groups of all sizes.

Since it was still early in the morning, there were very few students seated in the cafeteria. A steady trickle of students was only just entering as Aang and Louise finished their meals. Servants came to and from several side doors around the cafeteria, rather serving meals or clearing away trays and messes.

"That was delicious," said Aang, patting his bloated stomach.

Louise looked at him incredulously. "Where do you put all of it?" she asked in awe. Her own meal sat in front of her, not even a third of the way finished. Nobles were served much larger portions than they could feasibly eat so that they had plenty of options to choose from. No one was expected to consume the assortment of food set before them. Which is why Louise couldn't fathom how the skinny child in front of her had fit almost everything into his stomach. The only food remaining was the bacon and fried eggs, which Aang didn't even taste as he ate everything around them. Louise supposed he wasn't a fan of them, which was perfectly fine.

"I'm a growing boy," Aang replied. He frowned suddenly, and a contemplative look came over his face. "I think I'm a growing boy. I am growing up right?"

Thinking that he was relapsing into his memories, Louise quickly jumped to answer him. "Yes, of course you are," Louise assured him in her best motherly tone. "You're going to grow up to be a tall, hansome nobleman."

"With a beard!"

Louise refrained from rolling her eyes. "Yes, you'll grow a beard too," she said drily. It didn't take much to humor his childish dreams. And with how much he ate, she could easily see him shooting up in height. "By the way, my class has the rest of the day free. Is there anywhere you would like to go?"

Aang thought about it for a moment. "I don't know. I guess I'd just like exploring around. Oh, but if you had a library that'd be great."

"You can read?" Louise asked incredulously.

Aang looked at her blankly. "I'm pretty sure I can?" he said hesitantly. He remembered reading before, but the script he'd seen around the school so far resembled nothing like the language he was familiar with.

"Very well," said Louise with a considering nod. "We'll go for a tour of the school and visit the library. Let me finish my meal first though."

Aang nodded, then looked towards the doors that led to the outside. "I'm going to get some fresh air in the meantime," he said. Before Louise could give a response, he backflipped over the back of his chair, twisted in the air, and landed gracefully on his feet. His staff swept behind him as he gave a quick bow.

Louise shot him a disapproving look, but then her expression softened at his childish pout. "I'd prefer if you stayed close," she said slowly.

"Louise," a teasing voice called.

Louise turned to see the bane of her existence, and her usual tagalong, strolling up to them. "Zerbst," she growled.

"Is she a friend of yours?" Aang asked.

"That harl—ahem—hardly, I meant she's hardly a friend," Louise corrected herself. As much as the Germanian cow deserved every scathing word, Louise would hold herself back in a child's presence. "She's a mean troublemaker. You can go on ahead. Just don't wander off too far or get into trouble."

"Will do!" Aang replied as he scampered away.

He felt a little bad manipulating Louise, but he wanted some fresh air. If she was going to treat him like a child, he'd act like a child. That came with pouting and other devious childish machinations. But… he did feel like he should act more mature. Childish body or not, the monk had been an adult before. Even at a young age, being the Avatar had forced him to grow up much faster than a normal child.

In fact, Aang's childhood had been cut short once he had been told that he was the Avatar. Ever since that night he fled the temple and ended up in an iceberg, he had been carrying the fate of the world on his shoulders. Now, reborn in this new era, he was faced with a much smaller but not easier choice. He could act the age he appeared to be, or could he pull on his shaky memories to act more like an adult.

"Is it wrong for me to act my age?" he wondered aloud.

"I think it's perfectly fine," came a voice from behind.

Aang jumped straight up. Out of habit, a burst of wind aided his ascent. He landed in a crouch on the stone archway that covered the large wooden doors. Looking down, Aang spotted Siesta looking up at him. With a sheepish smile, he hopped down, summoning a cushion of air to slow his fall. "You startled me, Seista," he told the maid.

"My apologizes," Siesta said with a small bow. Aang was worried about her being too subservient, but then he noticed the amused smile on her face.

"How do you keep sneaking up on me?" Aang asked. "I didn't sense you at all."

"Perhaps you should keep your eyes open a bit more," Siesta said mysteriously. She turned, and Aang took notice of the empty tray at her side. "I couldn't help but overhear your plight."

"Yeah…" said Aang, scuffing the stone steps with his foot. "You think it's okay for me to act my age? Even if I… well, know how to act more mature?"

"I won't say I understand the responsibilities of a noble," said Siesta. "But children your age should be enjoying themselves. As long as you don't neglect your duties, I don't see anything wrong by it."

"Thanks." Aang had an impulsive thought and acted on it. Siesta was surprised when Aang clutched her in a brief, though tight, hug. "I needed to hear that."

"I'm happy to help," Siesta said with a warm smile. "Now, I have duties to attend to. So I'll have to bid you a good day, mister—" Seeing his disappointed pout, she corrected herself, "Have a good day, Aang."

Aang's face instantly brightened as he waved her goodbye. "I don't think I could act like an adult if I tried," he said under his breathe. That emotionally vulnerable moment he felt was not the experience of a fully mature adult. Even with adult memories, the child part of him was very strong. Too strong. Almost like he was a kid again, not just physically, but mentally.

"That's too much thinking," he said dismissively. Deciding to dwell on the thought later, Aang decided to go on and do what he came outside to do. Explore!

The courtyard was very open with no trees in sight. Only a sea of grass stretched from the central building to the outer stone walls. White tables and chairs were set up on the grass near the cafeteria. There were only a few students milling about, leaving most of the tables empty. The few students that were seated were all accompanied by their familiars. Aang had never seen such creatures before in his life. Or at least, he couldn't remember seeing those creatures before.

Curious, Aang wandered closer to the tables. The nobles gave him odd looks as he passed from table to table. Even with his eyes focused on the unusual creatures, whispers floated into Aang's ears. Whispers of confusion, speculation, and scorn.

"That's the child Louise summoned."

"I wonder where she got his weird clothes."

"What did she use to paint those awful markings?"

"Having a child pretend to be her familiar, how disgraceful."

"I can't wait for her to finally be kicked out of the Academy."

"Agreed, Louise the Zero needs to go."

Aang visibly slumped. For a school of nobles, they were very petty. He didn't like how they were insulting Louise. But he also knew confronting them in anger wouldn't solve the problem. If anything, it would get worse. The monk did his best to close off his ears as he passed through the tables, now intent on getting some distance betwen himself and the nobles.

As Aang did so, one of the nobles he was passing stood up from his seat, speaking words of wooing to the brown-cloaked girl sat with. As the blonde noble pulled his cape from the chair, a vial fell out of it. Aang stretched out his arm and snagged it before the glass could hit the ground.

"That was close," Aang said as he straightened up.

The blonde noble turned around, seeing Aang standing up with an object in his hand that shimmered in the morning light. "What are you doing?" The blonde boy asked.

"You almost dropped this," said Aang, handing the vial back to him. "It looks expensive, that could have been pretty bad."

Expensive it was. The bottle was made of crystalline color-stained glass, a material no commoner could afford in their lifetime. The violet color and elegant fractured spherical shape only added to its value. Aang could smell the lingering aroma seeping from the container's sealed lid. It was a perfume, a very strong one.

The noble boy's eyes widened when he realized what Aang was handing him. He turned his head away. "That's not mine," he denied haughtily.

"Are you sure?" Aang asked skeptically. "It fell from your pocket."

"You think I wouldn't know if it was mine?" The student looked offended by the suggestion.

Aang shrugged. "Maybe it's your girlfriend's then," he said. Not noticing the panic overcoming the noble boy's face, Aang turned to the female student, a purple eyed brunette, who had been observing their conversation with obvious confusion. "Is this yours?" Aang asked her.

The girl shook her head. "I don't own something as expensive as that," she confessed with flushed cheeks.

"That's so weird," said Aang, tossing the vial idly in the air and catching it as he came down. He barely paid attention to the vial as he juggled it, his mind trying to figure out who it could belong to. "Maybe someone slipped it into your pocket."

The noble boy's face visibly twitched as the vial spun through the air, constantly catching the light due to its refractive surface. His hands kept stretching toward the vial, but he forced his arms back.

"Guiche, do you have another girl?" the noble girl suddenly asked, her violet eyes pained with sadness.

"Katie, I would never do such a thing!" said Guiche, pulling his eyes from the perfume's acrobatics. "Sure, many girls vie for my affections, but you are the only rose that blooms in the garden of my heart."

"Guiche!" Eyes brimming with happy tears, Katie clasped her hands together in heart-struck joy.

"Guiche!" came an angry shout from across the way.

The three turned to see a furious noble girl with blond ringlets stomping towards them. Her black cape fluttered in the light breeze, and her blue eyes carried a promise of vengeance.

"Montmorency!" Guiche squeaked, a bead of sweating tracing the edge of his brow. "What are you doing here?"

"I was trying to look for you before our breakfast date," the irate girl replied. "But then I heard you professing your love for a first year while seeing a commoner use my perfume as a juggling ball." She shot a glare at Aang as she said this.

Aang caught the vial sheepishly and extended it towards Montmorency. The noble girl snatched it back without even looking at his face. "Your welcome," Aang muttered under his breath.

"Breakfast date?" Katie repeated. She turned towards Guiche. "Guiche, is that why you wanted us to have your breakfast outside? You were cheating on me?"

Another bead of sweat dripped from Guiche's head. "N-not exactly…"

"Cheating on you? He was cheating on me!" Montmorency said furiously. "We've been going out for over a year now!"

Katie's eyes teared up. "Guiche, you were using me as a side girl?"

"No!" Guiche denied. "I mean, I just was—"

"You were taking advantage of a first year! Am I not enough for you? Is that it?"

"My dearest Mon Mon, I never meant—"

"She's your dearest?" Katie asked in a broken voice.

Guiche's eyes widened as he fumbled a response. "No! Yes! I mean—"

"I never want to see you again!" Katie shouted.

"You disgust me," Montmorency said with an upturned nose.

Desperate, Guiche pulled his last act of bravado. "Now ladies, my affection is free to anyone who flocks towards me," he said suavely. "I'm sure there's a way we could come to an agreement."

"No way!" the two girls said in unison.

SMACK

Aang looked down without pity where Guiche was lying on the grass. The noble's body was wracked with shame. His face bore twin red handprints, one from each girl. The commotion from the argument had brought over a small crowd from the surrounding tables and beyond, and now most of them were laughing at Guiche and pointing.

"You can't escape angry girls, playboy."

"What a joke, I can't believe it took this long for this to happen."

"He's a shameless flirt; about time he got taken down a size."

"You're such a loser, Guiche."

While Aang agreed that Guiche deserved a punishment for his betrayal, he did not approve of the public shaming that was going on. Just minutes earlier the students had mocked Louise for her magic—which made no sense to Aang, since Louise must have used an extremely powerful spell to bring him back from the dead—and now that same group was insulting Guiche without respite. Not a single person was saying anything in his defense. There was no comradery, just savage vultures feasting off other's humiliation.

Aang's eyes narrowed, and he opened his mouth to speak up, but a voice said first, "You!"

Aang turned to Guiche, who was lying on the ground and glaring at the bald monk. "Me?" Aang asked, just to be sure.

"You're the reason I just lost two beauties!" Guiche declared. Rising from the ground, he drew a rose from his robes. "Your master will hear about this, commoner!"

"I'm not a commoner," Aang stated.

"That's right," said Guiche, with a cruel smirk. "You're just a familiar. A familiar of Louise the Zero. You're even more worthless than your master."

Aang's eyes narrowed. "I was going to pity you, but since you're insulting Louise, I don't feel you deserve it," he said. Aang didn't mind the insults to himself. Child in mind and body he may be, he had faced far worse than petty insults in his lifetime. But Louise was a hardworking young girl with plenty of potential. Calling her worthless, especially to his face, was unacceptable.

"You think I need your pity, boy?" Guiche sneered. "It appears someone is in need of discipline."

"Agreed," said Aang with a solemn nod. "If you were disciplined more as a child, you would know better than to toy with girls' hearts."

The crowd laughed at Guiche. Scowling, Aang then turned to them, holding his staff out. "And you guys aren't any better," he shouted at them. "You think insulting others and bring them down makes you better people. Well, guess what? It doesn't!"

The crowd's laughter died. Some looked angry at Aang's words, but a select few seemed contemplative.

"You, a commoner, think you insult me?" Guiche asked Aang. "I am Guiche de Gramont, son of General Gramont. My family has a powerful military background."

Aang slowly turned back around to face Guiche. "Is that supposed to mean something?" the young monk asked. "Just because your father is skilled in battle doesn't make you any better of a person."

Guiche grated his teeth. He had been insulted before, but never by a commoner, and a child no less. "I challenge you to a duel!" he declared.

Aang stared at him. Seeing that Guiche was serious, he asked, "Why?"

"Because you have laid grave insults against me," said Guiche. "As a man, I cannot take those insults without retribution."

"I'm pretty sure a man doesn't take petty things so seriously," Aang deadpanned. Guiche's forehead veins scrunched up in anger. "Anyway," Aang continued. "I'm not a fan of violence, so I won't duel you."

"Of course, if you're scared, I won't hold it against you," said Guiche. "You are a commoner child after all."

Aang gave him a deadpan look. Given Guiche's attitude thus far, he doubted the noble was anywhere near his level of power. Still, using his bending to beat up a child—even if the child in question was older than his current self—would leave a bad taste in his mouth. "I'm not going to be baited that easily," Aang said firmly. "Now if you'll excuse me, I'm going to go find Louise."

"You think you can walk away from a duel of honor?"

Aang froze the word bringing a flash of memories to his eyes. He slowly turned around to face Guiche. "Honor?" he repeated.

"For my honor as a man and a noble, I must challenge you to a duel," Guiche declared. "But I wouldn't expect a child to know of such things."

Aang sighed. This was like Zuko all over again, except this time, Guiche's defense of his honor was already corrupted. "I'm well aware of what honor compels nobles do," Aang said solemnly. "I have seen honor drive them to the brink of despair, flung to the farthest corners of the world. Truly, a noble's honor is a terrible burden to bear." Aang took a deep breath in. "Fine. If it is your honor at stake, I cannot turn you down. Guiche de Grammont, I, Aang of the Air Nomads, will accept your duel."

Honor. The dreaded word. Not even Aang is immune to its power. Or maybe he's just weak to it thanks to his experience with Zuko.

Originally, I wanted to get the duel in this chapter, but I was struggling to get it written in time, and this part was already long enough. The best thing about having multiple source material is the many ways I can do these early scenes. The LN, Manga, and Anime have enough differences for me to easily pick and choose events to fit the narrative. And if something doesn't work, that's what creativity is for!

Now, I know some of you have left reviews that indicate your desire to see certain characters in the Louise Summons series. Well, now I have a way to judge general interest. There is a poll up on my profile right now with over twenty candidates of familiars for Louise to summon. Fair warning, I only have about a dozen unused characters that I've been trying to write intro chapter for, so not everyone on the list will be as easy to write.

Also... the survey gives me an indication of interest, but it doesn't determine what I write next. After all, even if you all want something, inspiration has to hit me. With that being said, here's some people who are doing really well in the polls right now. These are in ALPHABETICAL order.

Ben Tennyson (Ben 10)

Danny Fenton (Danny Phantom)

Izuku Midoriya (My Hero Academia)

Samurai Jack (Samurai Jack)

Yagi Toshinori/All Might (My Hero Academia)

Zuko (Avatar: the Last Airbender)

I'm not going to give percentages or numbers on votes. I want to give you a good idea of what's to come without influencing your votes too much. You can vote for any of the characters on the list. I gave you seven options to ensure you'd be able to grab anyone you like from the list. If you want to request someone, shoot me a PM.

Now, the past two months have been burning me out writing-wise, so I don't think anything else will be uploaded until my next regular update next month. And then, based on poll results and what I can come up with, we'll see if next month will bring a new story or two.

Aight, this A/N's gotten long enough. Vote on the poll! Shoot me some reviews! Remember, reviews are food for a writer's soul!