It's a joke based on the warnings people sometimes attach to their books on Inkpop (i.e. Strong Language or Violence).

I'm not finished yet. But almost there!

Emily, this is really good!  The plot is interesting...I'd love more details :)  I like the details from all of the girl's sensory perception you have.  I can't imagine finishing a 30,000 word novel.  That's awesome.  I really have trouble finishing things.

In the little pitch, maybe you can say that the queen was always one step ahead of them, instead of one step behind them.  Unless they really are always winning.

That. Was. Amazing. Moar. Or. You. Die. ^.^

Were you the one who posted the story for your English class about the e. cummings poem? They were both FANTABULOUS so... 

No, Olive, I wasn't. :P I don't know who that was. But here's the rest of the first chapter:

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“That was a dangerous thing to do, Derrek,” drawled a masculine speaker. I realized there must be at least two men standing around the corner.  “The Queen’ll give you a lash for every damaged hair on her head. She says take her alive, and you go givin’ her a whackin’ great clout like that.”
Something like a faint alarm bell rang in my head when he said the word, “Queen.”  But when I thought about it, I realized I hadn’t the faintest idea what he was talking about.
“It was all I could do, sir,” said a second voice.  “She was wrigglin’ like a fish and hollerin’.  I had to make her shut up.”
The footsteps became louder than ever, and the two men came into view on the other side of the bars. One was tall and thin, wearing a tunic, tall boots, and a perpetual sneer. The other was short with disheveled blond hair, and a look on his face like a kicked dog.
The taller one unlocked the cell door and stepped in.  “So, she’s come around.”  I recognized his voice as the first speaker.
The shorter one, who had confessed to hitting me, remarked, “I told you she was tough.”  By the look on his face, he almost seemed afraid of me. How odd. I gave him a long, hard glare and he backed up a pace or two.
“We’ll see,” said the taller one. He turned back to me, and spoke in a condescending voice.  “What’s the matter?  Can’t you talk?”
“I can speak just fine.”  I had wanted to make it a biting retort, but my voice was hoarse.  “I want to know who you are, what this place is, and why in the world I’m here.”
He curled his lip.  “Who we are. Well, I’m Jacob and this is Derrek. As for the other questions, you know the answers. And I think from now on, I’ll be doing the asking.”
“Honestly!”  I yelled. I tried to rise to my feet, but was stopped by the short length of the chains. “I don’t know what’s going on. Why am I chained up? Who’s in charge of this place? Or how about taking me to that Queen you mentioned earlier?”
The two men looked at each other. “Now look what you’ve done,” said Jacob, turning to his partner. “You’ve hit her too hard, and now she’s daft.”
“I’m not daft,” I said.
“You’d have to be to want to see the Queen,” declared Jacob cynically.
“Don’t you understand?  I don’t remember anything!  I don’t even know who I am!”
Derrek blanched. “I- I think she’s lying. They say she’s very clever.”
“Well she could be lying,” returned Jacob. “But she could be telling the truth. Just look at her head. That’s your fault.”
I reached up tentatively to feel my scalp, and winced. Blood came off on my fingers. A long, sticky black braid swung around to the front of my body.
“The Queen must be informed.”
“No!” cried Derrek. “Please, no! We can say… we can at least try and find out if she’s lying first.”
Jacob lowered his voice, but he didn’t seem to care that I could still hear him. “You know we weren’t supposed to do anything without the Queen’s permission except scare her a bit. And I’ve checked up on her health, and found that…” He gestured toward my head. “And it will not go unreported, especially if she claims amnesia, fake or no. And if she does have amnesia, we’ll never catch the rest of ‘em.”
“But there’s no way she’s faking, she can’t not be faking, please just tell the Queen she’s fine!”
“It’s no use lying. The Queen always finds out.”
“But it’s our only chance!” Derrek pleaded.
“Your only chance. I’m innocent, and plan to stay that way. I’m not risking my neck for you.”
Derrek let out a small moan.
Jacob unlocked the door, and Derrek shuffled ruefully after him. The door clanged shut and they were gone.
Again I searched my brain trying to remember anything. And surprisingly, something like a memory sprang to my mind this time. Somewhere, a person— a person I had not expected to see. But who, and when, and why? I started undoing my braid with the one hand that could reach it.
After what seemed like hours I heard footsteps approaching. It must be the guards coming back. One of them anyway, as the taps were clear and even. I wondered if I was going to be taken to the Queen now.
They grew closer, and then stopped. A shadow moved near the door.
Oh wait, he was the shadow.
It was a different guard this time, a man not much older than myself- maybe even the same age. He had rich brown skin and dark, loosely curled hair, and his face- now that I could see it- was boyish and pleasant.
He was dressed the same as the others had been, but when he saw me, he grinned. At the door he produced a key ring, and fumbled to find the right one.
“Hello?” I ventured.
The door swung open and he entered.  Dropping to his knees, he started to unlock the shackles.
He spoke under his breath, as if to someone else. “Ah! I’ve found you! I had to infiltrate. It took so long; there are so many passages- I hope you’re all right.” He glanced with displeasure at my head, and turned to the other wrist. “I can’t help but ask though- are our secrets safe?”
“Who are you?” I asked flatly.
He froze, with the key mid-turn in the lock. Then he relaxed, seeming to understand.   

“It’s okay,” he said. “There’s no one around, we’re safe.”
“No,” I said. “Really. I don’t know who you are, I don’t remember anything.”
A funny look came over his face. “Then it’s true, what they’re saying. I could weep for that. But praise the Maker, he has brought a blessing with a curse and saved us all. Now we must hurry.”