A second A to Z post for me today!

Today’s letter and post is courtesy of Susanne Matthews, author of ALL FOR LOVE. Heart pounding, your fingertips tremble as you turn another page. It’s well past midnight, but you have to know what’s going to happen next. If you’ve ever felt like this reading a book, then you’ve been caught in the grip of […]

via S – Suspense — Anaiah Press


Tuesday Tales: From the Word Life

badge-for-tt-very-small-1Welcome to Tuesday Tales, a weekly blog maintained by Jean Joachim. where a number of authors present their work based on a specific word or picture prompt. This week’s word, LIFE, is truly inspiring to me, and I wanted to share this wonderful news with you this week.  

Some of you will be disappointed today because I am not posting from Wedding Bell Blues. Instead, I am posting a short story that may be published in an anthology someday, but was written as part of a challenge to a writers’ group I belong to. We were to write a story–about 1000 words, and then the artist would interpret our stories in some way.  In other words, my words, were her prompt and she brought my words to life. Tracy Davies is the artist and the painting hangs in the Cailuan Gallery on Pitt Street in downtown Cornwall. If you have a chance to go and see the exhibit, please do.

Here is the story: Fated

“This is insane, Julia,” Kay pleaded, her face mirroring her confusion and sorrow. “You’re throwing away everything you’ve ever wanted and for what? A feeling? Do you have any idea how crazy that sounds?”

Julia raised her head, pushed a strand of chestnut hair off her face, and gazed into her best friend’s eyes.

“Kay, it’s more than a feeling. It’s a sense that if I don’t go, I’ll never be whole again. Part of me is missing, and I have to find it. I wish you could understand—”

“Understand?” she cried loudly, frustration fueling her disbelief. “I’ve done everything I can to make sense of this. You’re sick, Kay. This obsession isn’t healthy. You need to see a shrink and figure out what’s broken up there.” She pointed to her head. “You’ve worked at the museum for five years and unpacked thousands of exhibits. If this were something from Ancient Egypt, I could see it—that stuff’s notorious for curses and disease, but Pompeii?” She stood, dropped a twenty dollar bill on the table and reached for her coat. “Promise me you won’t do this. It’s too dangerous.”

“I’m sorry, but I have to. I’ve handed in my resignation, and my flight leaves the day after tomorrow.”

Pain crossed Kay’s face. “Then, that’s it. I wish you well. Maybe we’ll meet again someday.”

“I’m only going for three weeks,” Julia said, standing and putting on her suede jacket.

“So you say, but I have a feeling this is goodbye.”

Kay reached for her, gave her a fierce hug, and pushed away. Turning on her heel, she left without another word.

Julia added a twenty of her own, left the café, and crossed the street to the museum for her last afternoon as a curator. Stepping into the exhibit labelled “The Last Days of Pompeii,” she took a deep calming breath. Kay didn’t understand what was happening to her, but she did. This was more than a recreation of the town’s dire fate; it was a moment in time—one from her own life. The streets in the photographs were familiar. The perfectly preserved bodies were family, friends, and slaves, people she now mourned deeply.

Strolling along the aisle, she stopped next to the bronze krater that had stood in her Aunt Flavia’s entrance. Beside it was her Uncle Antony’s money chest. Taking a few more steps, she stared at the gold necklace, recognizing its ninety-four intricately carved ivy leaves, knowing that the smooth rondels were loose and in need of repair. Closing her eyes, she imagined herself in a lilac stola, feeling the weight of the necklet and the heat of the man’s hands fastening it around her neck.

As happened each time she did, the burst of joy she felt was replaced by an anguish so deep it was crippling. Fighting tears, she left the exhibit, and returned to her office to pack up her things. In two days, she would be in Rome, and from there, she would go to Pompeii. One way or another, this preoccupation would end.

Five days later, she stood, waiting for the tourist bus. So far, coming to Italy hadn’t changed a thing. In fact, it had reinforced her belief. In the Trajan Market, instead of the ruins that stood unchanged for centuries, she’d seen a thriving market place with merchants from all over Rome’s mighty empire. Her carved necklace had come from a goldsmith’s shop on the second floor.

At the Coliseum, the amphitheater was under construction as it had been the last time she’d visited Rome. All around the city, where others marveled about churches and modern structures, she caught glimpses of familiar Roman temples, palaces, and the homes of friends.

Once everyone was aboard, the bus pulled away from the station. Finally, she was on her way to Pompeii, the place she’d visited in her dreams each night for months now—visions where he held her close to him and swore he would never stop loving her. Nothing could keep them apart, but something had—time and death.

As soon as the bus pulled into the parking lot, the tour guide began his spiel, one she knew far better than he did.

“On the morning of August 24, 79 A.D. disaster befell the citizens of Pompeii. In twenty-four hours, three meters of volcanic ash covered the town before four pyroclastic flows, ground-hugging avalanches of lava and poisonous gas moving at more than 100 km/hour destroyed every living thing. Come; listen to the death throes of Pompeii.”

With each step Julia took, the familiarity increased. Dizzy, she held out her hand to brace herself against a stone bench. The scenery flickered.

“How much longer will this last? Dust and ash stand several pes deep in the streets. We can’t take much more.” She cradled her distended stomach.

“It’ll stop soon, my love. I made a sacrifice at Apollo’s temple. They’ve assured me all will be well. If there was any danger, the priests would be the first to know.”

He held her close, the movement of the new life she carried pleasing them both.

“Our child is anxious to join us,” he said, chuckling.

She coughed. “I find it so hard to breathe.”

“Here, drink this; then you must sleep, Julia.” He handed her a glass of herbed wine. “You need your strength for the birth.” He bent and kissed her. “Now, rest.”

“Yes, doctor. Lie with me for a while?” she asked.

He smiled and nodded.

She lay on her side with his arms encircling her, pulling her to him

“Lucius,” she gasped, choking in the powdery blackness surrounding them. His body covered hers, burning rafters and ash raining down on them.

“I’ll always love you,” he said softly, his mouth finding hers.

Unable to breathe, the hot air burning her throat, she exhaled into his mouth, and closed her eyes. Everything went black.

“She’s coming to!”

“Move. The dottore’s here,” a man cried loudly.

“I’m fine,” she croaked, and stared around the ruins. Her head ached.

Signorina, let me look at you,” a familiar voice said, wonder in his eyes. “I am Luc Boriello. I know you.”

Julia sucked in a breath. Only moments ago, she’d gazed into those eyes. Tears of joy and incredulity ran down her cheeks.

“Julia Mason. You do—or rather you did. I’ve come home, Lucius. I’ve come back.”

She raised her head and kissed him.

He smiled. “We both have.”

And here is the wonderful work of art created for it. Look closely at the dark ash. The words of dialogue spoken that fateful night are there. painting

I hope you’ve enjoyed Fated. Don’t forget to check out all the other posts on  Tuesday Tales.


2017 A to Z Challenge Blog: T is for Tellula Gossifer Tells All!

2017 BadgeGood morning. Today, we begin the last week of this year’s A to Z Challenge Blog. I’m going to miss visiting some of the blogs I’ve been following each day. Hopefully, the bloggers will continue to post songs and stories now and then. This week’s letters should present quite a challenge for some of them and me. I can’t wait to see how they handle X, Y, and Z!

Our letter of the day is T, and while there are some terrific, tantalizing, titillating T words out there, I’ve decided to introduce you to a tattletale. Today, I’ve got a real treat for you. My “new” old friend Tellula Gossifer dropped by with an acquaintance, and they’ve got an incredibly juicy tale to tell you. You will be shocked.

Tellula has been following my blog and is especially interested in finding people like myself and those who occasionally read my minor scribbles, discriminating people who have the knack for irreverent curiosity, digging out the juiciest of tidbits and passing them along. You might say tattling is her favorite pastime. But seriously, at times, don’t we all? Today is no exception. Why she’d barely made it inside the door when she mentioned a young woman who’s been the talk of the town most recently, Arose Du Mouchelle. I just had to invite her here to share her news with you.

TT is for Tellula’s Tell All Tale

“You remember dear Arose Du Mouchelle,” she begins. “A more ill-fated heiress you would be hard-pressed to find. She is the daughter of François Du Mouchelle. A widower, that is he was, until Lady Katherine Abbott, formerly of Gloucester, caught wind of his prosperity. Her ladyship came in lock, stock, and barrel, with her two daughters and six cats, and quickly became the next Mrs. Du Mouchelle.”

(Tellula sometimes over dramatizes things, you know, but I love her dearly, so I don’t interrupt.)  

“A few short months after her father’s marriage, Arose just disappeared! We were told the child– well, if you can call a woman of twenty years a child–being gifted, had been sent abroad for ‘lessons’, but in truth, the chit vanished. Years later, she returned, but from where? No one really knows. And then, when Lady Katherine’s oldest married, off she goes again. Rumor has it she actually ran off with the notorious pirate, Captain St. James and no one knows where she is!

My dear readers this is the most scandalous story of the year! I must hear more. My fan is moving a mile a minute.

“This brings me to the guest I’ve brought with me,” Tellula  says. “Through delightful happenstance, during a meeting that was  purely coincidental, I am now in the confidence of  Miss Beatrice Cleary. I  discovered she had a front row seat to what transpired only days before the young lady’s most recent exodus from Le Mason Du Mouchelle in Montego Bay. I have invited Miss Cleary here to share your delightful tea. I knew you wouldn’t mind one bit, not when you hear the tawdry tale from the horse’s mouth, so to speak.”

She giggles and so does Miss Cleary. I try to maintain some decorum. After all, I am the hostess. 

“Please make yourself comfortable, Miss Cleary. You too, Tellula. Have a seat by the window. Have a teacake,” I say with earnest. “One lump or two?”

Once the pleasantries are attended to, Tellula gets right to the matter at hand.

“Miss Beatrice,” she says, “Do tell dear Susanne what you saw Thursday last.”

“Well, I sees Arose walking down the center of the street, you see.” Beatrice’s bustle squeaks as she shifts in her seat. She continues, “I then spots those no account Murphy boys hawking about. I just knew they was in for some trouble. I sees them glaring at her in her fine frock.”

Miss Beatrice smiles, reaches for another teacake, and shoves it whole into her mouth. I’m at a loss for words, but the food disappears, and she continues her story.

“I runs up to her and tells her –‘that’s Shaw, Faolan and Liam. They ruined more than one lady’s good name they has’.”

“My goodness, did she heed your warning?” I ask.

I know those Murphy boys–ruffians each one.  

“Well, you think she would have walked off, but she didn’t. Next thing you know, quick as a wink Missy herself lays out the biggest one, Shaw, on the street. Blood splattered everywhere, but not a drop on her ladyship’s jumper. She bows her head and walks off. Cool as a cucumber that one.”

“Fisticuffs in the street? My goodness.”

If I were delicate, I might faint at the idea of such unladylike behavior.There you have it, dear friends,  A first  witness account of what has taken Saint Anne’s Parish by storm. Where has Arose Du Mouchelle been all these years and what in Heaven’s name has she been learning? Do her actions have anything to do with why she left, and possibly in the company of a notorious pirate?  I have an inquiring mind, and I really must know! 

There you have it. I hope you enjoyed Tellula’s Tall Tale. On a serious note, gossip and tattling may be entertaining at times, but we all know the damage tall tales can do. Prevarication, half-truths, misconceptions based on a grain of truth are dangerous tools in the mouths of the unscrupulous. Can you imagine how much worse it would’ve been for a woman’s reputation in the seventeenth century?

 Who is Arose Du Mouchelle? She is the main character in “new to you” author Andrea Roche’s novel, Nights Arose.

CovershotThe Blurb:

In a time and place where women are bred to be lambs, Arose has the soul of a tigress.

It is 1693 on the isle of Jamaica, and twenty-one-year-old, Arose Du Mouchelle, is the mixed-race heir to a sprawling sugar plantation. From an old gypsy, she receives a matriarchal heirloom: the Gem of the Red Spirit. She spends years in exile, learning its secrets and mysteries, the most important of which is the ability to enter the Astral Plane. In exchange for her powers, Arose must act as the sentry between this dimension and her world, forcing back the creatures held captive there.

Morel, a voodoo Priestess, covets the Gem. Taking hostage Arose’s family and the port town, she attempts to force Arose to give up the powerful amulet. Morel’s plan is to rule over the evil creatures imprisoned in the Astral Plane, unleashing them upon the rest of humanity.

While evading Morel’s henchmen Arose collides with Captain St. James a notorious pirate, whom she has already met in a vision. Leary of him at first, he gains her trust after he aids in her escape. She is knocked unconscious and wakes to find she has been had – both he and the opal gone. However, even if she recovers the opal she’ll have a bigger decision to make: keep the opal and doom her family, or give it to Morel and let the world fall into a demonic wasteland.


About Andrea:

With an intense love for words and chocolate, Andrea feels like an author these days with the release of Nights Arose. Her witty tall tale as Tellula, which I embellished a bit, apologies to the author, sent me scrambling to buy the book.

biopicYou can follow her here.





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Sunday Morning Musings: Let’s Play Let’s Make a Deal

tulipGood morning. The sun is shining and the temperature is supposed to go up to 16C, that’s 61F for my American friends.  While my tulips aren’t in bloom yet, the leaves are up and I can see the2017 Badge buds on my lilac trees. It’ll be a good day to go for a walk.

Well, we’re heading into the last week of the 2017 A to Z Challenge blog where we’ll be facing some of the hardest letters, including X, Y, Z, the loneliest letters of the alphabet. I’m looking forward to how some of my fellow bloggers will handle those. I’ll have three new to you authors next week as well.

How many of you remember the old television show, Let’s Make a Deal? Monty Hall would offer the contestant a choice between what was behind Door # 1, Door # 2, or Door #3. Let’s play the game this morning.

Door # 1


Dancing with Detective Danger Returns with Original Cover

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Logline: Strong Women Have Heart.

Book Blurb:

Uncovering secrets and exposing truth are all in a day’s work for private investigator Sterling Aegar. But when her latest case threatens to reveal her own buried feelings for an old love, Sterling runs for cover.

A body in the bathtub and pleas from a jilted wife to find her wayward husband mean a welcome break from the usual humdrum cases Sterling and her sister, Lacey, are called to investigate. But when Sterling’s old flame, Detective Ben Kirby, walks into the murder scene, she feels her world spin out of control. Danger from thugs and murderers poses no greater threat than the peril she’d suffer if she lets daredevil Ben get too close.
Seeing Sterling for the first time in two years Dancing with Detective Danger coveris for Ben like drinking in a healing tonic. He could never forget the way it felt to run his hands over her delicious curves or the way she touched his soul. She remains the one person who can make the emptiness in his gut go away. Finding the murderer is his job, but protecting Sterling from seriously dangerous people is his mission.

As the case unfolds, Sterling and Ben not only try to solve the murder, they confront secrets that offer to set them each free from a painful past.


YouTube: http://youtu.be/UUbKNNxOe3w

Simon & Schuster http://www.simonandschuster.com/books/Dancing-with-Detective-Danger/Lynn-Crandall/9781440564062

Amazon http://a.co/6Gw0o4G

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Author bio:

Lynn Crandall lives in the Midwest and writes in the company of her two cats. She has been a reader and a writer all her life. Her background is in journalism, but whether writing a magazine or newspaper story or creating a romance, she loves the power stories hold to transport, inspire, and uplift. In her romances, she focuses on vulnerable, embraceable characters who don’t back down. She hopes that readers discover, over and over, stories of ordinary people who face ordinary life challenges and are transformed by extraordinary love.

Door # 2

Ah, the weather is warming up in many parts of world. Sunny days and lounging around with a great book ahead. Whether you enjoy an easy read, an adventure with twists and turns, or a scandalous suspenseful book, Christy Newton has written something for Door-clip-art-free-clipart-imageseveryone who loves a happy ending. If you haven’t given this author a try, now is a perfect time to do so with Protecting the Enemy being on SALE!

Protecting the Enemy Blurb

Julianna Fox was made for her job. Or so she is told. The only memory Julianna has of her past is after the explosion. She was a nameless victim until a man pulled her out of the darkness and gave her new life. A new purpose, because anything is better than being no one. When she is about to eliminate her next mark something stops her. The moment Julianna makes eye contact with Reid Castleton, she has a flashback of her forgotten past. How does she know the man? And why can’t she follow through with her assignment?

ProtectingExpert assassin, Reid Castleton, has been told to kill the only woman he ever loved if he wants to live. When he finds his fiancée, he can’t go through with the hit, even if it means losing his own life. Either she can’t remember who she is or is damn good at acting.

Neither one knows who to trust. Both make a truce until they can find out why the leader of ETE 7 wants them both dead. What they uncover is a long line of lies and deception that started the moment Julianna was conceived. Will love conquer all or will fear make them do the unthinkable?

Categories: Dark, Protector, CIA, Killer, Assassin, Undercover, Agent, Crime.

Purchase Link: https://www.amazon.com/Protecting-Enemy-Christy-Newton-ebook/dp/B00N9MQALO

Author Bio:

Published by Simon & Schuster, author Christy Newton is a hopeless romantic with a weakness for warm cookies and dark chocolate. She writes many sub-genres of romance. She currently has over a dozen published books, and is tapping away on her next. She lives in Indiana with her husband, and two amazing daughters.

Social Media Links:

*Facebook: https://www.facebook.com/pages/Christy-Newton/359791990763912

*Twitter: @CNewtonAuthor

*Author Website: www.christynewton.com

*Goodreads: https://www.goodreads.com/search?utf8=%E2%9C%93&query=christy+newton

*Author Amazon Page: https://www.amazon.com/Christy-Newton/e/B00D9QDMTI



Last but not least: Door # 3

animated-classroom-door-clipart-panda-free-clipart-images-um72eF-clipartDay 1 of my Kindle Scout campaign is over. If you didn’t take
time to nominate my book, Sworn to Protect, please do. If I get a contract and you did, you’ll get a free electronic copy. It only takes a few minutes. https://kindlescout.amazon.com/p/2SRDO9I5ANVW7

Sworn to Protect

Have a great Sunday! 


2017 A to Z Challenge Blog: S is for Scout, Sworn to Protect, and Stone’s Throw

2017 BadgeHappy Saturday, also an S word! Welcome to the nineteenth letter of the alphabet and one of my particular favorites. The snaky letter S is sleek and is one of the first letters I learned to print, since it starts my name, Susanne.  See how many times it began words already? There are other favorites to include like SundaySolsticesunshine, sistersincerity, secretsuspense, and selection, but I’ve chosen three this morning on which I plan to focus: Scout, as in a Kindle Scout Campaign, Sworn to Protect, as in my latest romance suspense novel in said campaign, and  A Stone’s Throw, the first book in tShe Cobble Cove Mystery Series written by another perhaps new to you author, Debbie De Louise.
Today, I have all kinds of goodies for you under this letter.  So let’s get the party started!

S is for Scout, Sworn to Protect and Stone’s Throw.

Let’s start with Scout as in the Kindle Scout Campaign.  What is it?

Welcome to reader-powered publishing.
Kindle Scout is reader-powered publishing for new, never-before-published books. It’s a place where readers help decide if a book gets published. Selected books will be published by Kindle Press and receive 5-year renewable terms, a $1,500 advance, 50% eBook royalty rate, easy rights reversions and featured Amazon marketing. The best part is it’s an easy thing to do for readers as well as authors. 


Nominate your favorites.

When you discover a book that you think is great, nominate it and the book will be added to Your Nominations panel. Keep up to three books nominated at a time, and update your nominations whenever you want.

Enjoy free books.

As a thank you from us and the authors you support, you will receive an early, free copy of all the Kindle Scout books you nominated that are published. Continue to champion the books and authors you helped bring to life by leaving reviews and sharing with friends.

Sworn to ProtectSWORN TO PROTECT is the book I submitted to the KS and now I need your help. The more nominations the book earns, the better its chances are of winning a publishing contract. It’s easy to do, there’s no cost to you, and you get a taste of my writing style. How can you help?  Go to the following link, https://kindlescout.amazon.com/p/2SRDO9I5ANVW7, and nominate the book. That’s all there is to it. Feel free to spread the word to everyone and anyone. The more people know, the better the chances are that the book will earn enough nominations for publication.

A Stone’s Throw

debbiehicksvillenewsNow, for today’s main feature, allow me to introduce you to Debbie De Louise.   Debbie is a reference librarian at a public library on Long Island and the award-winning author of the Cobble Cove mystery series.

The blurb for A Stone’s Throw:

A stone's throw-001(1) (2)Widowed librarian Alicia Fairmont needs answers… After her husband is killed in a hit and run accident, Alicia travels upstate to his hometown of Cobble Cove, New York. She hopes to locate his estranged family and shed light on his mysterious past. Anticipating staying only a weekend, her visit is extended when she accepts a job at the town’s library. Secrets stretch decades into the past… Assisted by handsome newspaper publisher and aspiring novelist, John McKinney, Alicia discovers a connection between her absent in-laws and a secret John’s father has kept for over sixty years. Her investigation is interrupted when she receives word her house has burned and arson is suspected, sending her rushing back to Long Island, accompanied by John. Back in Cobble Cove, cryptic clues are uncovered… When Alicia returns, she finds a strange diary, confiscated letters, and a digital audio device containing a recording made the day her husband was killed. Anonymous notes warn Alicia to leave town, but she can’t turn her back on the mystery—or her attraction to John. As the pieces fall into place, evidence points to John’s involvement in her husband’s accident. The past and present threaten to collide, and Alicia confronts her fears… Has she fallen in love with her husband’s killer?



Read the beginning of this wonderful series here! https://www.amazon.com/Stones-Throw-Debbie-Louise-ebook/dp/B06XGNXQCS

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2017 A to Z Challenge Blog: R is for Rudra

2017 BadgeWelcome to the eighteenth post in the 2017 blog hop. I’m enjoying myself tremendously, especially reading all the wonderful comments you’re providing. This morning, I’m going to introduce you to another new to you author.

What is your favorite genre of novel? So far I’ve introduced you to contemporary romance, western, suspense, thrillers, sci-fi, paranormal, fantasy and this morning I’m going to add horror to the mix.

RR is for Rudra

Who is Rudra? He is one of the primary characters in a new novel by Palvi Sharma, Forest of the Dark.

The Blurb:

While on a road trip, five friends get into an accident only to wake up in a strange forest separated from each other. When they each encounter the creatures that inhabit the forest, they realize they must face their fears in order to find each other and survive the terrors. The only problem is, they are running out of time…

Forest of the DarkNow, about Rudra:

A true romantic at heart, Rudra was always searching for love. In spite of being outright rejected by his crush in high school, Rudra never gave up on love, and it was in college that he thought he had found his soulmate- Preeti.

As luck would have it, Preeti was in love with someone else, and once again, Rudra was brokenhearted. However, he continued to maintain a cordial relationship with Preeti even after college. It was his career as a photographer that helped him meet an aspiring model, Mahi.

She was tall, beautiful, ambitious, exactly the kind of girl he should want, but Rudra could never forget Preeti. When his friends decide to embark on a road trip, Mahi gets furious, knowing that he would be spending too much time with the girl he once loved. Rudra’s attempt to reassure her was in vain and despite her protests, he goes with his friends.

When they get into an accident and are separated in a mysterious forest, Rudra realizes he can never stop loving Preeti, and he is given a chance to gain her love. But there is something evil in the forest and the creatures that inhabit it cannot be trusted.

Rudra can either escape with the help of his newfound friend, or accept an offer from a djinn and get Preeti’s love. The only problem is that he will have to betray one of his friends to do so. What will Rudra choose?

Do you want to know the answer? https://www.amazon.com/Forest-Dark-Palvi-Sharma-ebook/dp/B01IS20Y7A

About the author


PalviPalvi Sharma is an avid reader who discovered her passion for writing at a very young age. Her love for the horror movies and books is what propelled her to write her very own horror books.

In her own words, “I love writing. There isn’t a back story of why I do so or what inspired me- I just fell in love with it! I love to write in a ‘twist in the tale’ way. Whatever happens to my characters has to be something that even I cannot guess. Basically, it’s the unpredictable that draws me into writing a story. If it’s obvious and so is the climax, then I lose interest in it and that’s something I would never present to my readers. My characters are ordinary, but something extraordinary happens to them. That’s the way I always write!”

When she’s not writing, she loves taking long walks, listening to music, and learning new languages.

You can read more about her and her works hereon her blog: https://darkhorrortales.blogspot.com

You can follow her work and learn about her other books by visiting her Amazon author site: https://www.amazon.com/Palvi-Sharma/e/B004Z1XHUU

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