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Legacy of the Mask - Book Tour and Giveaway

2/11/2021

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Echoes of a Song
A Legacy of the Mask Tale
by A.L. Butcher
Genre: Historical Fantasy

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A dozen tumultuous years after the dramatic events at the Paris Opera House Raoul, Comte de Chagny is still haunted by the mysterious Opera Ghost – the creature of legend who held staff at the Opera House under his thrall, kidnapped Raoul’s lover and murdered his brother. In Raoul’s troubled imagination the ghosts of the past are everywhere, and a strange and powerful music still calls in his dreams.

Madness, obsession and the legacy of the past weave their spell in this short, tragic tale based on the Phantom of the Opera.

Approx 8000 words.

Winner of the NN Light Reviewer Award for Fantasy 2019.




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​The Angel of Death stalked the De Chagny’s so the whispers said. Maybe it was true. For once the Angel of Death had been a man. A masked man of magic, of music and of murder. The Angel had many names, and many guises; Raoul had once laughed scornfully at Christine’s infatuation with the Angel of Music. But now he understood the terrible bewitchment, for it was his now to bear. This man, this ‘Phantom’, who at once was angel, ghost, maestro, architect, and magician had held them all in his not insubstantial power. Erik – so he called himself - had almost brought the mighty Paris opera house to its knees. Erik’s opera house, so Christine had told him. And in those desperate nights, at least, it had been true.
Raoul pulled out the hidden drawer beneath one of the shelves and read the newspaper – now yellow and faded – as he had every night for three years like a consuming obsession. First the accounts of the ‘accidents’ at the opera: the terrible night the chandelier had fallen killing an employee, the apparent suicide of a stage hand and the murder of one of the foremost tenors. Wild stories abounded about an ‘Opera Ghost’ who’d managed to fool the managers into parting with a fortune, terrified the corps de ballet and whose face was so terrible to behold that any who saw it would die, but who sang with an angel’s voice. The truth was not something that bothered the Paris Tribune too much, but the truth could be strange beyond reason. And the Surete could hardly believe the wild stories of masked men and angry ghosts. They’d searched and asked questions, and considered a cuckolded husband or an angry father, but no perpetrator had been found. The case dwindled into obscurity. Months and years went by and other cases took prominence and now few remembered one death in a city where murder was common and adultery more so. Peering at the faded print in the bad light Raoul found the part he sought in the letters of the city’s more reputable rag.
“Erik is dead,” Raoul said it aloud. Three words. Three words which had haunted him these twelve years.


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Tears and Crimson Velvet
A Legacy of the Mask Tale 

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Madame Giry finds herself embroiled in the tragedy unfolding at the Opera house; mystery and murder stalk the corridors and, it is said, a ghost haunts the place. Giry knows the truth, for she recalls the caged man she met so many years ago. This is her story, their story.

When murder and mystery begin at the Opera House one woman knows who is behind it, and what really lies beneath the mask. Secrets, lies and tragedy sing a powerful song in this 'might have been' tale.

Winner of the NN Light Book Heaven short story award 2020.




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​Part 1 – The Palais Garnier -1890s


Madame Lise Giry unlaced her shabby black boots and stretched her aching feet onto a threadbare footstool. Her room was cold, the stone walls leeched heat and the hangings did not compensate much. Lise felt cold within – this was the cold of deadly knowledge and sadness. It ate at the soul, and the heart but Lise remained within these walls. She had a duty to do so, but it was not so simple. She had a promise to keep.
The last opera of the season was always the most exhausting; so many expectations, trepidations and often mistakes. Already highly-strung artistes were at breaking point. Even the soloists were not on top form, with Babette tripping during her dance and her partner straining a muscle trying to compensate. The corps de ballet was flighty and nervous, and Lise couldn’t blame them for that. Recent events had brought kidnap, murder and extortion. Lise thought it was like a gothic novel or one of the increasingly popular crime fictions. Yet this was dreadfully real. Terrifying. Tragic. Shaking her grey tinged head Lise let a tear fall now she was alone. She hoped next season would be more settled, at least as far as such things could be in the volatile world of theatre, with its gossip, its affairs, and its micro-world where only those within really understood. Sometimes she’d pondered on retiring and having a ‘normal’ life- whatever that might be, but deep down Lise knew this life and more importantly, this place was in her blood and soul. And there was her gentleman….
“It’s certainly been a more eventful season than usual,” she muttered to the reflection in the looking glass of her room. Madam Giry should not, perhaps, have had this room with its ebony wood and faded silken chaise; the artwork, elderly and rather faded as it was, and the mirror. Yes, the mirror! Rumours abounded about haunted mirrors, and some said they captured the soul. Lise could believe that from all that had happened these last few months. In the charged corridors of the Opera House, it was said Christine’s mirror sang and she had once disappeared through it to a beautiful subterranean palace. Dancers and theatre folk held many superstitions and strange beliefs, but not all were simply foolish tales. Even myth can have a basis in fact.
Lise wiped her eyes. Tragedy walked the passages and stairways of the Opera House. The Angel of Death dwelled here. Lise herself was not a superstitious woman; she’d seen enough to warrant a belief in ghosts, strange goings-on and mystery but knew most often there was a rational explanation. Most often but not always. She’d been raised a Catholic, but these days no answer came from above or her Bible. Once she’d been told there was no redemption. The rosary now hung on a nail behind her favourite chair, but faith is often tested. Lise had met an angel – she was sure of it but if anything, that had rocked her faith more than anything else. Angels could be damned – of that she was certain. And the angel had a name.
“Poor Erik.” The sound rose in her throat before she even realised. But it was ritual now – she spoke those words every night. Lise did not recall when those two words had replaced her nightly prayer, but they had and now she seldom bothered God.
Lise rose and felt around in the drawer of the old wooden cabinet. The note was faded, brown and barely readable but she knew each word.


A token of regard and thanks for what you have done. The Opera House requires a seamstress. Your application will be accepted.


A friend.


Any sensible person would have questioned such a mysterious offer, and Lise did but desperation and curiosity got the better of caution and she duly presented herself at L’Opera De Paris. The interview with M. Debiene had been strange, in hindsight. He’d been rather nervous and looked around him as though expecting someone to appear. No one else had joined them. No one else obvious Lise had later realised. And so she had become a seamstress and assistant chaperone. The previous incumbent had walked out, refusing to ‘work in such ungodly conditions’, and the junior seamstress had fled the following night, crying about a face in the wall. All this Lise found out quickly after she had accepted the position. Lise was desperate enough to put fear aside and so she kept herself to herself as much as her position allowed. There was no cause for reprimand, and Lise worked hard and seldom complained. It was not easy, but she’d learned, life seldom was. The salary was fair but not generous, but debts needed to be paid, and so extravagance was beyond the widow’s reach.
In the years which passed, she saw or thought she saw him, the Opera Ghost, as she went about her business. A voice echoed in her head, and a song ached her heart raw, but she could not bring herself to leave, as many others had. That song she’d heard before and found she needed it. That voice had filled her dreams. It was like a narcotic, - enchanting, addictive and potentially deadly. More than once Lise questioned what she’d seen and heard, and the gossip which filled the dressing rooms, the flies and understage.
Madam Giry had found the answer when she’d ventured deep in the bowels of Garnier’s masterpiece – the Opera House - for costumes unused for many years. Beyond substage was a lake, for the cellars went deep below the streets and pumping the water out was costly. On that day Lise had heard the song and been drawn down deeper than she’d ever been, deeper than most here knew existed. Then she’d seen him again, the pale, gaunt figure with the angel’s voice, the devil’s face and the tragic soul. That had been her answer and her curse. she knew the truth hiding beyond the lie. In those days truth wore a mask.
The man had stopped, for the ghost was a man, and looked at her with eyes that burned with a deep sadness in the pale mask which covered his ravaged face. Courage and remembrance had loosened her tongue and in that trembling darkness she’d simply said, “Erik.”
“Lise Giry. I trust you are enjoying your new role in my opera house.” His voice was soft, yet powerful; a voice which could and did ensnare souls. Yet here he was gentle but sure of himself and, it seemed, the master of this domain. His words were a statement not a question and his amber eyes burned into her soul.
“So it’s you?” She swept her hand upwards. “All this?”
“If I cannot be a man of flesh I will be a ghost. Even I cannot live entirely in seclusion.”
His eyes burned in the light of the lantern, full of hate, of resignation, full of sadness. Lise shivered, he was intense, like an animal about to strike.
“You might be surprised,” she replied, although knew neither of them would believe it.
“Fear is a powerful tool, that I know more than anything. Maybe even more powerful than love, and more enduring. If I cannot have one I can own the other. Now I command the fear and am no longer its creature. I shall rule this place with rumour and superstition and if I cannot be loved then I will be feared. Oderint dum metuant, said Atreus, and he was correct.”
Slowly she looked around, her lamplight glittered on the black water, like jewels on velvet. Lise tried to assess him –a head taller than her and shrouded in darkness. He kept to the edge of the circle of light. Erik moved like a cat, silent and deadly and she knew that thin frame held a strength and purpose which was unwaning. And Lise shivered. “You are not that person, you have good in you. I have seen it.” Her voice trembled and his laugh filled her with terror.
“I know what I am, madam. I know what the world has made me, let it rue its creation. But I am keeping you from your business.” Erik turned away from her and continued quietly, “What you seek is in the storeroom above this staircase. Do not come this far again, for it is guarded by a siren. Keep to the upper levels and you’ll be safe enough. Keep my secrets and you’ll never be hungry again. I repay my debts.”
So on that afternoon in the subterranean catacombs of the mighty Opera House the widow nodded, held out a hand in friendship and the Opera Ghost bowed his head then was gone. Her heart pounded, and her soul rejoiced, then plunged into despair. There had been murders, apparently suicides and the cursed operas. It was, so one of the managers said, good for business. The public liked gossip and there was gossip aplenty, but his co-manager, M. Debiene held the view they would be ruined. Lise held her opinions to herself.
Lise knew she should have reported what she had discovered but she could not, would not. This man had been caged once before and that sight had haunted Lise for many years. She’d promised never to let him be caged again. Even so many years later when the bodies began to pile up Madam Giry held her tongue. She told herself it was through fear, but deep within knew that was not entirely true. She was afraid, but for herself as well as Erik. His voice held her captive, as it would many others, but she had seen his soul and could not endure the thought of it being captured again. Some souls were wild and free, the morals and laws of men failed to tame them; such souls were fearsome and beautiful, and to cage them was a crime beyond any other.
Shortly after that particular encounter, Lise had been promoted to box keeper, specifically for Box Five – the Ghost’s box - and her salary increased, and a small dressing room and chamber put aside for her use should she wish it. It was a step up from her former life, not wealthy but certainly more comfortable. Erik was true to his word – her belly was never empty, and although her salary was not large she was not hungry or as desperate as once she had been. Her step-children had ensured she received nothing from the early death of her husband save a few trinkets and her daughter Meg, a child barely acknowledge by her siblings. Her stepson had even voiced suspicions about the captain’s death, for he’d been a hearty man and his demise had been swift and unexpected. Lise had nothing to hide, but the gendarmes asked awkward questions, and young M.Giry held some influence and so reluctantly Lise had packed what little she’d been allowed and left. But debts had a way of following and growing.
Lise knew other woman, widows and ex-mistresses often fell to earning their keep in more physical ways. Paris was rife with prostitutes of all kinds and in years past Lise had almost been desperate enough to join their ranks to feed herself; she’d survived those dark years by taking in sewing, washing, and mending, selling paper flowers and making lace. Her life was not what she’d imagined it would be, she had hoped to make a happy marriage, continue her husband’s line and live content and cherished. Lise’s mother had said she had a hopelessly romantic soul. It was true, Lise reflected. Then there was him. The angel, the ghost. She would not betray him. Could not.



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British-born A. L. Butcher is an avid reader and creator of worlds, a poet, and a dreamer, a lover of science, natural history, history, and monkeys. Her prose has been described as 'dark and gritty' and her poetry as 'evocative'. She writes with a sure and sometimes erotic sensibility of things that might have been, never were, but could be.

Alex is the author of the Light Beyond the Storm Chronicles and the Tales of Erana lyrical fantasy series. She also has several short stories in the fantasy, fantasy romance genres with occasional forays into gothic style horror, including the Legacy of the Mask series. With a background in politics, classical studies, ancient history and myth, her affinities bring an eclectic and unique flavour in her work, mixing reality and dream in alchemical proportions that bring her characters and worlds to life.

She also curates speculative fiction themed book bundles on BundleRabbit - for the most part the Here Be Series

Alex is also proud to be a writer for Perseid Press where her work features in Heroika: Dragon Eaters, Heroika Skirmishers - where she was editor and cover designer as well as writer; and Lovers in Hell - part of the acclaimed Heroes in Hell series. http://www.theperseidpress.com/
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Awards: Outside the Walls, co-written with Diana L. Wicker received a Chill with a Book Reader's Award in 2017.




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British Legends
Goram and Ghyston Vincent – Local Giants
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The South West of Britain has many striking geological and historical features – the rivers Severn and Avon, the Avon Gorge, Stone Henge, assorted iron age hill forts and the nearby Bath Spa – once Aqua Sulis to the Romans.
The Avon Gorge is a mile and half long and runs through a limestone ridge about 1.5 miles west of the centre of the city of Bristol, spanning 700 feet wide and 300 feet deep. It’s been used in the defence of the city on several occasions. It is spanned by the famous Clifton Suspension Bridge built by Isambard Kingdom Brunel.
The gorge is mainly limestone and sandstone – it is believed to have been caused by glaciation during the Anglian Ice Age, and the limestone carries fossils from the Carboniferous Age 350m years ago. The Iron Age Dobunni tribe are believed to have dwelled in the area and there are the remains of three Iron-Age hill forts. (A variation of the myth held that the Giant Ghyst built the forts).
There are over twenty rare plant species that grow in the gorge and two unique species of trees, the rare peregrine falcons have returned to nest there since the 1990s. Much of it is a Site of Scientific Special Interest.
The As with many of such wonders there are myths aplenty surrounding their creation (nothing as mundane as ice – ages, glacial flow and tectonic movement). Giants were a common creature often blamed of tasked with the creation of these natural phenomena, and if the numberof myths about them are anything to go by the giants were plentiful, drunken and of a mind to fighting.
Here is the tale of Goram and Ghyston-Vincent – two brother giants who have left their legacy in the culture of Bristol, if not, in fact the scenery.

Goram and Ghyston (Vincent)
The most widespread version of this myth claims the Giant brothers Goram and Ghyston (later known as Vincent) were both enamoured of the lady Avona (who bears the name of the local river – the Avon – which is a story in itself). Avona offered herself to whichever one could drain the lake which once existed between Bradford-on-Avon (neighbouring county of Wiltshire), and Bristol.
Taking up the challenge Goram decided to dig a channel through the limestone hills via Henbury, and Vincent opted for a route just south of Clifton.
Goram, (in one version) finding the work hard and hot, downed huge quantities of ale (did he take it with him? Do Giants have public houses or make their own?) and fell asleep in his favourite stone chair.
Ghyston-Vincent – the better planner – paced himself and completed his channel – leaving is with the narrow gorge at Hazel Brook, and the Avon Gorge, through which the River Avon now flows. On completion the waters roared into the Severn, leaving only a trickle for the Hazel Brook.
Upon waking the Giant Goram, was upset at losing the affections of the Lady Avona and stamped his foot in a pit – leaving the Giant’s Footprint in the woodland above the Henbury Gorge, in what is now the Blaise Estate. He was so upset he threw himself into the Severn Estuary, leaving behind Steep Holm island (his head) and Flat Holm island (his shoulder).
Goram’s lake, near Henbury, was supposedly created when Goram stamped his giant foot, and the smaller lake is Goram’s Soapdish. Goram’s Chair is comprised of two flat topped walls of solid rock sticking out from the cliff-face – they look a lot like the arms of a comfy chair.
It’s not surprising he lost – it sounds like he’d been busy creating these other features as well as wooing the ladies.
Ghyston-Vincent wed Avona and named the gorge after her.
In some versions Goram was lazy and stopped for drinkies…


Other versions of the tale
A second version of the legend says the brothers were working together and Goram fell asleep and was felled by an accident blow from Ghyston-Vincent’s pickaxe. A variation of this says the giants were sharing a pickaxe for the work, and Goram was slain when he was resting when his brother threw him the axe. Giants throwing tools and rocks to or at one another are common British myths to explain monoliths.
Ghyston-Vincent then completed the work alone, going on to complete other stone-works such as the Stanton Drew Stone Circles in remorse and later returned to his cave and died from grief and exhaustion.
Yet another version states only Goram built the Gorge and there is no mention of Vincent. Goram, having completed the work fell over an iron-age barrow and plunged into the Severn Estuary.
A similar legend tells of a giant named Gorm threw rocks at his rival, and one particularly large one fell short, thus becoming Druid Stoke.
Goram was buried beneath the barrow tumulus at Charnborough Hill – although there is not much left of the barrow now.


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46 Comments
Bea LaRocca
2/11/2021 03:46:54 am

The book covers, synopses and excerpt are intriguing, this sounds like a great book and series. Thank you for sharing your guest post and book details and for offering a giveaway

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Alex link
2/11/2021 04:18:38 am

Thanks. It was a great series to write.

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Rita Wray
2/11/2021 09:46:16 am

The books sound great.

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Wendy Jensen
2/11/2021 11:10:20 am

The details make this sound like a great book to read.

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Susan Smith
2/11/2021 01:41:22 pm

Sounds like a great book. I like the cover.

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Beyond Comps
2/11/2021 02:56:20 pm

Great cover!

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Jon Heil
2/11/2021 03:41:56 pm

Wonder if they will know whose behind the mask

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wendy hutton
2/11/2021 04:45:19 pm

very nice cover

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Sherry
2/11/2021 05:36:49 pm

I really enjoyed the excerpt and look forward to reading more.

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Victoria Alexander
2/11/2021 08:49:30 pm

Very cool cover!

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bn100
2/11/2021 10:13:17 pm

spooky

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Jamie Martin link
2/12/2021 11:23:20 pm

What's your advice for new writers?

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Alexandra Butcher link
3/7/2021 05:31:14 am

My advice for new writers:
Write and worry about cleaning up the issues when it's finished. That's what redrafts and editing is for.
Read the FAQ and the terms of service for the publishing sites carefully. Make sure you know what is expected/allowed so as not to make mistakes which can be avoided.
Success is relative. One author may think that selling 100 books a week is good, another might think selling 100 a month, or a year is good. Some write for the joy of it, to give life to the stories in their head and some write to try and make a living.
Write what you want to write, and what you want to read.

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Mario
2/13/2021 12:06:50 am

Ooh boy! All in. And that cover...

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Alex link
3/7/2021 05:31:44 am

Thanks

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Marcy Meyer
2/19/2021 09:22:11 am

Sounds really good. Thanks for sharing!

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beth shepherd
2/20/2021 05:44:03 pm

I like this. It looks like a great read

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Terri Quick
2/20/2021 06:53:03 pm

Cool cover

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David Basile
2/20/2021 07:35:10 pm

The book sounds interesting

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Elissa Hammond
2/20/2021 09:37:19 pm

Do we find out who's behind that mask? :)

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Abigail Gibson
2/20/2021 10:04:43 pm

keep up the great work!

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David Hollingsworth
2/21/2021 02:11:09 am

The cover is great.

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Ginger Hafer
2/21/2021 03:25:15 am

Great covers. The white masks against the darker background make the covers pop. Sounds like a interesting story.

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Debbi Wellenstein
2/21/2021 01:07:27 pm

I enjoyed the excerpt. Thank you for the giveaway!

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Cynthia C
2/21/2021 02:29:54 pm

The excerpt is interesting. Thank you for sharing it.

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Christy R
2/21/2021 05:01:09 pm

Hello, The covers look intriguing and spooky for these books. Best of luck with this series, and thank you for the giveaway.

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Karin
2/22/2021 06:52:41 am

The masks have a space alien look to them

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Cecilia Rodriguez
2/22/2021 08:46:15 am

I would be interested to see what author does with well-known character.

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Alex link
3/7/2021 05:34:37 am

Thanks

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Emily B.
2/26/2021 11:08:55 pm

The covers look perfect for the theme.

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Stephanie Liske
3/2/2021 12:36:17 am

I like the book details.

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Thomas Gibson
3/3/2021 01:32:19 am

Nice cover and excerpt!

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Daniel M
3/4/2021 06:13:02 pm

like the cover

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Sarah L
3/6/2021 10:10:12 pm

Looks like interesting books.
Thanks for the contest. 

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Alex link
3/7/2021 05:34:54 am

Thanks everyone.

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Jessica Hays
3/10/2021 10:37:17 am

I like the look of the book!

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jose rosado
3/10/2021 03:56:27 pm

What do you think of the book details? Do you have any questions for the author?


It sounds goo

THX

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Jenny Ham
3/10/2021 11:34:27 pm

The cover is very intriguing sounds like an ineresting book thanks for sharing.

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Sarah Gibbs
3/11/2021 10:44:54 am

I think the details of the book are cool/mysterious

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latisha depoortere
3/11/2021 03:47:43 pm

Thank you so much for sharing!

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Dynal Roberson
3/11/2021 04:16:28 pm

Looks like a good read , thanks for sharing.

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Candie L
3/11/2021 07:06:02 pm

yeah, that cover pulls me in. Thank you

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Sand
3/11/2021 10:02:26 pm

Sounds like a great book!

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Jerry Marquardt
3/11/2021 11:09:50 pm

I would like to give thanks for all your really great writings, including Legacy of the Mask, and wishing the best in keeping up the good work in the future.

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voucherpro link
4/6/2021 03:34:21 am



The details make this sound like a great book to read.

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discountsau link
3/28/2022 02:05:52 am

Lise Giry Madame Lise Giry UnlateD her shabby black boots and extends her pain on the threaded feet. Her room is very cold, the heat and suspension of stone wall leeches is not much. Lise contains cold - this is a fatal knowledge and sad cold. It eats in the soul, but the heart but looks in these walls. She is responsible, but this is not simple. She promised to keep it.

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