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The Crymost - Book Tour and Giveaway

3/25/2022

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The Crymost
by Dean H. Wild
Genre: Supernatural Horror 

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​The town of Knoll has a dark secret…


A pact made over fifty years ago to protect the town has expired and a slumbering evil is about to awaken in a sorrowful place just outside of town, The Crymost.

When the last surviving resident of the pact is murdered, it’s up to Mick Logan and a small group of friends to decipher the mystery left behind.

Long-kept secrets will need to be unearthed before the entire town succumbs to the will of a powerful stranger who works hand in hand with the hungry entity crossing Knoll’s borders, invading its homes and executing a soul-draining grip on its citizens.

Join Mick Logan and his small band of friends as they battle The Crymost!


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​Luck is a thing that comes in many forms.
The phrase popped into Mick Logan’s head as he climbed the retractable steps into the attic. Hemingway, right here under the shapeless veils of insulation drooping from the underside of his roof and for no good reason other than it might have something to do, vaguely, with the task set before him. Of course, that would make it luck comes in the form of a box. And boxes there were in this narrow third floor area. Stacks of them on the dusty plank floor, each one marked in Judy’s neat handwriting.
He gazed at them, hands on hips. It seemed like such a simple task, to go home, empty the clutter from few cartons and take the empties back to the village hall to use in the clean-up. Looking at them, however, invoked a prediction, a poor man’s premonition of sorts, in which Judy pointed out displaced picture albums and stray fondue pots and asked what in the world he had been thinking. He listened to the unseasonably strong May wind whoop around the eaves outside, and he thought about going back into the morning light empty handed. Maybe come up with another solution to the box problem, one that didn’t involve the controlled and sensibly charged wrath of his dear wife. He still had a few days to get the Village Hall cleaned out before the big vote. And maybe if he checked with Copeland’s gas station again he’d come up with some boxes because he was pretty sure Roger Copeland was holding out.
But things didn’t get done by waiting. It wasn’t how the city-dwelling Mick Logan ran his classroom all those years ago and it wasn’t how the small-town Mick Logan ran his village maintenance job, either. He bit down on his lower lip, harder than usual because it brought a dull flash of pain, and he gave the attic another, more intense once-over. A box caught his eye, a reddish-colored carton with only a corner showing behind the greater bulk, like a shy child shuffled to the back of the crowd. For some reason it seemed like a good place to start.
He dragged it into the open and felt ambushed by recognition as he brushed ten years’ worth of attic dust from the counter-folded flaps at the top.
Written there in his own hand--Classroom.
No revelation, no excitement. Just the last box he’d picked up from the school in those numb and hazy days surrounding the move from Royal Center to Knoll. His hands seemed to slow down as they undid the flaps and folded them back. He considered the jumbled contents with dull reluctance, drawing a mental breath, and then began to pick through the artifacts of his previous working life.
Textbooks and lesson plans were the bulk of it: Intermediate Grammar, Introduction to Great American Literature. A desk plaque reading Mr. Logan was stuck in next to a rolled-up poster of twentieth century authors and poets. He ran his fingers through an assortment of desk pens and paperclips. Touching them was like tapping selected seconds of the past, bits of his time at Lincoln Middle-High trapped inside flint-strikes of memory.
Pushed down next to a faded desktop calendar was a small bag made of sleek gray velvet, and he pulled it out before he could reason his way through whether this was a good idea or a bad one. He let it rest in his palm and considered its drawstring top. He was into it this far, might as well finish it. He opened it and dumped the contents into his waiting palm, his heart thudding with a slow, deliberate cadence.
The items clicked together in his hand, two chess pieces—a horse head knight as gray as the bag it came from and a darker king, each carved from a veined mineral, highly polished. The wind keened across the eaves as he thumbed each piece with slow, thoughtful strokes.
“Robbie Vaughn,” he said at last.
His voice was barely above a whisper.
The house settled around him. Outside, something crashed over in the wind and rattled with a tin bucket sound. His flesh rippled beneath his Village of Knoll uniform shirt. His fist closed over the chess pieces.
The voice awakened in his memory belonged to one of the brightest, funniest kids he’d ever known. “That’s a checkmate, Mr. Logan.”
He made an evaluative, almost congratulatory smile. Despite the remembered voice, his barriers put up long ago against all Robbie Vaughn matters were holding, and he could not let these psychological levees be breeched by this discovery. No images came—not the upstairs school hallway drenched in merciless March sunshine, not the funeral home and its own unsympathetic harshness. All contained, properly cinched and calibrated. Good.
One of the carton’s seams split with a dry popping sound. It made him jump. Books spilled onto the floor. The remainder of the chess pieces, stacked in a loose jumble for the last decade, rolled out and clattered like gumballs. The wind slammed against the house again. If he were the type to believe in omens, he might have found a reason to be uncomfortable under his own roof just then. Instead he dealt the carton a hopeless swat. No longer of use to him. But stacked in the shadows behind it were more boxes. And they were empty. Luck, in one of its many forms.
Before taking the empties downstairs, he repacked the classroom stuff into a new, stronger carton. All but the velvet bag containing the knight and king which he put in his pocket next to his car keys. There was some type of comfort in the act.

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Dean H. Wild grew up in east central Wisconsin and has lived in the area, primarily in small towns surrounding the city of Fond du Lac, all his life. He wrote his first short horror story at the tender age of seven and continued to write dark fiction while he pursued careers in retail, the newspaper industry and retail pharmacy. His short stories have seen publication in various magazines and anthologies including Bell, Book & Beyond, A Feast of Frights, Night Terrors II and Horror Library 6. His novel, The Crymost  is an exploration of tradition, superstition and encroaching horror in a small Wisconsin town. He and his wife, Julie, currently reside in the village of Brownsville.


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Where were you born/grew up at?

I grew up in the small (very small) town of Lamartine, Wisconsin. Idyllic in many ways, in a decade when landline phones were the one and only option, over-the-air television offered three channels, seatbelts were an option and bicycle helmets didn’t exist. My town, like many in the day, offered several self-sustaining amenities. The school I attended, three doors down from my house, accommodated grades 1-4. I picked up penny candy at the tiny grocery store (which was an almost western-style false-front, so small its interior was a single room with a clutch of produce baskets in the middle and shelves of goods ringing the outer walls—no room or need for aisles. Mrs. Henning could see every move her shoppers made from the cash register in the corner). And I sometimes grabbed a Hershey bar or a bag of pork rinds from one of the two taverns in town, should I be there at the behest of my parents who required a gallon of wine or a pack of cigarettes. Yes, at the age of nine, I often pedaled home on my Schwinn with bagged alcohol or tobacco dangling between the handlebars, and it was OK with everyone. Idyllic and genuine. One could gas up at the small auto repair shop across the street from the firehouse. Sunday church services started at nine, if you were a Methodist. The creamery by the creek in the middle of town cranked out cases of butter and ice cream and at the far end of town, at the loftiest extremity of Lamartine’s single-street uphill expanse, was the cemetery. A serene and scenic place, the Lamartine Cemetery. Not anywhere near as intimidating at the big green house in the middle of town which was purported to have once been a hospital and later a hotel—a place where it was said the ghost of a bride who succumbed to pneumonia on her wedding night roamed the moonlit halls. The broken-down remnants of a farm across from the schoolhouse also carried more disturbing weight than our sunny, sweet cemetery. Mostly because the farm was not abandoned. A pallid, nearly blind old man sat in the shadowed depths of the front porch on warm days, assessing the world from under the brim of his old straw hat, his mouth always dour and set firm, his nearly skeletal hands folded in his lap. I was often warned to stay away, and I did. All of us at Lincoln Elementary stayed away without discussion on the matter. No rumors circulated about the man or the farm, no stories were ever told among us youngsters. Avoiding the place was an instinctual, nearly tribal necessity. Unspoken. Fodder for a young mind that might one day strive to stitch together tales of darkness and dread? Perhaps. But Lamartine was rich in many elements—the politics, the bonds and betrayals that stemmed from all aspects of life, and due to the manner and the breadth of the community, those elements became known to all who dwelt within the town limits with very little delay. Such an atmosphere is a nurturing environment for anyone who wishes to write any type of fiction. And despite the isolation and the disconnection from many big town opportunities, I wouldn’t trade those grand, golden summer sun and winter snowbound days for anything.


If you knew you'd die tomorrow, how would you spend your last day?
I would spend it at home, with my wife on my arm and my cats in my lap. There would be music. I fill my days as much a possible with music, except when I write. Then I require silence. Silly pop songs, classical, ambient, metal, country—I appreciate elements from all of it. We would talk, the wife and I, reminisce, make all those vital declarations two people bonded by love need to make. And I would mark the passage of the sun, admire the shift in the shadows, watch them stretch and wonder what colors my final sunset might reveal.


Do your characters seem to hijack the story or do you feel like you have the reigns of the story?
In my case, it’s the story itself that is the wily beast. Since I am a pantser (someone who writes by the seat of their pants, for those of you unfamiliar with the term. I use no outlines, just basic plot ideas which I feel allows the story to flourish in an impromptu and natural fashion) I pick a certain scene or event I want to include in the book and write toward it. Oftentimes, my plan is derailed by an idea so perfect or profound that it pushes my prow off course and sets me adrift in a new direction. Is this always best? No, but it keeps me reviewing and reflecting on the work at hand. And I have more than once backtracked and began the journey toward a favored scene again because the route became too tangled or the logical path was too far off the mark. My characters, of course, do a little hijacking of their own. Many a time I have set a background character in motion within a scene only to have them start to walk and talk on their own. Next thing you know they’re rearranging the furniture and then buying the place outright. I love those characters. They may not hijack the story, but they certainly ambush my plans by insinuating themselves into the bigger picture. And every once in a while, as I delve deeper into my main characters they will, by way of one of those earlier course corrections, present me with some interesting, sometimes puzzling, options. Ah, the price of being a pantser!

Convince us why you feel The Crymost is a must read.
I think any time a novel’s context and content expands beyond its core theme and basic storyline the rewards to the reader are heightened. In The Crymost, what begins as a tale of eerie occurrences in a small Wisconsin town swiftly becomes a ticking clock of dread and deathly terror. But The Crymost offers more than linear story. Amid all the frenzy, readers will find my viewpoints of the human condition—fearsome and fragile—and my interpretation of the powerful force that can be summoned from the depths of love, community and friendship. Therefore, the reader who enjoys sheer plot and pace will come away entertained and gratified, but so will the reader who appreciates fiction that offers elements of the real world and the fortitude of the human spirit to glint between its passages. How can anyone resist a novel that is a breathless ride and a soulful exploration?


Pen, Typewriter or Computer?
All my first drafts are longhand. Something about scribing characters onto the page, the manipulation of the hand and the flow of ink, gives the process a feeling of craftsmanship. It is soothing to me. I feel it contributes to my “writer’s trance.” The transfer from handwritten pages to a computer document serves as a second draft which I edit on the fly. Then, ensuing manuscript drafts are achieved through a combination of on-screen edits and red ink notations on printed copies. I once attempted to write a novel on my keyboard only—from my thoughts directly to the computer—and the experience was unpleasant for me. I lost connection with the work, too distracted, I suppose, by the act of typing.


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68 Comments
Sherry
3/25/2022 05:49:41 am

I love the cover it's so eye catching and the excerpt was so good.

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Dean H. Wild (author)
3/25/2022 09:10:07 am

Thanks so much, Sherry. The publisher (Blood Bound Books) asked me how I envisioned the cover and I tossed a few ideas their way, then they set their commissioned artist to work. They went above and beyond and I am very pleased with the result! Also, I'm glad you enjoyed the part of The Crymost you've read so far!

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Michele Soyer
3/25/2022 07:07:35 am

The cover is great - really draws me in.

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Dean H. Wild (author)
3/25/2022 09:17:40 am

Thanks, Michele. The publisher really got it right with this one. The color green, the chess pieces, the organic leaf and stone textures, all of it touches upon elements of the book.

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Marcy Meyer
3/25/2022 07:11:39 am

The cover looks really good. Sounds like an interesting story.

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Dean H. Wild (author)
3/25/2022 09:13:57 am

My publisher did an amazing job with the cover. Thanks. I'm glad your interest is piqued by the story concept, too!

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Rita Wray
3/25/2022 09:20:31 am

The book sounds very intriguing.

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Jon Heil
3/25/2022 09:51:30 am

Checkmate for the win!

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Dean H. Wild (author)
3/25/2022 12:00:58 pm

Ha ha! Love it!

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Beyond Comps
3/25/2022 10:14:11 am

Great cover!

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Dean H. Wild (author)
3/25/2022 12:01:41 pm

Thanks. I like it, too!

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Barbara Montag
3/25/2022 10:28:44 am

I love everything about this book - genre title and cover!
Thank you for sharing this with us.

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Dean H. Wild (author)
3/25/2022 08:04:32 pm

And thanks to you for your comments!

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Kari B
3/25/2022 11:24:12 am

Sounds like an exciting and spooky story to read.

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Dean H. Wild (author)
3/25/2022 12:04:24 pm

I strived to keep the pace high and the chillls genuine without making the book totally plot-driven. Gotta have some room for character develpment, right?

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wendy hutton
3/25/2022 01:35:12 pm

this sounds like a wonderful book

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Karen A.
3/25/2022 01:43:38 pm

Sounds like a very interesting read.

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Kelly D
3/25/2022 04:33:20 pm

The book sounds great, especially the main character.

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bn100
3/25/2022 05:53:38 pm

nice interview

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Bea LaRocca
3/25/2022 07:56:55 pm

I like the cover, synopsis and excerpt, this sounds like a thrilling read and I am looking forward to it. Thank you for sharing your guest post and book details and for offering a giveaway

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Dean H. Wild (author)
3/25/2022 08:03:17 pm

Thanks so much, Bea. And a big thanks to Maia at Silver Dagger for making this book tour happen!

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Bernie Wallace
3/26/2022 07:10:36 am

How long did it take you to write your book?

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Dean H. Wild (author)
3/26/2022 07:34:46 am

I put the first words for The Crymost on paper in 2013. By 2016 I had a first rough draft. Then, after tons of edits and a few go-rounds with beta readers, I began submitting to pubishers. Thanks for asking.

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Amy F
3/26/2022 11:42:13 am

Love the title and cover design.

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Dean H. Wild
3/26/2022 06:07:58 pm

Thanks, Amy

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Susan Smith
3/26/2022 01:01:19 pm

Sounds like a great Supernatural Horror book. I like the cover.

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Dean H. Wild (author)
3/26/2022 06:08:44 pm

So glad you're getting a "vibe" there, Susan!

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Terri Quick
3/26/2022 03:52:36 pm

Great cover

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Ann Fantom
3/26/2022 09:32:43 pm

This sounds like an interesting book and I also like the cover.


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Debbie P
3/26/2022 10:37:42 pm

This sounds like a fascinating read.

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David Hollingsworth
3/27/2022 02:30:54 pm

The cover is good

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David Basile
3/27/2022 07:45:18 pm

This looks like a good read.

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Cynthia C
3/28/2022 01:43:26 pm

The excerpt is interesting. Thank you for sharing it.

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kelly tupick
3/28/2022 02:09:37 pm

The books sounds very interesting to me.

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beth shepherd
3/28/2022 02:33:57 pm

This looks like a great read

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Abigail Gibson
3/28/2022 03:29:47 pm

Looks like a great book!

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Danielle Day
3/28/2022 11:50:46 pm

I like it!

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Wendy Jensen
3/29/2022 02:57:30 pm

The book details sound like quite a horror story.

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Dean H. Wild
3/30/2022 07:41:43 am

Thanks, everyone, for the positive feedback. It truly does an author's heart good!

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Ken Ohl
4/3/2022 02:28:18 pm

this book looks intriguing

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Thomas Gibson
4/7/2022 08:11:17 pm

Excellent work!

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Dean H. Wild (author)
4/10/2022 04:01:53 pm

Thank you for that, Thomas.

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Valerie Seal
4/9/2022 10:37:12 am

Intriguing title!

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Ginny link
4/9/2022 09:05:50 pm

Book sounds really good. A bit different than what I've been reading.

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Dean H. Wild (author)
4/10/2022 04:03:34 pm

Thanks, Ginny. I hope, should you decide to pursue The Crymost, that you enjoy it!

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Karin
4/12/2022 07:02:03 am

Nice excerpt

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Dean H. Wild (author)
4/13/2022 07:10:52 am

Thanks, Karin. It is actually the opening chapter of the book. I'm glad you found it enjoyable.

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Calvin
4/12/2022 11:43:38 pm

Sounds super interesting. i like the eerie setting.

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Francine Anchondo
4/19/2022 11:20:33 am

I really like the cover and the book sounds good.

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Daniel M
4/23/2022 11:08:28 am

like the cover

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jose rosado
4/23/2022 12:50:22 pm

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


A very good blurb


THX

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jason jennings
4/23/2022 04:26:39 pm

great cover cant wait to read

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Dean H. Wild (author)
4/23/2022 04:59:50 pm

Thank you, Jason.

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Judy Gregory
4/23/2022 06:14:34 pm

How do you "flesh out" your characters?

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Dean H. Wild (author)
4/24/2022 09:02:34 am

I find that many character elements contributing toward "fleshiness" can be revealed through dialog. What the character says, when they say it and how they say it (as well as what they don't say) can be as powerful as any descriptive phrases in the narrative, so I pay close attention to how I craft the words spoken by my characters to make sure they are true to the person speaking. Plus, we need to keep in mind our characters are living, breathing beings that carry weight, possess awareness and are often ruled by emotions. Make sure they can feel the breezes, smell the brewing coffee, hear the sirens in the distance and try to wish away the clench of dread in their stomachs. Thanks for asking and making me think about this, Judy.

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latisha depoortere
4/23/2022 06:54:41 pm

This sounds good thanks for sharing!

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Dean H. Wild (author)
4/24/2022 02:48:47 pm

Thank you for commenting!

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Jacqueline Davison McLean
4/24/2022 05:52:06 am

Yes! Sounds like a Supernatural story. I love this kind of reading.

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Dean H. Wild (author)
4/24/2022 02:51:55 pm

In the pages of The Crymost you'll find an ancient nameless entitiy, an unwilling yet driven resurrected being and a few ghosts along the way. I do hope it's your cup of tea, Jacqueline.

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Debbi Wellenstein
4/24/2022 09:37:04 am

I enjoyed the excerpt. Thank you for the giveaway!

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sheila ressel
4/24/2022 12:28:30 pm

Really looking forward to reading this based on the excerpt.

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Dean H. Wild (author)
4/24/2022 02:52:38 pm

Glad to hear that. Thank you Sheila.

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Tara Enright
4/24/2022 09:51:45 pm

I think the book details are great and I can’t wait to check it out.

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Christy R.
4/24/2022 10:12:05 pm

The book details sound fascinating and spooky. Best of luck with the success of the publication.

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Renata
4/24/2022 10:29:41 pm

I like the cover!

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Sand
4/24/2022 10:53:06 pm

Sounds like a great book.

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Jen L
4/25/2022 01:49:45 pm

Sounds like a fantastic read

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Dean H. Wild (author)
4/25/2022 09:55:48 pm

Thanks for all the positive comments, everyone! The Crymost and I thank you!

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