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July 2013

Review: Wicked by Jillian Kleine Der Löwe (A Seven Deadly Sins Novel, Book 1)

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When was there placed before your eyes the idea of most fervent love, the male and female embracing each other so closely that they could no more be torn asunder, but through unsearchable love became one?  – Arthur Edward Waite The Golden Tract

After a few weeks of tweaking and tightening with Jillian, as her proofreader and editor, Jillian proudly placed Wicked on for sale. She should be proud! This is a wonderful, wildly creative novel. Jillian has a very distinctive voice in this novel. Her turn of phrase is enhanced by a ‘wicked’ sense of humour as she carries you back through billions of years of creation – then turns creation on it’s head.

In Wicked angels and demons and creation (oh, my!) have been around since the Big Bang (yes, there really was one of those, you mean you really doubted it?). How boring is that, the same old same old, eon after eon? One must what one must, and if you are a Half-Angel, Half-Demon, Half-Elf and Half-Goddess (hum? Yes, yes, that is quarters, but then, you weren’t there when it happened, were you?) and have lived as long as Sev has (well, that isn’t really her name, but hey, if you, well, wouldn’t you get bored and want to change your name too?) and you are stuck on Earth for no reason you can remember, it sucks to be tasked by grandpa Yahweh to kill off your husband, Lucifer. Yes, that Lucifer. Hum? Didn’t know Lucifer was married? Oh, yea, baby! The love of the millenniums, don’t ya’ know.

What follows is by turns funny, sad, exciting and ultimately awe-inspiring. Angels and demons are, after all, just human in their own way, right? That whole ‘created by the same creator’ clause in the contract. With all the shortcomings, pain, longing and heartache any self-respecting celestial being should suffer. The metaphysical equivalent of Romeo and Juliet, Sev suffers as she pines for her great love, Luc, while Luc himself suffers the slings and arrows of self-flagellation, longing for things that were and were not, and should never have come to pass, if it ever really did and it wasn’t just a figment of his imagination. Or Sev’s. Or maybe Yahweh’s.

Overall, this is a metaphysical romp of the ‘well, yes, that’s what was said, but realllllly’ sort that was both exciting and frustrating to edit. Well, what can I say? No contractions?! I guess being a celestial being trying to speak English without an accent is sort of irritating, huh?

If you have a wicked sense of humour, this is definitely the book for you. If you don’t have a wicked sense of humour? Grow one. You really don’t want to miss this tour-d-force of laughs, snide commentary, misunderstandings on a universal scale and moments of great and abiding love. Throw all your expectations out the window of the Enterprise NCC-1701A (Hey, I like originals) at warp eleven, settle in, and enjoy. You won’t regret it!

Highly recommended.

A Very Offended Rant

I write for those women who do not speak, for those who do not have a voice because they were so terrified, because we are taught to respect fear more than ourselves. We’ve been taught that silence would save us, but it won’t.  –  Audre Lorde

Speaking very generally, I find that women are spiritually, emotionally, and often physically stronger than men.  –  Gary Oldman

The link below is to a post from the site of a blogger I have been following for a while. To be perfectly clear, the  particular post I am responding to was not posted by Gabriel, but on his site in response to a blog he wrote about the effect of porn on human relationships; “Why Real Men Shouldn’t Fanaticize About Women”. The full post may be accessed at:


Gabriel makes some exceptionally good points regarding the detrimental effect of porn on the ability of men to having loving, realistic relationships with women. I would also point out that his points should also apply to women and their addictions to porn – yes, it is out there, we just don’t talk about it is all. Women can become just as addicted to porn in the books they read. The typical erotica novel hero is no more realistic than the typical female porn star. And the typical male is not totally ripped while still being totally in touch with his feelings. Or totally alpha, but this whole ‘totally alpha’ thing turns my stomach anyway so we won’t go there. Does the typical “real” female truly want to be tied up and beaten and humiliated every night before they can get off? I would certainly hope not, or that would be a truly bad sign about where we are going as a society . . .

Anyway, the following is my rant. Read it or not, respond to it or not, I believe I have some solid points in response to what I believe to be a completely twisted vision of what male/female relationships should be about. And I would greatly hope I am not the only person to think this way, or I am going to be really frustrated with the whole situation!

A man who graduated high in his class at Yale Law School and made partnership in a top law firm would be celebrated. A man who invested wisely would be admired, but a woman who accomplishes this is treated with suspicion.  –  Barbara Streisand


The following is my particular rant, and doesn’t reflect on Gabriel in any way, but to the post by Dota on July 30, 2013 at 4:56 PM. You can scroll down to see the comment.

This is the post:

This is indeed a good article and you’ve raised several good points. Porn does destroy self confidence and is ultimately a destructive and self defeating activity.

I believe (as you do) that most men today view porn because they cannot seem to respect women. While I agree with you that men should ultimately respect women, I do not believe that the modern North American woman makes it easy to respect her. Our grandfathers never objectified women because women back then made excellent mates, nurturing and loyal. Today’s North American/Western European woman is an overgrown child with ADD who is lacking in character, moral fiber, basic etiquette, and over all integrity. Today’s women want to participate in behaviours that were unacceptable 5 decades ago (drinking/smoking/cussing in public) but still want men to respect them in the way our grandfathers respected their women.

I think the juncture where we disagree is that you believe porn makes men disrespect women, and this is true to some extent. I believe that 5 decades of Feminism has made the modern woman so undesirable, that most men gravitate towards porn as a result.

But porn is indeed a cancer upon society and one that seems to be winning.


Hold the phone! Wait just a moment. Back up. You have GOT to be kidding me! What planet do you live on? They must do some really interesting drugs there . . .

Have you really READ history, or do you live in a la-la land of “Leave It To Beaver”? Where women wore house-dresses and high heels to cook and clean and said “yes dear” and had sex in the missionary position and never, NEVER, EVER had an orgasm? And drank vodka and took pills to dull the pain of being totally, unequivocally unfulfilled? Where women of intelligence and wit, instead of being college educated and reaching their potential, becoming doctors and engineers, became baby factories and domestic slaves? Who turned a blind eye while their husbands screwed their secretaries and had second families on the side while their wives pretended they didn’t know? These same women who, when their husbands died, or left them, were left with children to feed and raise, who had no skills or training to provide the money to do so?

Is the fact that I gained a Bachelor’s degree and a Masters degree and held down a corporate position reason to not respect me? Or the fact that I made my own money, was respected for my intelligence and contributions to society, to charity and to scholarly works reason to disrespect me as a woman? Maybe it is my love of 20-year-old single malt Highland Scotch and having my needs met in bed? Does that make me undeserving of respect? Or maybe it is the fact that I left a husband who expected the very things you seem to crave in a spouse – total, uncomplaining submission, while he totally controlled my access to money, who wanted to control what I wore, where I went, who I saw and whether or not I had an orgasm, just like his own father did to his mother. Does that make me unworthy of respect, when I went out on my own, got a job, a home, and gained the aforementioned degrees and personal and public respect?

How much has society lost, treating women like they would their dogs, training them to obey, to snap to commands, to fall within a narrow boundary of acceptable behaviours? What have we lost, decreeing women to be second-class citizens? Cures for cancer, diabetes, heart disease? Answers to world poverty or peace or how we are going to be able to handle overpopulation or addressing our coming energy or pollution problems? Men certainly haven’t done a bang-up job of any of that. Men are seemingly incapable of living beside one another without destroying anyone they find to be different than themselves, or to have something that they want for their own. Wars over oil, religion, land. Cultures where women and children are raped and murdered in response to rape and abuse that was out of their control. Male oriented religions that demean and objectify women, men in dresses, waving texts designed and written by men, that curtail the rights of women over even their own bodies. Societies that allow men to murder their own wives because they were taken by force and raped by a stranger or a neighbor or an “enemy”?

Wake up and smell the coffee. In your little Leave It To Beaver world, women weren’t “respected”. They were paid less even when their work product was better than a male coworker. They weren’t safe on the streets, and if anything happened to them through no fault of their own they were denied legal recourse. They were abused at home with no recourse to women’s shelters or even the comfort of family members. Their children were abused as well, and all the little perfect people you envision turned a blind eye – including family members and priests. Apparently, your vision of “respect” is putting women in “Their Place” where they bow down to you as a cook, maid, breeder and body slave.

I am old enough to remember those days, and believe me, they were NOT the gumdrops and kittens you seem to crave. Wake up. I suggest you do a bit of reading of the “non-fantastical” variety. Take a look around you at the women and children who are STILL being mistreated by men who think they own their partners, just like they own their dogs and their pickup trucks. I am willing to give a male just as much respect as he shows himself to be deserving of. I am also willing to make sure that I rip his balls off should he show me disrespect, just as I would expect to be brought to task for not showing respect for any male who showed himself to be deserving of same. The key word here is deserving. You, Dota, are not deserving of my respect, because you do not respect me. And that is the whole point – just because you have dangly junk does NOT automatically make you deserving of respect. A mans mind, heart and actions are what decide their respectability, not their Y-chromosome.

In the words of Maya Angelou;

History, despite its wrenching pain, cannot be unlived, but if faced with courage, need not be lived again.

Review: Nighthawks At The Mission by Forbes West

I hate to advocate drugs, alcohol, violence, or insanity to anyone, but they’ve always worked for me.
– Hunter S. Thompson

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An Adderall and alcohol fueled, dangerous dream of a novel, in a nightmarish paean to Waits and Kerouac, Burgess and Kubrick, Forbes paints a LSD fueled journey down the rabbit-hole with his stunning brilliance of imagery, drowning in surreal pageantry. He drags you, literally, into a different world, a world of multi-coloured dragons and breathtaking vistas, where nothing is ever what it seems. Or is it?

Forbes’ prose is brilliant, a searchlight reaching across a blasted land. Sandpaper sliding  across exposed nerve endings, the frisson of dread before the beast of the night explodes from on high. The smell of carrion upon the night wind, sliding across the senses. As Michael Bunker puts it, Nighthawks at the Mission is an epic, fantasy, sci-fi, tour-de-force. I don’t know whether to hug Michael or hit him – his review of Nighthawks is everything I wished to say about the novel. Drat him, anyway, for stealing my thunder! (Yes, I now have a crush on him for reaching into my soul . . .)

In a closed society where everybody’s guilty, the only crime is getting caught. In a world of thieves, the only final sin is stupidity.

Visualize, please, a world of seven moons. A world of light and storms, of death and life carried out on an unimaginable scale. A world where nothing, and everything is, and is not, what it seems. Nighthawks reads like the bastard offspring of A Clockwork Orange and Fear and Loathing in Las Vegas –

. . . two bags of grass, seventy-five pellets of mescaline, five sheets of high-powered blotter acid, a salt shaker half-full of cocaine and a whole galaxy of multicolored uppers, downers, screamers, laughers…. A quart of tequila, a quart of rum, a case of Budweiser, a pint of raw ether and two dozen amyls.

All consumed on the deck of the Queen Mary as she sails towards a new and shocking world of dreams and illusion.

Not everyone is going to love this book as I do. It is a twisted and bacchanalian view into a quirky, funky and totally surreal mind, a mind not everyone will enjoy or appreciate. It is more a view into social pathology and psychological serenity, a world beyond the mundane and boring Pity those whose mind cannot reach beyond the boundaries. This a frightening and surreal fable, weird and wonderful. And almost painfully brilliant.

If you require that all your little bunny-rabbits have lovely, silky brown fur, don’t bother picking up this book. These bunnies have brilliantly coloured fur, warping and twisting through serpentine mirrors, razor-sharp teeth reaching out through blood-stained maws. They are shockingly alive, reaching into your mind to dazzle and tease, leaving you breathless and dazed, deep beneath the sea of darkness within your own mind.

“And the tail-lights dissolve, in the coming of night, and the questions in thousands take flight… –  Robert Plant

Very, very highly recommended – buy the ticket, and take the ride, a bottle of Johnny Walker Blue Label and a vat of colourful pills by your side . . .

Nighthawks at the Mission is available for FREE August 1st at Amazon.

Review: Veiled Eyes (A Lake People Novel) by C.L. Bevill

Veiled Eyes C.L. Bevill – An atmospheric, wonderful tale

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Louisiana is, in her heart, a mystical, magical land. In the bayous, where government and politics hold little sway, the real beating heart of the land resides. Here, the songs of her blood sing out in the voices of the birds, the roar of an alligator, the sound of the wind in the leaves. Her skin is this land of water and warm air, her hair the Spanish moss, growing lushly from the limbs of cypress trees rising full and strong from the bayous. She breathes the scent of water and growth, flowers and fecundity. And in this land of age and history, even the people of the lands are strange and wonderful in their own way – and some are frightening beyond all reason. For bad reasons, but for what they consider good ones too. Frightening.

Anna St. Thais knows nothing of this land, or its people. Abandoned on the doorsteps of a church in El Paso when only a few weeks old, Anna is alone her whole life, battered from pillar to post, from orphanage to foster home. Life has never been easy, and her luck has never been good. However, she has always had a ‘little friend’ living in the back of her head, helping her to make decisions, warning her of danger. And a voice in her head that visits her on occasion, sneaking into her dreams and touching her heart.

When we first meet Anna, she is hitchhiking across the country, trying to reach New Orleans where her foster home friend, Jane, has offered her a new job and a new home. It’s tough to keep your job as a car mechanic when the bosses jerk-off son drops a car hood on your hand to try to take your job away and give it to his just as jerk-off friend. And, with her usual string of bad luck in full force, she is mugged, robbed, had her car taken – and she hasn’t even made it all the way across Texas yet. Forced into hitchhiking, her ‘little friend’ in her head, that usually protects her from making bad choices when it comes to trust, checks out and leaves here alone. Alone, to accept a ride from a psychotic.

Terrified, drugged and in pain, the presence is back with a vengeance, determined to rescue Anna, whether she believes the presence exists or not. What follows is a story of mysticism and history, of stories and family. This is a beautifully written story, blending the voice of the Lake with French Cajun patois, with a smoothness and depth that draws in the reader and sooths the soul.

This is a fantasy, but it is much more. It is a tale of history and belief, of stories and hope. The people Anna comes to know, her unknown family, are a family in truth – a group of people bound by blood and belief, and by an incredible talent that turns their face from the world.

You can’t love every person in a tale, but as a whole, these people I truly loved. They are close and caring, determined to protect their family and their way of life. The story is complex and richly written, and draws in the discerning reader immediately. There were some issues that were a bit confusing, when it came to the italics used for mind-to-mind communications, however, I am not sure that those problems weren’t due to formatting for Kindle. I have seen that sort of thing often. Otherwise? I fell into the book to the point that I could nearly feel the breeze off the bayou against my skin. It was wonderful, lush and rich as a bite of praline.

 Highly recommended.



Review: Dead Spots by Melissa F. Olson

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Ms. Olson has written another for my “must read as soon as they come out” shelf. I am a huge one for exceptional world building, and I cannot fault her work on this point at all. You learn things as you go along, and they fit within what is happening seamlessly in a manner that not many writers can accomplish.

Scarlett herself, the main character, is interesting. She is in no way perfect, but she isn’t irritating at all. As a null, she suffers from the ‘let’s use her for what we need and who cares what happens to her’ mentality of those around her, but she handles it well. The writing style of the author is smooth and doesn’t rely on tricks to get her point across, nor does she beat you over the head with static, worn out characterizations. You come to feel like you know and like the characters in the book.

There are some twists that will be carried on to the next book, which I really like. The ending itself was enough of a cliffhanger to put me on the edge of my seat waiting for the next book, which is a huge pleasure!

Highly recommended for those of you who like paranormal without a huge amount of paranormal romance.

Review: Under Witch Moon by Maria E. Schneider Must Read Urban Fantasy!

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Under Witch Moon by Maria E. Schneider

Sometimes a book comes along that simply charms. In more than one way, as charms are a big part of the story in Under Witch Moon. Adriel is a witch, and the thing I truly loved about the book? Adriel is a real witch! Not some frou-frou witch, like some overgrown Tinkerbell, but a working witch, doing things the hard way. The job is messy, smelly, and sometimes dangerous. But hey, it’s a job, right? Adriel does it the hard way, clarifying and containing, working with metals, stone and earth. Nothing like having to burn down the whole house when a spell goes wrong . . .

Now, Adriel has another problem. Vampires and werewolves and black witches, oh my! What is a good witch to do? Especially when the good deed you try to do winds up getting someone killed. So, now it is time to fix the problem and what it’s going to take may be the death of her.

This is a wonderful Urban Fantasy, with a realistic take on witches, non-sparkly vampires, and some truly messed-up werewolves. There is a romantic slant to the book, but what Maria truly does well is allowing the relationship to take it’s time instead of doing the “I met you one day and will love you forever as of the day after”. There is one, sweet kiss in this volume, and that is it. So, if you are looking for something sexier, you aren’t going to find it right now. Way cool. I look for the relationship to grow, slowly, over the next books. Wonderful story development! Great character development and world building. Just a truly lovely book, the first of a series that I am greatly looking forward to enjoying.

The series is on my “Must-Read” list now, and should you enjoy really good UF with a realistic bent on witchcraft, this is a wonderful series to add to your shelves!

Highly recommended.

OOO . . . SHINY!

I am pleased and honoured that  J. K. Walker was kind enough to list me as Editor, along with M. Fitt and Bryce Anderson, for his wonderful book, Sanguine Eyes. Thanks, J. K.! The first two in the Salt Lake After Dark series, Glacial Eyes and Hollow Eyes were previously reviewed on my site. I highly recommend them! You can see the reviews on my site by clicking the book cover links below. Then purchase each one. If you are an Urban Fantasy lover, these are definitely books to add to your MUST be read list!

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Review: The Accidental Demon Slayer (A Biker Witches Mystery, Book 1) Angie Fox

The Accidental Demon Slayer by Angie Fox 3.5 stars
Great comedy and characters, lost a half-star for a rushed romance

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Sometimes, Amazon’s ‘Freebie” program turns up a jewel. And with The Accidental Demon Slayer by Angie Fox, I am thrilled to say I wound up with a ruby. Hey, I like rubies better than diamonds, so sue me!

Come on, who wouldn’t be thrilled to have a kick-butt, 70-something, pink-Harley-riding grandma show up on your doorstep on your 30th birthday to help you kick demon backside? Well, if you happen to be the ‘turning-thirty-preschool-teacher” hiding in the bathroom from said grandma, things can get a bit confusing, but come on. A Pink Harley? Got to love it!

And the action only starts there. Strap your hyperactive Jack Russell into a ferret bag across your chest, hop on the back of Grandma’s Hog, (even if you do get carsick in anything faster than a tricycle) and take off for the Red Skull Hog Ridin’ Grannies biker bar, with demons in pursuit. What happens after had me grinning like a crazed biker granny myself, as Lizzie and Grandma kick fanny and take names across the American South – and a good portion of Hell.

This is the first time I had heard of Angie Fox, and I am thrilled to say it won’t be the last of her books that I intend to roll around in like a dog in road kill (hey, you will get the reference when you read the book – and DO read the book!) Her whole Accidental Demon Slayer series (two three-volume sets) is already on my Nook and set up to read. I also grabbed the first in her Monster Mash series (the 3063rd M.A.S.H. unit, location – limbo).  Angie has a wicked sense of humour, a brilliant touch with her characters, and her writing shows great pace and timing. In Accidental there is, of course, a ‘love interest’, and as usual said romantic twist rolls forward much too quickly for reality, but I have given up on the idea that any book with romance included as part of the plot isn’t going to include rolling around in the sack and declaring undying love within the first two days of meeting. Meh. At least in Angie’s book, Lizzie isn’t totally spineless. She stands up to betrayal and kicks it in the cohones. And the betrayer, too. So, no harm, no foul as they say.

I admit, I had to laugh at some of the low-star reviews. Come on, people! This is fantasy!!! I think that, sometimes, people get so wrapped up in their expectations, whether they be expectations of “realism” or expectations based upon what other writers do (“familiars” and whatnot) that they can’t just sit back, relax, and enjoy something new. It seems that some people wanted formula – shapeshifters shifting every two seconds, ‘my dog is my familiar’, I just suddenly know how to do everything magical even though my life has been totally mundane forever. Puh. Get over it, sit down, and read the book for what it is, a comedy that takes the old formulas and turns them on their head. Get over it!

Overall, Angie goes in my ‘must read when I am reading just for myself’ pile. She made me laugh, and her story was a pure, guilty pleasure. What more can I ask?


Review: Saxon’s Bane by Geoffrey Gudgion – Not Recommended

saxon's baneSaxon’s Bane starts out well. The anthropology is done well, and the Saxon history is spot on. Some of the history of the Old Ways is well done: The Old Way teaches us that all living things are sacred, that there is a life force in everything and connecting everything. Gudgion speaks of the Christian church, and how they took over, folding the myths and religion into the church to pull the locals into changing to the new religion of Christianity. How so many of the Christian tenants, such as Easter, as timed and based upon the Old Ways in order to fold what they called “pagans” into the New Religion.

I was well pleased to read the first part of what the book covered, and settled in, thinking I would enjoy the book. Then, Gudgion got completely off track, and totally ruined the book for me. From being solid and well versed in both the Old Ways and the New, he suddenly turned to stealing the sacred from the Old Ways, turning to the old saw of Wicca being “evil” and “devil worshiping.” This based upon the Horned God of the Old Way being turned into the “Devil” by the New Religion. Since the church said that the Horned God was the Devil, well then, it must be so, right? OH, how ignorant and how very nauseating.

Gudgion uses superstition and hated to turn the story into simply another ignorant rant against the Old Ways, having a sweet and caring follower of the Old Way say of Esbat: It’s used for a ritual curse”  and going downhill from there. His knowledge of the Old Ways is patently ignorant and false, especially as even the most careless of searches clearly delineate the definition of Esbat as being 180 degrees from what the author tries to make it out to be. The word Esbat is of French origin, from s’esbattre, which loosely translates to “frolic joyfully.” In addition to frolicking, this is a time to commune with the gods, give thanks, and enjoy the Cake and Ale Ceremony. In no way is it designed to “devil worship” or perform “ritual curses.” Wiccan is not about that.

Christianity defined Wicca and witchcraft as “evil devil worshiping” as a way to override the Old Ways and place Christianity in it’s stead. Those burned at the stake and otherwise murdered were mostly healers, herbalists and other practitioners of the Old Way, caring for their families, villages and animals.  Real Wicca was, and is, all about celebration, healing, honouring the seasons and positive influences. Only those who wish to defy and insult Christianity conduct Black ritual, and those people are NOT true Wiccan – they are basing their whole ritual in the Catholic church and it’s teachings, not in Wicca. Were there ritual sacrifices in the old days? Most assuredly. They were carried out by every religion, from Mayans to Egyptians, Saxons to Christians. What else is the hanging of Jesus on the cross if not a sacrifice?

I can’t decide whether Gudgion had a split in his psychology halfway through the novel, or if he intended to draw in the reader and then pounce with his superstitious nonsense. Or if someone else picked up the book half-way through and finished it themselves – someone with no knowledge and less intellect. Gudgion is “superstitious” in that he indulges in a total lack of research and/or knowledge in his statements, pushing belief of an unfounded psudoreligious doctrine as truth. One character, a sick and twisted individual, turns what should be a time of beauty and thanksgiving into something deviant. That is a sick human, not a sick religion. Any religion may be twisted – see The Spanish Inquisition for example, or the Mayan cutting out of the hearts of slaves.

Overall, I was deeply, deeply disappointed. I truly wanted the book to continue to be wonderful. Instead, I was left with a foul taste in my mouth and a heavy heart.


Goddess of the moon, queen of the night,
keeper of women’s mysteries, mistress of the tides,
you who are ever changing and yet always constant,
I ask that you guide me with your wisdom,
help me grow with your knowledge,
and hold me in your arms.

The moon is the symbol of the mother,
and she watches over us day and night.
She brings the changing tide, the shifting night,
the flow that changes women’s bodies,
and the passion of lovers to their beloved.
Her wisdom is great and all-knowing,
and we honor her tonight.
Keep your watchful eyes upon us, great mother,
until the cycle returns once more,
and bring us to the next full moon,
in your love and light.
–  Drawing Down The Moon

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