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Wednesday, 31 July 2013

Sunny Days with Christina Courtenay

As it is now high summer and everyone is taking time out for holidays at Famous Five Plus we are going to share our web site with some wonderful authors in our special Sunny Days special feature.

Today we welcome, Christina Courtenay

Q: Which is your favourite month of the year and why?

A: August - it’s the month of my birthday and that of my older daughter, plus it’s the month I was married, so there’s lots to celebrate.  It’s also the best month for visiting Sweden as the lakes will still be warm enough to swim in (hopefully), it’s crayfish party season and also the month when you can go out into the deep forests and pick mushrooms and berries, something I really enjoy.  Plus, at the end of August autumn isn’t far away and I love autumn!

Christina Courtenay lives in Herefordshire and is married with two children. Although born in England she has a Swedish mother and was brought up in Sweden. In her teens, the family moved to Japan where she had the opportunity to travel extensively in the Far East

Christina is the current chairman of the Romantic Novelists’ Association.  She writes historical romance, time slip and contemporary YA romance and is published by independent publisher Choc Lit.  Three of her novels have been shortlisted for the RNA’s Romantic Novel Awards (RoNA’s) in the Best Historical category and in 2012 her third novel Highland Storms won this award.  Her fourth novel The Silent Touch of Shadows won the 2012 Romance Reader Award for Best Historical Read at the Festival of Romance last year.

Christina is a keen amateur genealogist and loves history and archaeology (the armchair variety).

New England Rocks  (YA contemporary romance)


First impressions, how wrong can you get?

When Rain Mackenzie is expelled from her British boarding school, she can’t believe her bad luck. Not only is she forced to move to New England, USA, she’s also sent to the local high school, as a punishment.
Rain makes it her mission to dislike everything about Northbrooke High, but what she doesn’t bank on is meeting Jesse Devlin…
Jesse is the hottest guy Rain’s ever seen and he plays guitar in an awesome rock band!
There’s just one small problem …  Jesse already has a girlfriend, little miss perfect Amber Lawrence, who looks set to cause trouble as Rain and Jesse grow closer.
But, what does it matter? New England sucks anyway, and Rain doesn’t plan on sticking around…
Does she?

New England Rocks, paperback out on 7th August:-

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Tuesday, 30 July 2013

Review: Hamburg 1947: A Place for the Heart to Kip by Harry Leslie Smith

Nikki Bywater reviews A Place for the Heart to Kip by Harry Leslie Smith. “A wonderful romantic story, about two people in love that are thrown obstacles in their way to keep them apart.”

In this book Harry shares his memoirs from just after the end of the Second World War. Harry is now twenty-two and was ready for peace. He has spent the last four years in the RAF as a wireless operator. Living in Hamburg and with no desire to return back to his hometown in Yorkshire, knowing there is nothing for him there anymore, Harry meets and falls in love with a young German girl called Friede and in this book their remarkable love story is told.
The war may be over but prejudices are still high and romance does not run smoothly for the young sweethearts, from two completely different cultures divided by war. Can they fight to stay together and be together against the church and the government?
I was really looking forward to reading this book after reading Harry book 1923: A memoir Lies and Testaments, which I really enjoyed and found really interesting and I was not disappointed with this book. A wonderful romantic story, about two people in love that are thrown obstacles in their way to keep them apart.

This to me personally is the best way to learn social history, by authors like Harry, who have wrote down and shared their own true life personal experiences all about what real life was really like and how they lived it. This is a fascinating story. I really admire Harry’s determination to be with the woman he loves. This book is an excellent read.

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Monday, 29 July 2013

Review: A Fatal Verdict by Tim Vicary

Chris Longmuir reviews A Fatal Verdict by Tim Vicary. “Well, I’m glad I did, because this was one of the most thrilling, page-turners I’ve read for some time.”

I’m an avid crime reader but must admit I don’t normally read court-room dramas. I’m not sure why that is, maybe it’s because I can’t get rid of the feeling that because the setting is a formal one, this will detract from the suspense of the story. However, I won this book in a competition, so it follows that I had to read it.  Well, I’m glad I did, because this was one of the most thrilling, page-turners I’ve read for some time.

The characters were completely realistic, and I was completely drawn in by Sarah Newby, who was no formal, dry as dust QC. She was a living, breathing character with her own family problems, and dilemmas. She dispelled the image of wig and gown, although she did wear them in court, but she also travelled to court on her high-powered motor bike, and when she was angry she revved the bike and drove dangerously at high speed.

The book starts with the discovery of the body of a young girl in the bath of her boyfriends flat. She is partially drowned and has slit wrists. It soon transpires that she hasn’t committed suicide, she has been murdered, with her boyfriend the main suspect. Sarah has the job of prosecuting him, and the resultant court case is full of suspense.

The girl’s family are destroyed by her death, and when the boyfriend is killed they become the prime suspects, and Sarah has the job of defending the mother who is charged with the murder.

It has to be said that the identity of each murderer is never in doubt, but the events leading from these murders provide enough suspense to satisfy the most dedicated crime reader.

This was the second book in the Sarah Newby series but it is not necessary to read them in order as this book did well as a stand-alone crime story. Needless to say I’ll now read the first book in the series, although I’ll have to buy that one, as it would be a fluke if I won that one in a competition as well.

Find out more about Tim Vicary by visiting our Author, Books, Trailer & Review Pages

Saturday, 27 July 2013

HUG A BOOK with Suzy Turner

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The Temporal Stone

Meet Suzy

Suzy Turner has worked as a journalist, assistant editor, features editor and magazine editor. Early in 2010 however, she began writing full time and has since completed six books for young adults: The Raven Saga trilogy and The Morgan Sisters series.
Although Suzy is a Yorkshire lass at heart, she left her home town of Rotherham, UK, to move to Portugal with her family when she was ten. The Algarve continues to be her home, where she lives with her childhood sweetheart and husband of 15 years, Michael, their two neurotic dogs and a cat who thinks she's a princess.

Details of Book

The Temporal Stone
A Morgan Sisters novel

It's been a couple of months since Emma and Lana entered the Praxos Academy and life has been hectic ever since. What with regular A level classes combined with learning all about the supernatural world, control classes, self defence and fight night, the girls are constantly busy.
But when their world seems to stop right in front of them, they and their fellow Watchers, have a huge mystery to solve. A mystery which will lead them on a long road trip across south west England where they will meet all kinds of strange creatures, some intent on causing harm and others desperate to put a stop to the problem.

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'I think it's pixie trolls,' sighed Eleanor from inside the safety of the Praxos HQ, beneath the city of London, as she took a sip of her tea. 'I hope all the students and their mentors made it to their designated towns alright.'
'What are pixie trolls, Eleanor?' asked Daisy who had been in the middle of a self-defence class with Wilbur when Eleanor had summoned them both.
'Strange little creatures, really,' she answered as she pondered what to do. 'I believe that, at precisely 9.57 this morning, something awakened them from their centuries old sleep. Look what they've done,' she said, pointing to her television screen that showed strange images all over London, of people seemingly cemented in time.
Daisy gasped as Eleanor flicked the channels to show each CCTV location. Reporters outside Number 10 Downing Street stood motionless in front of cameras. One man was half crouching, half standing as he had been in the middle of tying his shoe lace. Two others stood with their mouths open, mid conversation. Flicking the channel, Daisy watched as visitors to the London Eye, stood, half on, half off, the famous large wheel, laughing in expectation of what was about to happen. Buses and cars sat in amidst a number of cyclists balanced precariously on two wheels.
'I don't understand,' Daisy whispered as Eleanor's eyebrows bunched together as the pictures on her screen began to turn fuzzy. Flicking various buttons on the remote control, something seemed to be happening to all the channels as, one by one, the pictures went blank. Eleanor had lost her view of London.
Sighing, she stood up and leant on her walking stick. 'I wish I knew what was really going on.'
Walking around her desk, she stood in front of Wilbur before turning to face the young girl.
'I once read somewhere that pixie trolls have the ability to manipulate time. I don't know how they can do it or why they would even want to. But fortunately, we don't seem to have been affected, which means the Skulls are probably unaffected too. I'm not sure about other supernaturals, though.'
'Can we stop them? The pixie trolls, I mean?' Daisy asked.
'Of course,' answered Eleanor, 'I'm just not sure how, yet.'
'We do have another problem though,' she said to Wilbur, 'these trolls also have the ability to become invisible so we have no idea where they are. And, if they so much as lay a finger on us, we become exactly like the humans - stuck in time.'
'Just another day at the office then, Eleanor?' Wilbur replied with a grin.
Eleanor's head fell backwards as she let out a deep throaty laugh.
'Exactly,' she winked as she turned around and slowly walked out of her office.
'Follow me.'
'Where are we going? What are we going to do? What about my dad? Shouldn't we go and get him and the others?'
As they walked through the tunnels of the underground, Eleanor eventually stopped in front of a small door that Daisy hadn't seen before. Pulling out a necklace from beneath her sweater, she used the key dangling from it to unlock the door.
'Your dad will be fine, Daisy. He's working with Oksana and Brody, today. Don't worry about him, they're working on something below ground. They're probably not even aware of what's going on. I'm more concerned about all the students who are out visiting different parts of England today.'
They walked through a large area filled masses of boxes, until they reached another door. Opening it, Daisy was startled to find nothing but a small room with a single desk and a computer.
Eleanor smiled. 'It might not look like much, but this is where we keep all information about, well, pretty much everything, really.'
As Wilbur switched on the computer and sat down in front of it, Eleanor explained. 'Over the years, the Watchers have kept a detailed record of everything supernatural. On this computer, you will find mountains and mountains of information about every supernatural being that has ever walked this Earth. Out there,' she said pointing back out through the door, 'you'll find the same information. In here, it should just be a little quicker to go through,' she smiled.
'Pixie trolls,' said Wilbur as he stood up and allowed Eleanor to sit down and look at the screen.
With a grin, Eleanor turned towards Daisy, 'This should tell us exactly what we need to know to be able to sort out those pesky little monsters.'

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Friday, 26 July 2013

Sunny Days with Margaret James

As it is now high summer and everyone is taking time out for holidays at Famous Five Plus we are going to share our web site with some wonderful authors in our Sunny Days special feature.

Today we welcome, Margaret James

Q: What is your favourite summer drink and where would you wish to be
drinking it?

A: My favourite summer drink is a Bellini.  All those white peaches and Prosecco made from lovely Italian grapes – one glass has to be at least two of my five-a-day!
Here is the link to the recipe

I’d like to be drinking it in Lucca, a lovely walled city in Tuscany where I set part of my most recent novel, The Wedding Diary.

I’m a British writer of historical and contemporary fiction. I’m also a journalist working for the UK’s Writing Magazine and I teach creative writing for the London School of Journalism. I was born in Hereford, but now I live in Devon UK at the seaside. When I am stuck for a plot. I can always go for a walk along the beach and be inspired!

The Wedding Diary


Where's a fairy godmother when you need one?

If you won a fairy-tale wedding in a luxury hotel, you’d be delighted – right? But what if you didn’t have anyone to marry? Cat Aston did have a fiancé, but now it looks like her Prince Charming has done a runner.

Adam Lawley was devastated when his girlfriend turned down his marriage proposal. He’s made a vow never to fall in love again.

So – when Cat and Adam meet, they shouldn’t even consider falling in love. After all, they’re both broken hearted.

But for some reason they can't stop thinking about each other. Is this their second chance for happiness, or are some things just too good to be true?

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Thursday, 25 July 2013

Fly or Fall are you Ready?

Tagged to reveal not only the fabulous new cover to Fall or Fly, Gilli Allan shares a passage from her new novel.

Last week I was tagged by Sheryl Brown in a 7x7 excerpt challenge. The rules were to go to page 7, 70, or 170 of a current work in progress, or recently published work, and choose either the first complete paragraph or 7 lines of dialogue to share.
I looked at the pages suggested and chose the following passage from page 170 of the typescript of my soon to be published book, Fly or Fall.

Steam infused with sandalwood swirled around me. I rested my head against the wet wall and expanded my lungs. Today’s exercise session had been a disappointment. My movements were wooden, my limbs heavy; I got through the class somehow, but was unable to achieve the usual split between the mental and the physical. In the past it had been here, in the steam room, where I’d found the greatest release. As my languid body grew hotter and sweatier, I would luxuriate in the bawdiest of fantasies. Not today. It was so very hot. I’d no energy to move, yet the relaxation I sought eluded me, and as for fantasising? Reality had intervened. I’d woken up.

Many times the steam exhaled, filling the cell-like room with a dense, aromatic fog, and many times the fog thinned and condensed, falling from above in cool heavy drops. This self-indulgence could no longer be justified. I roused myself and began to stand; suddenly overcome by a draining weakness, I clutched for the door, conscious only of the imperative to get out of this cloying heat. My hand was on the handle, but I had no strength, and yet the door swung open. There was someone in the way, blocking my escape. My head jangled and the perimeters of my vision closed in, a dark frame round a dwindling image. A chill wave of nausea swept over me. Then I was asleep and dreaming.
‘Mrs. Hardcastle? Mrs. Hardcastle? Are you all right?’
‘It’s Sharon, Mrs. Hardcastle. ‘
I could see smooth, tanned legs and the white edge of shorts. I realised I was outside the steam room, sitting sideways on a lounger, my head on my knees. I sat up giddily.
‘You fainted,’ she said. ‘Lucky I was there or you’d have hit your head on the tiles.’
‘Thank you.’ I glanced up. ‘...Sharon. How long...?’
‘Just a few moments. How are you feeling now, Mrs Hardcastle?’
‘Bit groggy. ‘
‘Should we call an ambulance? Or your husband?’
‘No!' Not Trevor. 'It’s my own fault. I stayed in there too long. Don’t worry. I’ll be fine in a moment. I drooped my head down onto my knees again.

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TORN: She may escape her old life but will she ever escape herself?

LIFE CLASS: A story about art, life, love and learning lessons.

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Wednesday, 24 July 2013

Sunny Days with Madalyn Morgan

As it is now high summer and everyone is taking time out for holidays at Famous Five Plus we are going to share our web site with some wonderful authors in our Sunny Days special feature.

Today we welcome, Madalyn Morgan

Q: What is your favourite holiday memory?

A: It took me a few minutes to decide on my favourite holiday memory.   It has to be when, out of the blue, I was blessed by a Bishop in the Church of Nativity in Bethlehem.  The memory of my (adoptive) Dakota Sioux Grandma giving me my native name was very special too, as was the holiday I spent in Moscow with my late father.  But the favourite memory has to be of Bethlehem.

This picture was taken in 1999 in the cave (beneath the Church of Nativity), where Jesus was born.  The church has been destroyed and rebuilt many times.  The last time it was rebuilt  by 5 Christian Countries – hence the Jerusalem Cross.  Anyway I was waiting to kneel before the hole, which is directly above Jesus’s birth place, when the photograph was taken.    

Madalyn lives in Leicestershire.  After thirty-six years, she has swapped window boxes in South London for a garden in the market town of Lutterworth.  She has been an actress for over thirty years, performing on television, in Repertory Theatre and the West End.  She is also a radio presenter and journalist, writing articles for newspapers and magazines. 

Having successfully self-publishing her first Novel, Foxden Acres, Madalyn is currently writing her second.  Applause is the second of four books about the lives of four very different sisters during the Second World War.

Foxden Acres


On the eve of 1939 twenty-year-old Bess Dudley, trainee teacher and daughter of a groom, bumps into James, heir to the Foxden Estate. Bess and James played together as equals when they were children, but now James is engaged to the more socially acceptable Annabel Hadleigh.

Bess takes up a teaching post in London but when war breaks out and London schoolchildren are evacuated she returns to Foxden to organise a troop of Land Girls.

Traditional barriers come crashing down when Flying Officer James Foxden falls in love with Bess. But by this time Bess has come to know and respect Annabel. Can she be with James if it means breaking her best friend’s heart?

And besides, Bess has a shameful secret that she has vowed to keep from James at any cost…

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Tuesday, 23 July 2013

Reviewed: Storm Clouds Gathering

Tanya J Peterson reviews Storms Clouds Gathering. “When real storm clouds gather in our lives, we often feel it to the core.  There’s a physical reaction:  we feel cold, the hair rises on our arms, we shiver.  There’s an emotional reaction, too:  we worry.  What is going to happen?  What doom might befall us or our loved ones?  The reason we have such an intense reaction, of course, is because we care about our own safety and that of our loved ones.”

Pauline Barclay captures this emotional intensity well in her most recent novel, Storm Clouds Gathering.  The metaphor of an approaching storm is quite apt for this wonderful novel.  The storm clouds approach and hover over three families whose lives are intertwined in both direct and subtle ways.  Three different families struggle with three very different issues and hardships.  Three families face unique storms, and they each weather them differently. 
The beauty of Barclay’s novel of course involves the story itself.  The storms that gather over the characters absolutely hold readers’ interest.  The storms are real and they are intense and any given storm could definitely happen to anyone in the real world.  They all have, actually, in some way or another.  Despite the fact that I have not experienced a storm identical to one in Barclay’s novel, I could see myself in each of those characters, and I could directly relate to various elements of their storms. That I have not directly experienced the very realistic problems faced by the characters yet found myself understanding them and relating to them in a very real way is an indication of Pauline Barclay’s talent and beautiful writing. 

Yes, the story is deeply compelling.  It takes more than a compelling storyline, though, to make a great novel.  For me, the characters and the extent to which I connect with them are what really make or break a story.  In real life, we have an emotional reaction to gathering storm clouds because we care about the people affected by the brewing storm.  In Barclay’s Storm Clouds Gathering, I absolutely had emotional reactions because I cared deeply for the characters.  Barclay has created realistic, vulnerable characters, characters who, like real people, have strengths and weaknesses.  Her characters, each with a distinct personality, are human.  Barclay brings them to life in a very powerful way, and as I read I felt very connected to each of them in different ways. 

Find shelter, hunker down, and brace yourself for Storm Clouds Gathering.

Available in Kindle & Paperback from all Amazon Stores

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Monday, 22 July 2013

The Unstoppable Escalation of Creative Writing Courses - Are They Helpful?

Serena Fairfax looks at the pros of creative writing.

 The craft of writing (the technical mechanics of writing) can be taught and learned and you can become technically accomplished, but creativity is another matter. Authors who write well do so because they read widely and learn from what they’ve read, have something to say and are   ingenious at mixing all  the various ingredients – characterisation, plot, structure, dialogue, setting, description and tension- together.

  The pros of a creative writing course are that they’re designed to encourage and develop you as a writer and to persuade you to carry on and get the story finished so that you can write those magic words THE END.   You engage with other writers and you critique  (no mean heartedness allowed) each other’s work. Your writing gets feedback from the tutor – who either understands what you’re trying to achieve or doesn’t (and that isn’t necessarily your fault). You meet like-minded people and a friendship forged in the furnace of a course often blazes beyond it.

The cons are that it can be pricey and arguably a waste of time. Out of curiosity I attended a course where there were a number of aspiring writers who’d enrolled on the same such course year after year but had not completed or submitted to publisher or agent or indie- published a single piece of material. Here was a delightful bunch of people that came   simply to catch up  and socialise.  Another downside is that every course you go to detracts from prime- time writing time  which is what you really ought to be getting stuck into. 

It's not always that a published author, however successful, makes a good teacher.  Many courses would be more useful if editors ran them.

Caveat emptor applies to a writing course just as it does to buying a car or a washing machine.  As one commentator has wisely remarked: it can be trading in false promises. So don’t be a sucker. The stark reality is that for every one book published by a mainstream publisher there are nine unpublished.

You can find out more about Serena by checking out our Author, Books and Review Pages.

Saturday, 20 July 2013

HUG A BOOK with Eileen Schuh

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The Traz

Meet Eileen

Eileen Schuh has published two novels in her young adult BackTracker series, THE TRAZ and FATAL ERROR, as well as an adult SciFi novella, SCHRÖDINGER'S CAT.  THE TRAZ is also available in a School Edition.
THE TRAZ explores issues such as grief, depression, illicit drugs, and gangs while FATAL ERROR looks at guilt, blame, betrayal and ultimately, forgiveness. The third book in the series, FIREWALLS will be released later this year. Written to inspire adolescents and the adults in their lives, Schuh is pleased to have been invited to present her BackTracker novels as teaching tools to at-risk adolescents in venues such as the North Slave Young Offenders Facility and the St. Paul Alternate Education Centre.

SCHRÖDINGER'S CAT with its tangled relationships, weaves emotion into the science of multi-universes. Two worlds, two lives—too much for one woman.
Schuh lives in Canada’s northern boreal forest and draws her inspiration from the wilderness, her family and friends, and her adopted community of St. Paul, Alberta.

Details of The Traz

Katrina is thirteen, wealthy, grieving, and alone. But she is more than that. She's intelligent, beautiful, and intrigued by the dangers of street life.

Shrug's a giant of a man with a voice of thunder and eyes of granite. He has tattoos, The Traz gang patch, and a motorbike. When he asks Katrina if she wants a ride, she makes a decision that will change her life forever.

Katrina quickly discovers the violent side of life on The Traz compound. However, there is no way for her to escape until she meets Chad—an undercover cop with rich brown eyes, a gentle chuckle, and a plan to rescue Katrina from the clutches of the gang. However, there's a problem.

Somebody is keeping dangerous secrets from them both.

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Book I of the Back Tracker series


Cambridge Bay, December 1986

"How's my girl with the sunshine curls?" Dave Buckhold asked as he swung Katrina over his head. His young daughter squealed. He hugged her to his chest and her laughter subsided.
"Daddy! Daddy! Give me a kiss!" He nuzzled his lips to her tiny ear and gave her a million kisses. Beyond a doubt, Katrina was his reason for living. He pried her from his neck and set her down. "Where's Mom?"
A scowl replaced her smile. "I don't know."
"What do you mean, you don't know?"
Katrina reached for his hand. "She's somewhere."
Dave picked her up. She was four but so tiny. It was as if he had a toddler in his arms. He headed down the hall, flicking on lights as he went. "Tanesa?" he called. He frowned at his wife curled on the sofa. "Why are you lying here in the dark? You have a child to look after."
Tanesa kept her eyes shut. "She looks after herself fine."
Dave hugged Katrina tighter and cast the woman a long, silent gaze. His wife was nothing like their daughter. She was dark, in both skin tone and mood, and had none of the fine features that defined Katrina. Her straight black hair contrasted with Katrina's amber curls, and Tanesa was tall, matching him in height at five foot ten. At one time, he'd loved both her vulnerability and coarse beauty.
"Aren't you even going to say hi to me?" he eventually asked.
Tanesa slowly opened her eyes. "Hi."
"Katrina's too young to look after herself. Where's supper?"
"Ever since my dad and you bought her that computer…" Tanesa swung her legs over the edge of the couch and stared at her stockinged feet. She wiggled her toes into the thick gold carpet. "All she does is sit and play on the thing. I can only stand watching that for so long. Supper's in the oven." She rose and brushed past them to the kitchen.
"What did you have for lunch?" Dave whispered to Katrina.
"I look after myself fine," the child whispered back. "Don't fight. Please don't fight with Mommy."
Supper started in silence except for the clink of silverware against china. Dave was wiping up the last of his gravy with a bun when the mantle clock struck six o'clock. As the last chime faded, Tanesa spoke. "Dave, you promised me that we'd...."
Katrina pretended not to listen and ran the tines of her fork around her mound of potatoes. The spiralling lines looked magical. She topped her creation with a carrot. Her mother kept talking. "...move down south once Katrina got to school age."
"She's just four," her father growled. "School age isn't until six."
"Four going on thirty-four," Tanesa mumbled, staring out the window. Had there been any sunlight at all, she'd have been able to see a thousand miles of flat white tundra spreading to the horizon. In December, though, there was no sun.
"She's four," Dave insisted louder. "She needs a mother, for Christ's sake."

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