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Fall Into Fantasy ~ Week Five ~ J. P. Sloan

Welcome to the Fall Into Fantasy Tour, where we are keeping your mind off any end-of-summer blues and welcoming the cooler weather by introducing you to some incredible fantasy reads to curl up with and giving you plenty of chances to win awesome prizes!

Week 5: The Dark Choir Series

Book One: The Curse Merchant

By J.P. Sloan

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Dorian Lake spent years cornering the Baltimore hex-crafting market, using his skills at the hermetic arts to exact karmic justice for those whom the system has failed. He keeps his magic clean and free of soul-corrupting Netherwork, thus avoiding both the karmic blow-back of his practice and the notice of the Presidium, a powerful cabal of practitioners that polices the esoteric arts in America. However, when an unscrupulous Netherworker interferes with both his business and his personal life, Dorian’s disarming charisma and hermetic savvy may not be enough to keep his soul out of jeopardy.

His rival, a soul monger named Neil Osterhaus, wouldn’t be such a problem were it not for Carmen, Dorian’s captivating ex-lover. After two years’ absence Carmen arrives at Dorian’s doorstep with a problem: she sold her soul to Osterhaus, and has only two weeks to buy it back. Hoping to win back Carmen’s affections, Dorian must find a replacement soul without tainting his own. As Dorian descends into the shadows of Baltimore’s underworld, he must decide how low he is willing to stoop in order to save Carmen from eternal damnation… with the Presidium watching, waiting for him to cross the line.

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ABOUT J.P. SLOAN
 
J.P. Sloan is a speculative fiction author, primarily of urban fantasy, horror and several shades between. His writing explores the strangeness in that which is familiar, at times stretching the limits of the human experience, or only hinting at the monsters lurking under your bed.

A Louisiana native, Sloan relocated to the vineyards and cow pastures of Central Maryland after Hurricane Katrina, where he lives with his wife and son. During the day he commutes to the city of Baltimore, a setting which inspires much of his writing.

In his spare time, Sloan enjoys wine-making and homebrewing, and is a National-ranked beer judge.
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Ending It on WIPpet Wednesday

Welcome back to WIPpet Wednesday, where wackiness ensues and writers share snippets of wips on Wednesdays. It’s a sad day here in Random Museville. Today I am forced to give you the last 377 words I currently have written for How Not To Buy A Dragon. My convoluted WIPpet math goes like this: 9(month)+17(date)=26 26/2=13 3+7+7=13 Tada!!!!! This takes place right after last week’s in which Janni offers Dachus a meal and a room. You can read the entire thing here. We begin with Dachus talking in response to Janni telling him he doesn’t know when to cut his losses.

“Excuse me?”

“I’m offering you a good meal, Mr. Branacous, and a soft bed for the night. You can be gracious and accept them, or not. I am not offering you a dragon, and I never will. That’s not how it’s done. Nothing—” she stopped walking and turned to face him “—will force me to do so. And here I will be deadly serious. If you ever threaten this hold again, you will disappear down a dragon’s gullet faster than you can blink. There will be no evidence you ever arrived here. You will simply cease to exist.”

His face paled, the arrogance replaced first by incredulity, then a flicker of fear, followed by tight mouthed acceptance. To Janni’s surprise he bowed from the shoulders, one hand behind his back, left foot extended slightly.

“My apologies, Master Jannis,” he said.

Janni pursed her lips. “Mm-hmm. Your room is this way. Dinner is at the fifth bell.”

“Wait.”

“Yes?”

His lips parted, then compressed into a thin line. His gaze shifted to something in the distance as he raked his fingers through his hair, then grimaced at his hand as though it had somehow offended him.

“Today, Mr. Branacous,” Janni said. “I have things to do.”

“What? Oh. Yes.” He sighed, still glowering at his palm. “Master Jannis, I am afraid I find myself at quite a loss. I was not prepared to face such a difficulty, I admit. I have obviously offended you and the Dracon Hold, and as I embody the Proupunua in his absence, I have brought him shame by doing so. Were I a stronger man I suppose I would throw myself on my sword by way of penance.”

“You would need one first.”

He finally pulled his eyes back to her. “Pardon?”

“A sword,” Janni said, hard pressed to keep the corners of her mouth from twitching. “I notice you aren’t wearing one. Have you ever even used one? I only ask because falling on your own sword, although romantically noble, isn’t as easy as it sounds. Holding it steady, getting the right angle—I’ve seen men lop off their arm instead of the intended result. You could still bleed to death, but it takes all the glamor out of the gesture.”

I have no idea what I’m going to share for WIPpet Wednesdays from this point forward. Perhaps bits of EoD if I can find non-spoilery ones. Any writing time I can steal has gone toward that, and it’s crawling so I hate to devote that time to anything else. Hmmm…decisions, decisions.

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Cover Reveal Broken Promise by Jen Wylie

You get a bonus post on this glorious Monday. Not only is Marsha A. Moore featured on Week Four of the Fall Into Fantasy Tour, but it’s also cover reveal day for Jen Wylie’s new book. If you haven’t read the first two books in the Broken Ones series, I highly suggest you do (see links below). You will be lost in the tale as soon as you open the cover. I’ve been waiting a long time for Book Three, and I’m thrilled it’s nearly here!

A Young Adult Fantasy

BROKEN PROMISE

(The Broken Ones, #3)

by

Jen Wylie

Published with Untold Press

Release date: October 7, 2014

Broken Promises

A year of turmoil takes its toll on Arowyn Mason and her companions. After delivering the Elven prince to his homeland, they decide to ride out the winter in the city of Westport before starting their quest to heal the Fey. Like most things in Aro’s life, nothing goes according to plan. As Kei struggles with the prophecy bound within him, his sanity begins to unravel. A prophecy and a promise are broken, and forgotten threats resurface with dire consequences. The Dragos is watching and the Were king is displeased with the disregard of Were law. Aro scrambles as yet another threat emerges. The Elves, displeased with their prince, exploit his only weakness…her. Aro is forced to find a new ally, a cold-hearted, ruthless pirate named Roan. He is more than he seems and Aro must learn who she can trust, or it will cost more than just her life. She has grown stronger, but is it enough to save herself, her family, and the Elf she loves?

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jw1A Jen Wylie resides in rural Ontario, Canada with her two boys, Australian shepherd and a disagreeable amount of wildlife. In a cosmic twist of fate she dislikes the snow and cold. Before settling down to raise a family, she attained a BA from Queens University and worked in retail and sales. Thanks to her mother she acquired a love of books at an early age and began writing in public school. She constantly has stories floating around in her head, and finds it amazing most people don’t. Jennifer writes various forms of fantasy, both novels and short stories.

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Amazon Author page: http://www.amazon.com/Jen-Wylie/e/B004HQ9XD8/ref=ntt_athr_dp_pel_1

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Be sure to check out other great reads by Jen Wylie

Broken Aro (The Broken Ones, #1)

Broken Prince (The Broken Ones, #2)

Tales of Ever (Volumes 1-6)

Flashy Fiction and other Insane Tales Volume 1&2

Sweet Light

Ring Around the Rosie

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Fall Into Fantasy ~ Week Four ~ Marsha A. Moore

 Welcome to Week Four of the Fall Into Fantasy Tour, where we are keeping your mind off any end-of-summer blues and welcoming the cooler weather by introducing you to some incredible fantasy reads to curl up with and giving you plenty of chances to win awesome prizes! Look below for the Rafflecopter Giveaway link and an excerpt from one of Marsha’s books.

The Enchanted Bookstore Legends by Marsha A. Moore
Book One: Seeking a Scribe
Book Two: Heritage Avenged
Book Three: Lost Volumes
Book Four: Staurolite
Book Five: Quintessence

Seeking a Scribe: Enchanted Bookstore Legend One

Lyra McCauley is a writer and loves fantasy novels, but until she opens a selection from bookstore owner Cullen Drake, she has no idea he’s a wizard character who lives a double life inside that volume…or the story’s magic will compel her from the edge of depression to adventure, danger, and love.

His gift to Lyra, the Book of Dragonspeir, was actually her copy, misplaced years ago. Lost in her pain following divorce and death, she fails to recognize him as her childhood playmate from the fantasyland. Friendship builds anew. Attraction sparks. But Lyra doubts whether a wizard is capable of love. She’s torn—should she protect her fragile heart or risk new love?

Opening the book’s cover, she confronts a quest: save Dragonspeir from destruction by the Black Dragon before he utilizes power of August’s red moon to expand his strength and overthrow the opposing Imperial Dragon. Lyra accepts the challenge, fearing Cullen will perish if evil wins. Along with magical animal guides, Cullen helps her through many perils, but ultimately Lyra must use her own power…and time is running out.
Series Description:

The Enchanted Bookstore Legends are about Lyra McCauley, a woman destined to become one of five strong women in her family who possess unique magical abilities and serve as Scribes in Dragonspeir. The Scribes span a long history, dating from 1200 to present day. Each Scribe is expected to journey through Dragonspeir, both the good and evil factions, then draft a written account. Each book contains magic with vast implications.

Lyra was first introduced to Dragonspeir as a young girl, when she met the high sorcerer, Cullen Drake, through a gift of one of those enchanted books. Using its magic, he escorted her into the parallel world of Dragonspeir. Years later, she lost that volume and forgot the world and Cullen. These legends begin where he finds her again—she is thirty-five, standing in his enchanted bookstore, and Dragonspeir needs her.
When Lyra reopens that enchanted book, she confronts a series of quests where she is expected to save the good Alliance from destruction by the evil Black Dragon. While learning about her role, Lyra and Cullen fall in love. He is 220 years old and kept alive by Dragonspeir magic. Cullen will die if Dragonspeir is taken over by the evil faction…Lyra becomes the Scribe.
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ABOUT MARSHA A. MOORE

Marsha A. Moore loves to write fantasy and fantasy romance. Much of her life feeds the creative flow she uses to weave highly imaginative tales.

The magic of art and nature often spark life into her writing, as well as watercolor painting and drawing. She’s been a yoga enthusiast for over a decade and is a registered yoga teacher. After a move from Toledo to Tampa in 2008, she’s happily transformed into a Floridian, in love with the outdoors. Marsha is crazy about cycling. She lives with her husband on a large saltwater lagoon, where taking her kayak out for an hour or more is a real treat. She never has enough days spent at the beach, usually scribbling away at stories with toes wiggling in the sand. Every day at the beach is magical!
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Excerpt from Seeking a Scribe:

Chapter One: Licorice Memories

The smell of anise greeted Lyra as she opened the door to Drake’s bookstore. It took her back to
happy childhood memories. Licorice-shoe-string-rewards for following her parents’ requests to stay on the dock while they secured the family’s pleasure boat to its trailer. The aroma brought a fleeting remembrance of times long gone, a treasure now that her folks had recently passed. At ease with the familiar scent, she settled into browsing through rows of antique bookcases.

The shop ownerstuck his head around a set of shelves. “Do you like tea?”

“Yes, I do.” Before she could finish speaking, he disappeared. “Is that the wonderful
smell?” she called out.

Kitchenware clinked in the back room. Receiving no answer, Lyra followed the noises,
scanning collections as she walked. This bookshop appeared established, but surely she would have remembered it from her last visit to the Lake Huron village five years ago. Books were her passion, especially fantasy. She paused in front of that section and studied its titles.

The owner appeared, holding a pewter tray with a teapot, two cups, sugar jar, spoons, and napkins, which he laid on the corner of an old library table. She watched him carefully pour the tea and hand her a cup. He was about her age, mid thirties or a bit older, and handsome. His medium brown hair, peppered with gray at the temples, grazed his shoulders in wavy layers, and his beard was trimmed into a neat goatee. He wore long shorts, a knit golf shirt, and sandals—typical casual attire for this island resort community.

She set down her bag from the drugstore and accepted his offer with a smile. “Thanks. My name’s Lyra.” She blew across the hot surface of the tea to cool it and then inhaled the anise-scented steam. She closed her eyes to fully enjoy the memory. “Ah!”

“Afternoons of boating and licorice with your parents? Right?” he asked.

Her mouth dropped open. How did he know that?

He slurped from his cup. “Go ahead, take a sip. My folks gave me the same reward for taking my kid sister along on bicycle rides.”

Forgetting all about the tea, she asked, “How do you know my childhood memory?”

“Taste it.” His lips curled into a sly grin as he took another gulp.

She cautiously took a tiny sip, just enough to wet her lips and the tip of her tongue.  The flavor flooded her mouth, and her mind swam with wonderful memories. The taste transformed into that of gigantic popcorn balls the sheriff’s wife down the street made for Halloween trick-or-treaters, accompanied by images of Lyra’s costume—a red, fringed gypsy skirt borrowed
from Mom. Next came a pumpkin flavor and vision of holding a cold piece of “punky-pie” in her five-year-old hand. Another swallow returned her experience back to anise. “What is this? How did you know?”

“Let me introduce myself.” His grin spread into a smile as his eyes met hers. He took a step
closer. “I’m Cullen, Cullen Drake, and I know many things. What I don’t know is what sort of books you like to read.”

His keen interest caused heat to rise in her cheeks. “Well, actually I have several favorites,
all fantasy and magical realism. You have a number of authors I like in this section.” She turned to refer to the shelves behind her, but found non-fiction hunting guides instead. “This case held classic fantasy a moment ago!”

Cullen put down his cup. “It moved. It’s over here, and I have just what you want.” He slid an old-fashioned library ladder along its track, set the locking device, and climbed
straight up to the top shelf.

Lyra followed, walking between four comfortable leather club chairs grouped on a Persian rug. A portrait of a young girl and a man wearing a cloak caught her attention. Something seemed familiar in the child’s smile.

The noise of books sliding on shelves distracted her. She moved to the base of his ladder and
glanced up. The ceiling of embossed tin panels decorated with Victorian teardrop chandeliers and paper Chinese dragons made a unique combination, to be sure.

But Lyra was more curious about the strange happenings in the store and its owner.  He was certainly odd, although not the bookish, geeky sort who usually ran bookshops she frequented. He had an athletic frame and strong legs.

“Can’t find it!” he exclaimed and quickly descended. His brow furrowed, he dusted off his hands on his shorts. “I’ve got to find that volume for you. If you don’t mind me saying, there’s a sadness about you. The book will make you happier than you’ve been since those days of licorice shoe strings.”

“After magical tea and shifting bookcases, I almost believe you.” She laughed to cover her
concerns. Even four months after it was final, she worried that the loneliness she felt after her divorce blazed like a beacon on her forehead. But, Cullen knew so much—it startled her…actually, intrigued her. Her ex didn’t ever see inside her, didn’t want to. This man read her as though he knew her. Did he? He seemed so familiar.

“Once I find that book, I promise, you’ll be pleased.” He stroked his goatee. “Hmm. Where did I last see it?” The twinkle in his gray-blue eyes captivated Lyra. “Will you be here for the week? I can look for it and call you later.”

“I’m staying the rest of the summer with my elderly Aunt Jean. She owns a lovely cottage at the end of Walnut overlooking Lake Huron. I thought I’d keep her company and give her time
away from her nurse during my teaching break. While I’m here, I plan to write my novel.”

“Great! You’re a writer? What do you teach?”

“Yes, and I teach American Literature at Southern University in Florida. Seems like you already would’ve known that since you jumped into my childhood memories,” she stammered, attempting some humor. Taking a long draught of the tea, her mind filled with memories of her pet dachshund wiggling next to her, displacing a row of dolls. Another part of her past he knew—impossible! Her forehead beaded with sweat.

“No, only thoughts associated with a lot of emotion, like the happiness of snuggling with your dog.”

“How?” she exclaimed, shaking her head. “I don’t understand.” Her mind swam, trying to
grasp what happened. She desperately needed some fresh air. With trembling hands she set the cup down.

“I realize it must seem odd, but the book I’m looking for will help explain.” He leaned closer
with a smile that somehow reassured her. “This is Saturday. If you can come by next Wednesday morning, I think I should have it for you by then…if you’d like.” He paused and looked into her eyes, waiting for a reply.

“Yes…I’m curious.” In spite of the confusion, she found herself agreeing. “Wednesday will work.”

“Fine. Let me take down your number in case I can’t find it.” He walked to the counter and located a notepad and pen. She dictated her number and full name, which he repeated, “Lyra McCauley, a lovely Celtic name for a pretty lady.”

“I think I need to go now. Thanks for the tea.” With shaking fingers, she collected her shopping bag and headed toward the door.

He escorted her out and offered his hand to shake, the corners of his goatee lifting into an
inviting grin. “Enjoy the rest of your weekend.”

Lyra smiled and looked into his eyes, trying to discern his unusual clairvoyant gift. “You
too.” The initial touch, of his palm against hers, sent electrical shivers along her arm. She jerked, yet didn’t let go, fascinated by the strong emotions flashing through her mind—attraction, excitement, and acceptance. After an awkwardly long pause, she dropped his hand, half-stumbled over the threshold into the sunshine, and took a long, deep breath.

She ambled to an outdoor café a couple blocks farther down Tenth Street, while her mind buzzed with questions. How did he know those things about her? She dropped onto a seat
at an empty table, shaded by an umbrella. He was fascinating and frightening at the same time…and familiar. Her divorce and loss of her parents left her lonely. He intrigued her.

“May I get you something to drink while you look over the menu?” The waitress interrupted with a bright young voice, a college student working a summer job.

Startled back to reality, Lyra murmured, “Just water, please.” Alone in a crowd of lunch goers, her thoughts returned to the bookstore and many unanswered questions.

The waitressplaced a glass of water in front of her. She almost hated to drink and remove the sweet aftertaste of anise from her tongue.

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Hopping to It ~ WIPpet Wednesday

Okay, first the bad news. I’m not sure how many WIPpeteers I’ll make it to this week. I’m hosting a three-day stockdog training clinic this weekend so the days between then and now are overfilled with preparations. I will try to make it around, but that might not happen until Monday.

Also, I am getting very close to not having any more of How Not to Buy a Dragon to post. It’s gotten such a good reception, I hate to disappoint, but it’s truly not a real project…yet…and my energy has to go to Edge of Darkness, and shopping Bound in Shadow. I know, I know, but what’s an author to do with only so many hours in a day?

The good news is, you still get a bit of Jannis and Dachus this week and next week. After that…I dunno.

The other good news is that I finally feel as though I’m getting into the rhythm with EoD. I’ve had several days of solid word counts, and have some semblance of continuity going. That’s not to say it’s been in any way, shape, or form smooth sailing. My characters are still being far too independent. Not to mention saying and doing things that catch me totally off-guard. But I’m making forward progress and that can’t be snubbed.

Also, I want to take a moment to thank everyone who entered the Rafflecopter giveaway during the Fall Into Fantasy promotion. I will be contacting the winners soon. Don’t forget to check back every Monday for the next author on the tour.

Finally, what you’ve all been waiting for, this week’s WIPpet. No complicated math. 10 paragraphs for the 10th. We pick up from last week when Janni told Dachus the buckle on his shoes was gaudy:

“It’s hardly gaudy.”

“So says you.” She finished her turn and started walking back toward the sprawling hall of Dracon Hold.

“Wait. Master Jannis.” He bounced after her on one leg, doublet thrown over the crook of his arm, one shoe on, trying to catch up as he struggled to get the other shoe on without falling over. “I think I was a little presumptuous earlier. Obviously you don’t know me, and I’m sure you don’t get to court on a regular basis–“

“Try, not at all.”

He stopped hopping, balanced on one foot, his other leg bent across his knee. “You’ve never been to court?”

“Until now, have you ever been to Dracon Hold?”

“Well, no.”

“There you have it.” She continued toward the hall, and he finished putting on his shoe, then trotted after her in a more dignified manner.

“The two hardly compare, Master Jannis.”

Janni tipped her head toward him as he came alongside her, and reconsidered not feeding him to Tork. “You just don’t know when to cut your losses, do you?”

 

 

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Fall Into Fantasy ~ Week Three ~ Elsie Elmore

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Week 3: The Undead: Playing for Keeps
By Elsie Elmore

When an undead woman with serious de-comp issues stalks sixteen-year-old Lyla Grimm, her hope of rescuing her rock-bottom reputation takes a back seat. Survival definitely trumps the in-crowd.
 
Her corpse-following scare reeks of a major prank and coincides with the arrival of Eric. He’s the hot new guitarist in her brother’s band. But Eric’s arrival isn’t by chance. He’s a Grim Reaper dispatched to find out why Death’s clients aren’t staying down.
 
As Eric realizes that Lyla can wake the dead, he jockeys for control of her gift. His uncanny way of appearing when she needs him most earns her reluctant admiration. But the closer he gets to Lyla, the less sure he is of his plan. The dead are easier to deal with than living emotions.
 
Gossip explodes, the Grimm family implodes, and desperation sets in. Death wants the gift and a soul. Lyla and Eric face hard choices with hidden consequences. Sometimes life’s choices aren’t really choices at all.
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ABOUT ELSIE ELMORE:

Elsie Elmore lives in North Carolina with her husband and two kids.

With a science education degree, she never imagined she would someday write stories that challenge the laws of nature. She loves the color red, has an appreciation for chocolate and coffee that borders on obsession, and wishes fall temperatures would linger year round.
Elsie is a member of several writing organizations: RWA, SCBWI, and WSW. The Undead : Playing for Keeps is her debut novel. Find her on the web: on twitter at @ElsieWriter, her blog at elsieelmore.com, or on Facebook at www.facebook.com/elsieelmorewriter.

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Mystery Revealed WIPpet Style

Having Monday off really threw me for a loop. I suddenly realized it was Tuesday and I needed to get my WIPpet post written. Hmm…today is the third. Three little words, perhaps…

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/\ is the best image EVAH, given the monkey and all. Yeah, if you’ve been hanging around here for a while, you’ll understand.

But, I digress. WIPpet. I left you last week with Janni startling some man by the fence. Now, I could give you three sentences. Three paragraphs. Or shall I whip up some complicated WIPpet math? Naw, I’ll just add the month to the date and give you twelve short paragraphs. This picks up immediately after last week’s:

He fumbled after the shoe in his hand, almost dropping it before he turned to face her.

“Oh, it’s you,” he said.

Amazing. Without the doublet and shoes, in nothing but a thin white tunic and wet hair, Dachus Branacous almost passed for a decent looking man. Would have, if not for the haughty arch to his brow, and the arrogant twist to his lips and nose.

“You should be a bit more grateful to see me Mr. Branacous,” Janni said. She smiled, trying to make it look sincere, and not as predatory as it felt. “I have some good news for you.”

His brown eyes widened. “You’re selling me a dragon?”

Janni scowled. “No.”

Irritation replaced…what had it been? Relief? Disbelief? He picked at the bottom of his shoe with a sharpened stick, flicking dragon dung through the air, his mouth pinched.

“Not curious as to what the good news is?”

He waved the stick but didn’t look at her. “It doesn’t matter. If you’re not selling me a dragon–” He shook his head.

“Well, all right. I thought perhaps you were hungry and would join us for dinner. After which I’ll be reviewing new dragons and…” Janni started to turn away. “But, if you’re not interested, then I guess you’ll just be on your way.”

“I don’t know how I can be any more plain about that. I can’t be on my way. Not without a dragon.” He stared forlornly at his shoes, then shook one at Janni. “Do you realize I had to spend a month’s wages on these?”

“Next time watch where you step, or buy cheaper footwear. Something more practical. Maybe in a boot instead of a shoe. And without that gaudy buckle.”

So, how many of you guessed correctly last week? Hope you weren’t terribly disappointed that the ‘mystery man’ turned out to be Dachus.

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