Friday Feast ~ Strawberry Lemonade Slush

IMG_3235To continue the celebration of my new book DRAGON KNIGHT’S AXE, I wanted to have a drink to toast my couple ~ Alastair and Fiona. This cool, refreshing beverage is one I know Fiona will enjoy. However, I believe Alastair would prefer to have his mead.

In addition, I had the lovely opportunity to visit Kimi’s Medieval Author Blog. I surprised her by showing up with Alastair MacKay! For a chance to win a signed print copy of DRAGON KNIGHT’S AXE and swag (Alastair’s suggestion), come on over and leave a comment. One winner will be chosen by Alastair on Tuesday (July 7th) morning.

Click here to enter Kimi’s Medieval Author Blog.


1  box (4-serving size) strawberry-flavored gelatin

1  cup boiling water

2 boxes (10 oz each) frozen strawberries in light syrup, partially thawed

1 quart (4 cups) fresh strawberries, hulled

1 can (12 oz) frozen lemonade concentrate, partially thawed

½ cup sugar

1 bottle or can (12 oz) ginger ale soda

1 bottle ginger ale, chilled

In a large bowl, place gelatin; pour boiling water on gelatin and stir until dissolved.

In a blender, place strawberries (frozen and fresh), lemonade concentrate, and sugar. Process until smooth. Pour into gelatin mixture. Stir in 1 can of ginger ale. Freeze 4-6 hours or overnight until slushy, stirring after 2 hours.

To serve, spoon ½ cup slush mixture into each glass. Pour 1/3 cup ginger ale over each. Stir and enjoy.

Slainte, Alastair and Fiona!

HAPPY 4TH OF JULY! Be safe and enjoy!  

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Spotlight Interview & New Release ~ The Detective’s Dragon by Karilyn Bentley

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Please welcome the lovely and fellow Wild Rose Press author, Karilyn Bentley! I’m celebrating her new release, The Detective’s Dragon. I was hooked the moment I heard there was a dragon.

Before we take a peek into her latest story, here is my interview with Karilyn…

MM: Thanks so much for visiting us today. Describe a typical writing day. Are you a morning, afternoon, or night-owl writer?

KB: Morning or afternoon if I had my choice. Unfortunately, the day job means I’m an evening writer. Early evening that is. By 9PM I’m brain dead. <g>

MM: I admire anyone who can writer after 5PM, Karilyn. Can you tell us about your current work-in-progress?

KB: I’m working on the third book in my urban fantasy Demon Huntress series.

MM: Wonderful! Another great series, too. What inspires you when you’re writing?

KB: The prospect of catching a new reader’s eye.

MM: It warms my heart when I meet a new reader, Karilyn. What’s your favorite item on your writing desk?

KB: A solar activated bobblehead Yoyo (of Hoops & Yoyo fame) with the saying, “I’m in my worry-free zone.” My officemate at the day job gave it to me one year for my birthday.

MM: Ooo…I would love to see a picture. Now, just for fun. Do you prefer…

Champagne or Beer? Beer

Southern drawl or Scottish burr? Scottish burr

Kilt or Leather pants? Kilt

Print book or e-reader? I’m an equal opportunity reader. <g>

MM: Loved having you here today, Karilyn! Wishing you all the best with The Detective’s Dragon. 



As a Halfling with little magic, Jamie is barely considered a Draconi, his sole talent finding jewels and lost people. But when he dreams of a human female in trouble, he has no choice but to save her, even if it means crossing dimensions into a different realm. Unfairly accused and placed on administrative leave, Detective Ruby Parker is determined to regain her position on the Denver police force. When an attempt to kidnap her fails, she must learn to trust the stranger who appears from nowhere to help her. Unlike in Draconia, Jamie’s powers work in Parker’s world, his longing to wield magic finally fulfilled. But is working magic worth leaving his family and friends? When Parker realizes she loves Jamie, she must make a choice, follow her heart to a different world, or remain alone and attempt to regain her beloved job. What happens when the one you love lives in another dimension?


The squeak of hinges snapped Parker’s attention to the door. Hottie stood in the doorway, one hand on the frame, the other on the handle, a look of determination plastered on his face. A look she was familiar with. A look she saw reflected in her mirror on a daily basis. A look mirrored on her coworkers’ faces when working a case.

A look she never thought to see directed her way.

Which was a bit unnerving, but not nearly as unnerving as the realization he’d followed her. He stood in the doorway like he owned the place. Or owned her.

Her limbs shuddered like a car without shocks. He. Followed. Her. Was he stalking her? Was he with the ones who tried to kidnap her? What was he doing here? More to the point, how did she get rid of him? Her muscles might be coming out of a deep freeze, but that didn’t mean she could hop off the bed and toss him out the door.

Where was the damn call button?

Parker patted the mattress. Hottie took a step closer. Then another. No button. Her heart shook an uneven rhythm, the beat a warning drum in her veins. Her hand moved faster against the mattress, searching, seeking, not finding.

Damn it.

“Be of ease. I mean no harm.”

She stilled, her hand paused mid-pat as if his words flipped her off switch. Deep and soothing, his voice stroked across frazzled nerves, slowing her racing heart. If he could bottle that sound, women would fall at his feet.

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Today is the day to celebrate the release of Dragon Knight’s Axe!

As I stated in June’s newsletter, I never dreamed of having three books out within my published year. There are so many people to thank, but it’s you, dear readers–friends and family who have brought so much joy to me with your kinds words of encouragement and love for the Dragon Knights. To show my appreciation, I’m planning something special next week, so stay tuned.

I will be doing my first blog tour with Goddess Fish Promotions. From July 6-17, I’ll be visiting a different blog each day. I will be giving away a $25 Amazon gift card, too, after the end of the tour. You’ll be able to find where I’m at by clicking on the News and Events tab at the top my website.

Today I’m visiting Charlotte Cooper’s blog. So please stop on over and say hello. Click here to enter.

Don’t forget! This Sunday, 28th from 12:00pm to 8:00pm PST, is my facebook party for Dragon Knight’s Axe. There will my wonderful guest authors, contests, prizes, and lots of fun! I hope to see you there. Click on the link to rsvp.

Let’s take a peek into the world of Alastair and Fiona…


Battled scarred, Dragon Knight, Alastair MacKay, has fled to the seas to separate himself from his powers that are connected to the land. Yet, when he rescues a woman from a slave trader in Ireland, he steps back inadvertently into a world filled with magic—taking on the role of protector and leading him on a journey to confront his greatest fears.

Research assistant, Fiona O’Quinlan loves translating ancient artifacts at Trinity College. When she falls asleep on an archeological dig, she awakens in another time. She soon discovers a Dragon Knight’s relic has been entrusted into her care. Determined to return the artifact to the Great Glen, Fiona is unprepared for the danger ahead—losing her heart and soul to Alastair “Beast” MacKay.

Will their love be strong enough to soothe the beast and heal the man? Or will Death swing its axe, leaving them lost for all eternity?


He would get the truth out of her. She was now his. Bought and paid for.

His anger simmered just below the surface, and he allowed his eyes to flash with the fire of the dragon. Hearing her gasp, he smiled. Good, little bird. Fear me. Without giving her time to react, he swept her up and dumped her over his left shoulder, and strode to the ship.

He heard her sharp intake of breath, and then she started to pound against his back. “Put…me down,” she demanded.


She started to kick, and he clenched his jaw in frustration. The little bird had talons. He responded with a smack to her bottom, but instead of removing his hand, he kept it against her soft curves. “I will put ye down when we are on my ship.”

She went completely still, and then she screamed.

Alastair dumped her onto the ground. “For the love of Brigid, did ye have to yell into my ear?”

Fiona rubbed at her bottom and then stood. “You beast,” she spat out at him. Jumping onto a nearby boulder, she looked directly into his eyes. “Don’t you ever touch me like that again.”

Alastair yanked her to his chest by her arms, his face mere inches from hers. “And what are ye going to do?” He watched as her eyes widened in alarm. Blue eyes that reminded him of the sky on warm summer days. Then his gaze traveled down to her lips, red as berries.

Instantly, his beast roared to life. Claim one kiss, Alastair.

“I will slit your throat,” she whispered.

Releasing his hold, his beast laughed, mocking him. He stared at her for a few moments before turning away. Stalking over to the ship, he climbed up the ladder.


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I hope you fall in love with Alastair and Fiona. They took me on amazing adventure, and I enjoyed writing their story. 

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Medieval Monday ~ Highland Escape by Cathy MacRae

MedMonPlease welcome the lovely Cathy MacRae to the last Medieval Monday! I’m featuring her new release, Highland Escape. Absolutely love this cover, and I know you’ll fall in love with this medieval romance. This concludes our Medieval Monday Author Exchange. I hope you’ve found new stories and authors to whisk you away to the past. Have no fear, Medieval Monday shall return.




Fleeing the English army that murdered her family before her eyes, Anna Braxton rescues two young women, kidnapped by a barbaric Highland clan only to find herself unjustly imprisoned by the clan she aided. Disgusted by her treatment, she counters their belated offer of friendship with anger and distrust. But she does not count on the unexpected effect the laird’s son has on her heart.

Duncan MacGregor does not understand his da’s command to imprison the young woman who saved his sister’s life. He is more than intrigued with Anna’s skill with a bow and sword—in fact, he is fascinated by everything about her, in spite of her lack of feminine wiles. Straightforward and with a deep-seated sense of honor, Anna Braxton disrupts his entire notion of a suitable woman.

Trained as a warrior and unwilling to be any man’s chattel, Anna shuns the idea of marriage—until Duncan coaxes her into a world of acceptance and passion she never knew existed. He wants her as his wife. She will agree, but only on her own terms—conditions Duncan is not sure he can accept.


Neil led them through the double oak doors and into the great hall. A score or so men sat on stools and benches around trestle tables, eating. As their group walked past the seated men, a deep voice bellowed, “Wench, why are ye dressed like a man? Come here, and I will teach ye what it means to be a woman.”

He followed his taunt with a stinging swat to Anna’s backside, hard enough to propel her forward. Anger ignited Anna’s blood, accelerated by the accompanying laughter of his companions. She shot a warning look to Duncan to stay out of it, shoving his chest for emphasis.

She took a quick side step toward the man who’d hit her, bringing her knee up high to her chest. Using the momentum of the step toward this oaf, Anna released a sidekick, driving her booted heel into the center of his chest. Her stepping kick knocked the breath from his lungs with an exaggerated grunt, and sent him sprawling backward onto the floor, his head bouncing off the flagstones.

Not allowing him time to recover, Anna grasped his left hand, twisting it away from his body, locking both his wrist and elbow. Bringing one foot down on his neck and jaw, she stretched his arm out further.

“You will apologize, mongrel, or lose the use of these fingers,” she snarled.

He struggled against her hold, but she had the lock cinched tight and his struggling only caused him additional pain.

“I willnae apologize to a wench who plays at being a man!” he ground out between clenched teeth.

“As you please,” she answered. An audible snap sounded as Anna pulled his smallest finger out of socket at the second knuckle, causing it to protrude at an odd angle.

A loud yelp and an anatomically impossible curse flew from his mouth.

“Apologize!” she yelled at him.

“Nae, never!”

She responded by displacing his third finger, creating a louder snap. This time, his fellows groaned in sympathy with him, but none dared come to his aid.

Anna glanced at Duncan, who leaned against an empty table, arms folded across his chest, a smirk on his face. Only the taut muscles of his jaw belied his calm expression.  He warned off the MacGregor men with a glance and slight hand gesture. Before she could demand another apology, Duncan spoke up. “What is yer name, Graham?”

The man on the floor continued to hurl curses, each more creative and colorful than the last, as he struggled uselessly against her hold.

“What is his name?” Duncan calmly asked the man seated nearest to him.


“Angus, I would like ye to meet Anna of clan MacGregor. She has been adopted by our laird, my father, as a daughter, and is my future wife if she will have me.”

Anna shot Duncan a look of astonishment. The expression on his face showed no emotion except the silent fury he barely contained.

“I have seen her defeat six Highlanders in battle unassisted and another two warriors from my own clan. She saved yer commander’s life this afternoon. Ye might want to reconsider yer position on that apology.”


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Quote for the Week of June 21, 2015

John William Waterhouse

John William Waterhouse


“No need to give the damsel a sword. She will slay you with her tongue.” 

~ Excerpt, Dragon Knight’s Axe

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Friday Feast ~ Midsummer Mushrooms in Cream


With Midsummer in a few days and a week until the release of Dragon Knight’s Axe, I want to sing, dance, and eat like the faeries. This dish was created solely for a Midsummer’s Eve feast. Truth be told, the fae do enjoy mushrooms, milk, butter and thyme.

There are many folktales and songs linking the “Good Folk” with mushrooms. A circle of mushrooms growing in a grassy area is known as a faerie ring because the dancing feet of faeries created the mushrooms.

Typically, I would have a glass of Elderberry wine with this dish, but decided at the last minute to chill some Olallieberry. This is a cross between the loganberry and youngberry. Delicious!

“I know a bank where the wild thyme blows,
Where oxlips and the nodding violet grows,
Quite over-canopied with luscious woodbine,
With sweet musk-roses and with eglantine.”

~ A Midsummer Night’s Dream, William Shakespeare


1 pound mushrooms (your choice)

2 tablespoons butter, melted (I use Irish Kerrygold)

1 cup cream

1 tablespoon of fresh thyme (or more depending on your taste)

Salt and pepper

2 tablespoons Parmesan cheese (optional)

Preheat oven to 400 degrees. Clean mushrooms. Place them in a single layer in a baking dish and drizzle the melted butter over them. Bake until soft, about five minutes. Pour cream over mushrooms and heat, but do not boil. Sprinkle with chopped thyme and season with salt and pepper.

If the weather is warm, I’ve often put them in a pan on the stove and cooked them gently.

One of my favorite movies! Enjoy! 

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Medieval Monday ~ Shadows of the Past by Carmen Stefanescu


Please welcome the lovely Carmen Stefanescu to Medieval Monday! I’m featuring her medieval romance, Shadows of the Past.

A beautiful paranormal tale…one where it will be hard to put the book down until you’ve read the last page.



Anne’s relationship with her boyfriend Neil has disintegrated. After a two-year separation, they pack for a week vacation in hopes of reconciling. But fate has other plans for them.

The discovery of a bejeweled cross and ancient human bones opens a door to a new and frightening world–one where the ghost of a medieval nun named Genevieve will not let Anne rest. This new world threatens not only to ruin Anne and Neil’s vacation but to end all hopes of reconciliation as Anne feels compelled to help free Genevieve’s soul from its torment.

Can Anne save her relationship and help Genevieve find her eternal rest?

A touching, compelling story of tragedy, loss and the power of endless love and good magic.

The twists and turns in this paranormal tale keep the reader guessing up to the end and weave themselves together into a quest to rekindle love.


Andrew pulled her to his chest. “Do you regret you’ve come with me?”

Passion smothered Genevieve’s doubt and guilt. “Never,” she answered, aware of her body’s response to his touch, and she succumbed to his embrace.

The moonlight bathed his face in silver light. Andrew lowered her wimple, and his fingers threaded into her curls. She swayed, enveloped by the dizzy sensation of drowning in the tumultuous ocean of his gaze. The tenderness of his touch raised in her the wish they had lived in another time and been simple, ordinary people. She longed to feel the warmth of his lips on hers. How much she’d have liked to live the rest of her life beside him and bear his children. A dream not likely to ever come true for her. Why not let the feeling lurking in the pit of her stomach take over and consume her whole being?

Aware of the track of her thoughts, she shifted uneasily, a hot flush warmed her cheeks. Drawing in a deep breath in spite of herself, calming the gnawing unease in her mind and the thought of Sister Dominica guessing she was the dough of a sinner, Genevieve repeated, “Never.”

With her eyes closed and their bodies touching she became, for the very first time, simply a woman. She melted in his embrace in spite of the invisible vicious threat breathing around them. Aware they might never be alone again, she fought hard to silence the voice of conscience berating her.

“Oh, God. Please forgive me,” Andrew muttered under his breath when he bowed his head to kiss her. Their lips met in a passionate first kiss.

. . . . . . . . .

Far in the forest, the sprightly stream’s clear waters sang their ancient song down the moss-covered banks. Reaching an old, crooked oak tree, bearing the seal of recent lightning damage, the waters trembled, turned muddy and the pale, distorted face of a woman emerged. Her raven black hair floated around her head, the long black tresses writhing and coiling on the waves, like snakes trying to pry free and attack. Her eyes flew open and a hideous grin stretched her lips. She blinked several times and gurgled a hoarse threat to someone known only to her, “You imagine you thwarted my plans even from beyond the grave, but you’re wrong. You shall hear from me. You shall all hear from me! Soon.”

Little by little, the waters of the river became an ugly shade of green, covered the ghastly face, and continued down to the green pastures in the valley while an ominous silence, harbinger of the woman’s spiteful threat, settled over the rugged mountain and its mysterious forest.

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My guest next week on Medieval Monday is Cathy MacRae!

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Quote for the Week of June 14, 2015

Waterfall on the Isle of Skye ~ Mary's trip

Waterfall on the Isle of Skye ~ Mary’s trip


“As the Knight climbed the mountain, he discovered his path blocked by boulders, until the maiden held out her hand through the mists and led him home.”

Excerpt ~ Dragon Knight’s Axe

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Friday Feast ~ Spring Pea Soup

Co. Clare, Ireland ~ Mary's trip

Co. Clare, Ireland ~ Mary’s trip

As I stated last week, the recipes for this month are in honor of my characters from Dragon Knight’s Axe. Alastair and Fiona are for the most part…vegetarians. You’ll find out why this medieval warrior cannot harm the animals in his story. He was a complex man with many layers.

When Fiona entered one particular scene and pulled out a sandwich, I knew she shared the same eating habits as Alastair, too. It was a joy to write these characters. Only two more weeks my friends until the release of Dragon Knight’s Axe!


2 tablespoons unsalted Kerrygold Irish butter

1 medium onion, chopped

2 cups low sodium vegetable broth

2 cups water

1 medium potato, peeled and cut into small chunks

1 pound fresh or frozen petite peas

1 cup half and half

1/2 teaspoon dill weed

Salt and freshly ground pepper

In a large stockpot over medium heat, melt the butter. Stir in onions and cook for 5 minutes, until soft but not brown. Add the water and vegetable broth and bring to a boil. Add the potato, reduce the heat to low, and simmer for 10-12 minutes. Add the peas and simmer for 5-7 minutes, or until tender. Remove from the heat and let cool for 10 minutes.

Working in batches, transfer to a food processor or blender and puree until smooth. (Or you could use an immersion blender and puree in the pot) Return the soup to the pot, whisk in the half-and-half, and simmer until heated through. Season with salt, pepper, and dill.

Serve with your favorite Irish cheddar and croutons.


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Medieval Monday ~ The Gentle Knight by Ashley York


Please welcome my dear friend, Ashley York to Medieval Monday! So happy to have her back on my blog and sharing her wonderful romance, The Gentle Knight.

It’s a tale to capture your heart…





A medieval soldier returns home to find his lover died in childbirth just as his own mother had. Believing he is cursed, Peter of Normandy turns from love. When he must give escort to an Irish princess more noble than many knights, he struggles with his decision to live a solitary life. Can he take the chance that his love won’t be a death sentence and possibly make them stronger?

Padraig MacNaughton’s death bed decree rips his daughter, Brighit, from the shelter of her protective clan in Ireland. Forced to take vows at a Priory in England, she finds herself in the hands of lecherous mercenaries with their own agendas. Dare she trust the Norman knight to see her safely to her new life as a nun? Even when she finds in him the fulfillment of all she’s ever wanted?

Or will honor and duty eclipse their one chance for happiness?


She had dreamed of him! All at once it came to her. He had taken her into his strong arms and held her tight against that hard body. Every muscle pressing into her. Then the touch of his warm lips sliding along her cheek to meet her mouth with a hungry kiss. Brighit had actually felt his lips on hers and that same heat swirled through her now.

She sighed. Yes. It was a very nice dream.

The shock of cold air accompanied with the sound of the curtain being dragged back had her eyes flying open. There in front of her was the man from the lake… the one in her very real dream. In the flash of a second, his eyes changed from wide with shock to a look she’d swear spoke of pleasure.

“And what is this?” He tipped his chin toward her, a knowing smile gracing his pleasing face.

Brighit covered herself. One arm across her breasts and one hand over her private parts. She felt like Eve posing in the Garden of Eden.

The sudden silence stole her breath away. She refused to confirm it but knew all eyes were on her.

“Do you mind?” Ivan’s voice cut through the awkward moment as he stood next to the carriage. He yanked the curtain from the fine-looking man’s hand, dropping it back in place. Brighit was again cocooned in darkness.

“Yours?” The man’s voice was low, resonating through her core. It was as appealing as his body.

She took a steadying breath, trying to calm her nerves enough to cover herself. She couldn’t have done a better job of calling attention to herself if she’d tried.

Just how many men were out there? How many men had seen her without so much as a stitch of clothing? She yanked the chemise down but it refused to cooperate. The sopping material bunched at her hips. She grabbed at her gown, her hands shaking with the rage coursing inside her.

That now familiar sound of fist-against-flesh cut through the silence.

An unfamiliar laugh. His laugh. A slight tremor responded through her insides.

“Mort,” the handsome man called to someone.

The indistinct image of a shorter man with a gaping mouth came to mind. “Yes, my lord?”

“I believe this man was about to take a terrible misstep with his fist. Does it seem to you these men have a certain…lack of knowledge?” he asked.

What arrogance!

Ivan’s angry face came to mind. She shivered. The handsome man did not know who he was dealing with.

“I would say that it does.” The shorter man was closer now.

“Mayhap some learning is required?”

“Do you believe it’s possible, my lord? Are they trainable?”

“They have a naked woman in a carriage while they fight out here over who will get her.”

She gasped, a soundless intake of air. Like a standard being dropped, the men talked at once. Tears threatened and a few leaked down her cheek. She wiped them away. She was only trying to clean herself not be fought over. Who was he to say such cruel things about her?

The morning had started out so promising. They’d had a nice time breaking their fast with very little interaction at all. Cole’s offer of extra water had come as a surprise but not one she wanted to miss.

Sudden silence. Brighit held her breath.

“And what would your name be?”

“I am called Ivan.”

“And this…young lady?”

This was just getting worse and worse. His words fairly dripped derision.

“Brighit.” She answered for herself albeit through a clenched jaw from within the carriage.

“Ireland? You’ve taken her from Ireland?”

Brighit was surprised at his ability to name where she’d come from. She wished she were still there… any place but here. This was infuriating. She could not go out there now. They may have imagined her naked and their occasional lustful glances assured her that they did. But to have them actually see her was beyond embarrassment. Embarrassment only increased by the fact that at least two of them weren’t even known to her.

“That I have.” Ivan’s smug voice drifted to her.


“Please clothe yourself forthwith.”

He must be facing her now for he sounded very close. A warmth tingled up her spine. No! His voice may be low and quiet but there was nothing intimate about this situation. She struggled with the ties up the front of her dress.

“It’s what I’ve been trying to do.” Her irritation came through in her tone of voice. Good!

“And I wonder why you have not been successful thus far.” He had the nerve to sound irritated? “Just do it… and be quick about it.”

Arrogance oozed from the man!

“Yes, my lord.” She clipped her words, struggling with her wimple, and hoped her sarcasm carried through the curtain.

“Hurry up.”

“I am hurrying!” Her thick hair refused to cooperate but she was not about to go out there with so much as a single strand visible.

The man cleared his throat. Brighit would like to take a knife to it. He may be pleasant to look at but his manners lacked even the slightest courtesy.


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My guest next week on Medieval Monday is Carmen Stefanescu! 

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