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Set against the lush, exotic European colonial outposts of the 1920s, New York Times bestselling author Deanna Raybourn delivers the captivating tale of one woman who embarks upon a journey to see the world—and ends up finding intrigue, danger and a love beyond all reason. 

Famed aviatrix Evangeline Starke never expected to see her husband, adventurer Gabriel Starke, ever again. They had been a golden couple, enjoying a whirlwind courtship amid the backdrop of a glittering...

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Set against the lush, exotic European colonial outposts of the 1920s, New York Times bestselling author Deanna Raybourn delivers the captivating tale of one woman who embarks upon a journey to see the world—and ends up finding intrigue, danger and a love beyond all reason. 

Famed aviatrix Evangeline Starke never expected to see her husband, adventurer Gabriel Starke, ever again. They had been a golden couple, enjoying a whirlwind courtship amid the backdrop of a glittering social set in prewar London until his sudden death with the sinking of the Lusitania. Five years later, beginning to embrace life again, Evie embarks upon a flight around the world, collecting fame and admirers along the way. In the midst of her triumphant tour, she is shocked to receive a mysterious—and recent—photograph of Gabriel, which brings her ambitious stunt to a screeching halt. 

With her eccentric aunt Dove in tow, Evie tracks the source of the photo to the ancient City of Jasmine, Damascus. There she discovers that nothing is as it seems. Danger lurks at every turn, and at stake is a priceless relic, an artifact once lost to time and so valuable that criminals will stop at nothing to acquire it—even murder. Leaving the jewelled city behind, Evie sets off across the punishing sands of the desert to unearth the truth of Gabriel's disappearance and retrieve a relic straight from the pages of history. 

Along the way, Evie must come to terms with the deception that parted her from Gabriel and the passion that will change her destiny forever….


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"[Listeners] will quickly find themselves embarking on an unforgettable journey that fans both old and new are sure to savor." —-Library Journal
Library Journal
03/15/2014
Evangeline and Gabriel Starke were married briefly before he was presumed killed in the 1915 German torpedo sinking of the Lusitania. Five years later Evie has transformed into a daring aviatrix who is currently flying around the world her biplane Jolly Roger. Receiving a photograph of a man who looks eerily similar to her late husband but labeled with "Damascus, 1920" disturbs Evie enough for her to arrange a brief Syrian detour. Lurking just below the surface of this beautiful, alien city is enough intrigue to confound the most seasoned spy—a perfect situation for the most daring of explorers like our heroine. VERDICT Raybourn's (A Spear of Summer Grass) first-class storytelling is evident in her latest romantic historical adventure; she peppers her pages with a wide range of original characters, authentic historical details, exotic locations, and a saucy romance that are all neatly tied up into a delightfully satisfying conclusion. Readers will quickly find themselves embarking on an unforgettable journey that fans both old and new are sure to savor.—Stacey Hayman, Rocky River P.L., OH
Kirkus Reviews
2014-02-02
Feisty, famed aviatrix Evangeline Starke finds adventure and love in the deserts of Damascus as she hunts for her husband, presumed dead for the last five years. Since Gabriel Starke wasn't found after the Lusitania sank, Evangeline has struggled to keep him off her mind—after all, he did abandon her in Shanghai after only four months of a passionate, tempestuous marriage (Whisper of Jasmine, 2014). To be fair, she had just asked for a divorce. Since then, to keep the bills paid, she's relied on her skills as a barnstormer, staging a series of privately sponsored flights over the seven seas of antiquity. Accompanying her are her gay friend Wally, heir to the Viscount Walters and a whiz-bang mechanic; her sassy Aunt Dove, an adventuress in her own day; and Dove's spoiled parrot. As the final leg of the gig approaches, however, Evangeline is sent a photograph of Gabriel, who is evidently not dead after all. Impetuously, Evangeline detours to Damascus, intent upon finding Gabriel. Soon she finds herself courted by the dashing Mr. Halliday, an English diplomat, while her thoughts turn frustratingly and inexorably to Gabriel. Did she come to the famed City of Jasmine to give Gabriel a piece of her mind or her heart? Is he really just an adventure-seeking archaeologist? Surprisingly, Gabriel is in disguise and after a priceless artifact hidden at an excavation. Other, unsavory characters are after the artifact as well, sending the Starkes on a grueling journey across the Badiyat ash-Sham, punished by the desert elements and taunted by murderous villains. Raybourn deftly weaves together humor and suspense with sharp, sparking repartee and unexpected plot twists. A little romance, a little mystery, a little exotic travelogue and a lot of screwball comedy add up to a delightful tale.
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Product Details

  • ISBN-13: 9781460327050
  • Publisher: Harlequin
  • Publication date: 2/25/2014
  • Sold by: HARLEQUIN
  • Format: eBook
  • Edition description: Original
  • Pages: 400
  • Sales rank: 83,940
  • File size: 640 KB

Meet the Author

Deanna Raybourn

New York Times bestselling author Deanna Raybourn graduated from the University of Texas at San Antonio with a double major in English and history and an emphasis on Shakespearean studies. She taught high school English for three years in San Antonio before leaving education to pursue a career as a novelist. Deanna makes her home in Virginia, where she lives with her husband and daughter and is hard at work on her next novel.


Biography

If there is one thing that novelist Deanna Raybourn has learned, it is the old adage "write what you read." Before penning her critically hailed debut, a spellbinding historical mystery titled Silent in the Grave, she spent years struggling to perfect the romance novel. Native Texan Raybourn wrote her first romance at the age of 23. Although she did receive some attention from potential publishers, she failed to publish the book. Ultimately, she stored it away in a box in her attic. Over the next several years, that manuscript would be joined by eight more, all written in the same lusty vein. That's when she finally had the revelation that would lead to her first published novel. "I lean more towards mystery and historical fiction in my reading, so I finally decided to write what I read," she explains on her website. "Apparently THAT is the magical formula for success, in case anyone is writing this down." Two years later, she had finished Silent in the Grave and Mira Books ("known in my house as The Finest Publishing Company on The Planet," Raybourn says) picked it up.

Raybourn's sprawling debut novel takes its title from a foreboding quote in the Bible's book of Psalms: "Let the wicked be ashamed and let them be silent in the grave." This is the final threat that London society hound Sir Edmund Grey receives before he unexpectedly falls dead in the middle of a dinner party. While his wife Julia initially believes Edmund's death to be the result of a preexisting heart condition, private agent Nicholas Brisbane informs her that he believes her husband's death to be of a more insidious nature. When Julia solicits Brisbane to find the killer, they are both drawn into a dangerous mystery and drawn to each other.

Silent in the Grave garnered much praise from Raybourn's fellow writers, the online community, and the literary press for its masterfully paced suspense and historical authenticity. Karen Harper, who wrote the bestselling thriller Hurricane, applauded, "This debut novel has one of the most clever endings I've seen." Dana Stabenow of PoisenedPen.com declared that Raybourn has a "strong voice akin to Amelia Peabody's, a superbly realized setting—you'll choke on the coal smoke of Raybourn's Victorian London." Meanwhile, Publishers Weekly called Silent in the Grave a "perfectly executed debut," while Kirkus insisted, "Bring on the sequel"! That demand was promptly met, as Raybourn continues to add to her Lady Julia Grey mystery series.

Good To Know

Although Raybourn says that the ultra-busy schedule of a hot new writer does not allow for much free time, she admits that she regularly allows herself spare moments throughout the day to mourn the loss of her favorite show Will & Grace.

On her web site, Raybourn boasts, "I double-majored in history and English, which means I know how to find Jesus imagery in any book you care to give me, and then I can write a fifty-page paper about it with footnotes."

A few interesting outtakes from our interview with Raybourn:

"I taught English for three years, and my favorite lesson was my Trojan War lecture. It lasted three days. Aside from teaching, I was written up for insubordination at every job I ever had. The first book I remember writing was a diary of Marie Antoinette when I was in third grade."

"I read like a fiend. I knit badly, but I just learned to purl, so I'm hoping things will pick up. I am addicted to podcasts—I currently have 600 loaded onto my iPod that I have yet to listen to. I watch too much television, usually classic movies, the History Channel, or Will & Grace reruns. I adore astrology and am always downloading natal charts. I am a Gemini with Libra rising and a Pisces moon."

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    1. Hometown:
      Williamsburg, Virginia
    1. Date of Birth:
      June 17, 1968
    2. Place of Birth:
      Ft. Worth, Texas
    1. Education:
      B.A. in English and History, University of Texas at San Antonio, 1990
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The desert is a lonely place to begin with. And there's nothing lonelier than being with someone you loved who stopped loving you first. It ended in the desert, the fabled rocky reaches of the Badiyat ash-Sham, with a man I had already buried once. But it began in Rome, as all adventures should, and it started with a scolding.

"Aunt Dove, dearest, I know you do like to make an entrance, but driving the ambassador's car through his wife's rose garden was a bit much, don't you think?"

Aunt Dove grabbed the parcel of letters and cuttings forwarded by the British ambassador's office and began to riffle through them. "Oh, look at the piece the New York newspaper published on our stop in Bulgaria. Wasn't Tsar Boris a lamb to let us land there?"

She bent over my shoulder, causing her turban to slip a little. She poked it back into place with a stiff finger as she handed me the cutting. "Although I must say, I didn't like the way that tsar was leering at you," she said, peering at the photograph. "But I suppose he could have been worse. He has rather a nice moustache, and personally, I would rather take my chances as a Bulgarian tsaritsa than spend another night with those villains in London."

"Aunt, the Ritz is not run by villains."

"They made a terrible to-do about Arthur," she said with a brisk nod to the little green parrot drinking from her teacup. "He didn't mean to make such a mess, but he was startled by an omnibus." She clucked at him and he put out his little brush of a tongue to drink his tea.

Aunt Dove crumbled a tea biscuit for him while I fixed her with a severe look. "And don't change the subject. The ambassador's wife is particularly put out about her roses. She says they're utterly destroyed and the cost to replace them will be seventy pounds."

"Don't fuss, darling. I've already spoken to the ambassador. He's willing to overlook the little matter of the roses if I have dinner with his friend, some American tycoon with money to burn. Apparently the fellow is thinking of sponsoring us. He has a company, something to do with powder-washing powder? Face powder? I forget. In any event, a little charm and a flash of bare ankle ought to do the trick."

I pursed my lips. "Cynicism is an unattractive quality in a woman, Aunt Dove."

"So is starvation," she reminded me mildly.

I sighed and reached for the pile of letters and cuttings. My plan to fly my pretty little Sopwith biplane over seven seas was keeping the wolf from the door, but barely. Reporters adored the story since the headlines practically wrote themselves- Society Aviatrix to Pilot Across the Seven Seas-but newspaper stories didn't pay the bills. Our tiny collection of sponsors had to be constantly reassured-a job I left most often to Aunt Dove. I could smile and simper with the best of them when I had to, but it always left a sour taste in my mouth to do it.

At that moment the door opened and Wally, my mechanic and dearest friend, entered-all five foot eleven inches of perfectly formed English gentleman. He flopped into the nearest chair with a sigh and Aunt Dove poured him a cup of tea.

"I deserve stronger," he told her with a fond smile.

"Wally, how is my baby?" My beloved plane had suffered a few nasty injuries during our landing in Rome, but if anyone could sort her out, it was Wally. He was officially known to London society as the Honourable Vyvyan Walters, eldest son and heir to the Viscount Walters, but he was never happier than when he'd shed his Savile Row suits for a pair of coveralls and a set of spanners.

"The Jolly Roger is in grave condition," he told me, his expression severe. I wasn't entirely surprised.

"But you can save her?" It wasn't just the trip I was thinking of. I might have bought her secondhand as a means of making a living but through the journey she'd become something more-rather like an exotic pet that required frequent repairs and devastatingly expensive upkeep.

"I can, but I don't really see why I should bother if you're going to be so cavalier with her. I've told you before, she's delicate."

I blew him a kiss. "I'm a brute and you are an absolute prince, Wally." I threw him a parcel of letters. "The post was waiting for us. If I'm not mistaken, there's something from your father."

He groaned. "Doubtless the usual refrain." He pitched his voice low in a perfect imitation of his father's plummy public-school tones. "'Why don't you settle down? Get on with it already, boy. The title needs an heir. I'd even approve you marrying that Starke woman if it got me a grandson.'"

Aunt Dove shook her head, setting her turban to wobbling. "The older generation can be so unforgiving of the young." Wally and I exchanged amused glances. Aunt Dove was at least twenty years senior to Wally's father.

We spent a pleasant half an hour reading letters and passing around cuttings from assorted newspapers. I perused the last with familiar irritation. "My God, they don't even try to be original. It's always precisely the same thing-'Explorer and aviatrix Evangeline Merryweather Starke is engaged in an heroic attempt to fly her biplane, the Sopwith 1 1/2 Strutter called the Jolly Roger, across the seven seas of antiquity. Mrs. Starke travels with her aunt, the legendary Victorian traveller Lady Lavinia Finch-Pomeroy, last surviving daughter of the 7th Earl of Sheridan, her mechanic, the Honourable Vyvyan Walters, and Lady Lavinia's pet parrot, Arthur Wellesley. Mrs. Starke's late husband was Gabriel Starke, explorer, mountaineer and archaeologist of note, tragically lost in the Lusitania disaster.'" To my disgust, beside the photograph of Aunt Dove and me in our slim leather aviatrix suits was a picture of Gabriel taken just before our marriage. I tossed the clipping to Aunt Dove for her inspection.

"Hmph," she grunted, looking at Gabriel's photograph. "I always said he was far too handsome for his own good. It isn't helpful to a man's character to have a face like that."

She wasn't wrong. If he'd been a sculpture, Gabriel Starke would have been a masterpiece, created by a genius in a leisurely and generous mood. Each of his features had been beautifully moulded with an extra stroke of grace from a master's hand. From the most startling blue eyes I had ever seen to a chin marked by a decisive cleft, he was unspeakably gorgeous. It was irritating beyond measure.

Aunt Dove sighed. "I always thought he looked like a seraphim, you know, one of those noble warrior angels, all fire and muscle and unearthly beauty."

I pulled a face. "If Gabriel Starke was an angel, I assure you he was a fallen one."

She peered closely at the article and looked up, blinking.

"Ought they to call you a widow, dear? After all, when Gabriel died you were in the process of divorcing him." She passed the clipping back and I looked down at the image of the man I had married in haste. The photographer must have annoyed him. He was wearing an expression I knew quite well. The sleepy drop of the eyelids meant he was immensely bored, but the upward quirk of the well-shaped lips meant he intended to make his own fun, most likely at someone else's expense.

"He died before it could be finalised," I reminded her, a trifle waspishly.

Aunt Dove went on. "Shame they never gave him a nice little honour after he died. A tidy KBE on his gravestone and you might have been Lady Starke."

I ignored her as I crumpled the clipping into my fist. "I ought to have gone back to my maiden name. If I travelled under 'Merryweather' all of this Starke business would be forgotten."

Wally snorted and crumbled up another biscuit for Arthur.

"Oh, don't, Wally," Aunt Dove ordered. "He's getting fat as a tick as it is."

Wally moved to take the plate away, but Arthur dropped his beak smartly and nipped him just hard enough to draw blood.

"Feathery bastard," Wally muttered, sucking his finger.

"Damn the kaiser," Arthur said, bobbing his head in satisfaction. He applied himself to his biscuit and Aunt Dove threw up her hands.

"Very well, but don't complain to me if you get indigestion," she warned him. She shook her head. "It never does to argue with parrots. They might speak, but they simply never listen."

She glanced at the clock and rose, gathering up her letters. "Lord, look at the time and I'm dining with a Savoyard prince tonight. I think I might have been engaged to him once."

"You think?" Wally asked, his eyes popping.

Aunt Dove smiled sweetly. "Eighteen seventy-eight is a bit of a blur, dear boy. That's the year I discovered absinthe. Now, you children have a lovely evening and don't wait up. Come along, Arthur." He flapped to her shoulder and then up to the top of her turban, narrowly avoiding the enormous paste emerald brooch she had used to pin the thing in place.

They left in a cloud of feathers and musk perfume, and Wally turned to me. "Is it very wrong that I want to grow up to be your Aunt Dove?"

"In that case, growing up has nothing to do with it," I said, flipping through my letters. "She still thinks she's twenty, exploring the world as a Victorian adventuress. It's never occurred to her that time has marched on. Heavens, here's something from the fuel company."

"What do they want?"

"I daren't open it. The last bill was just too ghastly. I'll look at it tomorrow and maybe I'll be lucky enough to lose it before then." I tossed aside the bills and read out the most salacious snippets of news from home to Wally.

He stretched out his long legs and laced his hands behind his head, offering an occasional comment on the gossip. "I cannot believe Delilah Drummond has remarried so soon after throwing over poor old Quentin. The sheets weren't even cold before she said 'I do' to that Russian princeling-" He broke off. "Evie? What is it?"

I stared at the photograph that had just fallen from the pile of cuttings. My hand felt cold, colder than any living hand ought to feel.

"Evie? You look as if you've seen a ghost," Wally said. "That depends," I said in a small, hollow voice. "Do ghosts photograph?"

I did not faint, but I must have been green enough to frighten Wally into shoving my head between my knees until I was breathing normally again. He held me there for at least a quarter of an hour, his hand firm on the back of my neck.

"I'm fine," I said to my knees, my voice sounding marginally stronger. I tried again. "I am fine, really."

"I don't believe you," he said, narrowing his eyes at me. "How many fingers am I holding up?"

"I will hold up a very particular one if you don't let me sit up," I warned him. He sprang back and I eased myself to a sitting position. "You must be worried," I told him. "You didn't even scold me for saying something unladylike."

"I don't think I've ever seen a face go that colour," he replied. "You were positively green."

"What colour am I now?"

He screwed up his eyes. "A sort of yellowish parchment-white. Not very becoming, if I'm honest. Now, what's this about ghosts?"

I handed over the snapshot. Wally stared at it, his mouth agape, and after a long moment passed it back. "Where did it come from?"

I shrugged. "There was no envelope. It was simply stuck in with a bunch of letters and cuttings."

"It means nothing," he said firmly. "It must have been taken on one of his expeditions before the war. You said Gabriel was always haring off to parts unknown before you married him."

"Turn it over," I instructed.

He furrowed his brow as he read the inscription on the back aloud. "'Damascus, 1920.' Why the devil would Gabriel be in Damascus?"

I swallowed hard. "I think the better question is why would Gabriel be in Damascus five years after he died?"

Wally rose and went to the drinks tray. A moment later he handed me a whisky and poured another for himself. "Forget the tea. Strong drink is the only solution."

I obeyed and took a deep swallow, grateful for the burn of it.

"What would he be doing in Damascus?" Wally repeated. "Did he have any connection with that part of the world?"

I nodded. "He was born there. His father was rather high up in the army, posted to the consulate in Damascus when Gabriel was born. And then Gabriel went back to do a brief season of digging there when he was at school studying archaeology." I paused. "I'm not wrong. It is Gabriel." It was a statement, but he understood what I was asking.

"It certainly looks like the photographs I've seen of him. Perhaps someone put on that inscription for a bit of a joke-a cruel one," he added. "But people can be spiteful and Gabriel did make rather a lot of enemies in his time. A man cannot be that handsome and successful and still be universally liked. Mark my words, it's a vicious prank and nothing more."

I peered at the photograph more closely. "I don't think so. Look at the corners of the eyes very closely. There are lines there he didn't have. And there's something about his jaw even under that disgusting beard. It's firmer, it's-" I scrutinised the jaw through a thicket of untidy hair. "It's resolute…" I said, hesitating. "I've always wondered, you know."

"Wondered?"

"Whether he was actually on the Lusitania. I know it sounds mad to even suggest it. He was on the passenger list. People saw him on the ship once they'd put to sea. And they never recovered a body, so of course, I believed it when they said he'd been lost. At least I think I believed it."

"But, darling, why wouldn't he have been on the ship?"

"I don't know. I just keep thinking of him the last time I saw him, when he left me on that steamer in Shanghai. The whole expedition to China had been such a disaster, I kept telling myself it had to get better but it never did." I faltered. Wally knew the whole story. He'd been treated to it once during a maudlin night with too much gin and too little sleep. I told him everything-how Gabriel and I had met at a New Year's Eve party thrown by my friend Delilah, how we had eloped that very night. I described the romantic dash up to Scotland and the hasty wedding. It was our very own fairy tale.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted March 21, 2014

    As someone who adores the Lady Julia series and thoroughly enj

    As someone who adores the Lady Julia series and thoroughly enjoyed A Spear of Summer Grass, I looked forward to reading this book so much and it pains me to only give it 2 stars. For my part, I thought the plot was too loaded down with history and preachy in the delivery. I didn't think there was enough action, but when it was there I enjoyed it very much. My biggest problem with this book, though, was with Evie and Gabriel. I read the prequel, Whisper of Jasmine, and I really liked them in that story. In City of Jasmine I felt like a switcheroo took place. The lovely Evie and Gabriel of WoJ resembled nothing of the constantly fighting couple of CoJ. I thought Evie's "independence" read more like a petulant child asserting an "I'm the boss" attitude and I found Gabriel's "masculinity" patronizing and abusive. I got very tired of reading snarky fight after snarky fight between these two. I have a few other reasons for rating this only 2 stars but they are minor compared with the messed up relationship of Evie and Gabriel. I really wanted to like this but it just didn't happen for me.

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    I've read books written by Deanna Raybourn before.  She's never

    I've read books written by Deanna Raybourn before.  She's never failed to impress me.  Her books have always been very well written, researched, and very entertaining.  I was excited when I read the synopsis for this book because I knew it was going to be a great read, and I wasn't disappointed.




    Evie is one heck of a woman and so is her Aunt Dove.  They are two women who are intrepid, bold, and independent.  I admired them for their adventures, especially in a time when being a woman wasn't a favorable thing.  I loved how determined Evie was to get to the bottom of things.  




    I was taken on this amazing journey with Evie as she looked for answers.  Was Gabriel alive or not?  Aunt Dove was a hoot.  She often had me in stitches.  There were many times when I was taken aback by the events in the book.  There were so many different developments and all of them took me by surprise.  I wasn't able to guess a single plot twist, which I loved.




    Deanna Raybourn has written another great work. I can't wait to see what she writes next. This thriller was amazing and gripping.  I think it's perfect for reading on the beach or on vacation.  I wasn't able to put this book down and I don't think you will be able to either.  

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    ¿Be the rainbow in the storms of Life. The evening beam that smi

    “Be the rainbow in the storms of Life. The evening beam that smiles the clouds away and tints tomorrow with prophetic ray.” Byron.  This story encompasses so many wonderful and not a few disheartening characters. Her dead husband, her adventurous aunt, her good friend, a desert sheikh and his women and the enemy (you don’t always know who). The character is unique and has had to become strong.  The issue is that her thinking (about things and people) at times lead her down the wrong path. Things aren’t always what she thinks they are even though the evidence the the contrary is strong. Ms. Raybourn wound the ending around and around so that it wasn’t tied up quickly, albeit it was tied up neatly. The strong and unique characters, and the unusual setting, made this a page turner

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  • Posted April 27, 2014

    Deanna Raybourn write great women characters. They are interest

    Deanna Raybourn write great women characters. They are interesting, tough, vulnerable, independent, outrageous, and more.
    The main character goes through quite an adventure here. Not just in the physical travails of it all, but in the psychological ones as she tries to come to terms with who she is and who her husband is or was.
    I totally agree with one of the other reviews that asked for a memoir by Aunt Dove. That would be a memorable book...or two!

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  • Anonymous

    Posted March 24, 2014

    I really enjoyed this new book. I've read all of her others and

    I really enjoyed this new book. I've read all of her others and while I adore the Julia Grey series, I love it when authors venture off to try something new. This, as well as her others, is a joy to read.

    The cast of characters is huge, but they keep you guessing through the end. It's a wild jaunt that takes you through the desert, history and a love story that withstands all. I really enjoyed it.

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