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Peter Warlock is a magician with a dark secret. Every night, he amazes audiences at his private theater in New York, where he performs feats that boggle the imagination. But his day job is just a cover for his otherworldly pursuits: Peter is a member of an underground group of psychics who gaze into the future to help prevent crimes.

No one, not even his live-in girlfriend, knows the truth about Peter—until the séance when he foresees an unspeakable act of violence that will ...

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Overview

Peter Warlock is a magician with a dark secret. Every night, he amazes audiences at his private theater in New York, where he performs feats that boggle the imagination. But his day job is just a cover for his otherworldly pursuits: Peter is a member of an underground group of psychics who gaze into the future to help prevent crimes.

No one, not even his live-in girlfriend, knows the truth about Peter—until the séance when he foresees an unspeakable act of violence that will devastate the city. As Peter and his friends rush to prevent tragedy, Peter discovers that a shadowy cult of evil psychics, the Order of Astrum, know all about his abilities. They are hunting him and his fellow psychics down, one by one, determined to silence them forever.

Dark Magic is a genre-bending supernatural thriller from national bestselling novelist and real-life magician James Swain.

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Publishers Weekly
Banal prose and a routine plot undermine this occult thriller from Swain (Midnight Rambler and three other Jack Carpenter crime novels). Behind Peter Warlock’s public face as a talented stage magician lurks the reality of a powerful psychic concealing his true powers from a world that would only exploit him. When Warlock, who can glimpse the future, foresees a mass murder of biblical proportions, he must choose between the risk of official attention if he acts and the certainly of a calamitous loss of life if he does not. Complicating matters is the identity of the killer—a deadly assassin dispatched to America by the malevolent Order of Astrum to kill Warlock and his circle of adepts. Warlock never rises above the cliché of a character in possession of powers that make him dangerously valuable to those who could control him, and his antagonists never manage to become more than mustache-twirling cardboard cutouts. Agent: Robin Rue, Writers House. (May)
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“Swain has taken Batman's tortured backstory and blended it with the genealogical paranormal heritage of Deborah Harkness's A Discovery of Witches to create a breathtaking dark fantasy with an intriguing story that will attract both urban fantasy and supernatural thriller fans.”—Library Journal

Dark Magic smartly folds the spirit world and elements of the occult into sophisticated hacking and modern crime-fighting to create compulsively readable, genre-spanning suspense fiction.”—Booklist

Dark Magic is a thriller that really thrills. Swain has written a story filled with compelling characters and an amazing plotline. This book grabs you by the throat, and doesn’t let go.”

—Michael Connelly, New York Times bestselling author of The Fifth Witness

“A darkly brilliant story of magic and witchcraft that asks the reader to believe the unbelievable. I chose to believe, and could not put the book down. Curl up in your favorite chair and prepare yourself to be fully enthralled.”
—David Copperfield on Dark Magic

“Magicians, demons and witches…oh my!  James Swain’s Dark Magic twists and turns in a breathless rush that keeps the reader guessing from the first magic act to the final curtain call. A definite page turner!” 

—Lisa Jackson, New York Times bestselling author of Born to Die


"Jim Swain's books are must-reads for me. He writes non-stop nail-biters that are impossible to put down. His characters are unique, and practically leap off the page. Try him, and you'll find out what I mean."
—Lee Child, New York Times bestselling author of The Affair

Dark Magic is entertainment magic, a thrilling and wildly creative ride that surprised me every step of the way.”

—Tess Gerritsen, New York Times bestselling author of The Silent Girl

 

 

Kirkus Reviews
An adequate thriller set in a world that includes demons, witches, warlocks and New Yorkers. Peter Warlock is not only a professional magician but a real warlock. One day, he foresees catastrophe in Manhattan's Times Square: People will suddenly drop dead in large numbers, but his vision cannot explain why. As with any good fictional disaster, it's going to happen soon, so he has a tight deadline. But exactly what will happen, and who will do it? Police are skeptical of Peter's warning, because they are ordinary humans. So he and his friends try hard to pinpoint the threat, and they manage to enlist key support from a cop. Meanwhile, a man ominously named Wolfe gives them a devil of a time. Peter's character is well developed, with a dark side that balances his fundamental decency and loyalty to his friends. Other characters have less dimension, with Wolfe simply being a bad dude employed by the evil Order of Astrum. A second villain has a motivation to kill that just makes no sense. But accept the premise that ghosts and other spirits exist, and you'll find a decent read. An ably told tale that will keep you entertained during a long plane ride or a few idle hours. But like some of Peter's friends who lose their memories, you may not long recall having read this book.
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Product Details

  • ISBN-13: 9780765329943
  • Publisher: Tom Doherty Associates
  • Publication date: 5/22/2012
  • Edition description: First Edition
  • Edition number: 1
  • Pages: 352
  • Product dimensions: 6.54 (w) x 9.34 (h) x 1.15 (d)

Meet the Author

James Swain

James Swain is the national bestselling author of fourteen mystery novels. His novels have been translated into French, Japanese, Russian, German, Bulgarian, Croatian, and chosen as Mysteries of the Year by Publishers Weekly and Kirkus Reviews. Swain has received three Barry Award nominations, a Florida Book Award for fiction, and the prestigious Prix Calibre .38 for Best American Crime Writing. An avid magician, he has written and lectured extensively on the subject.

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Visiting the spirit world was never easy. The other side was a shifting landscape of light and dark, where time moved forward and backward, and often stood still. It was here that fierce battles between the forces of good and evil were constantly being waged, with the earth’s outcome weighing in the balance. A visitor could get hurt, if he was not careful.
Peter Warlock knew the risks. He’d visited the spirit world many times, and always returned unharmed. He was at home there, as much as any person could be.
Striking a match, he lit the three white candles sitting on the dining room table in Milly Adams’ apartment. The wicks sparked to life, and he gazed into the faces of the six other psychics sitting around the table. As leader of the Friday night psychics, it was his job to make contact with the spirit world. Clasping the hands of the two women sitting beside him, he shut his eyes, and began to recite the words that allowed him to communicate with the dead.
“In darkness, I see light: in daylight, I see night.
Shadows as bright as sunshine, the blind able to see.
This is the world we wish to enter.
We ask the eternal question, yet no one seems to know.
Who is the master of Creation?
Who can explain, or from the future tear the mask?
Yet still we dream, and still we ask.
What lies beyond the silent night, we cannot say.”
His world changed. He found himself standing on the sidewalk in an unknown city. Swirling images bounced around him like a kaleidoscope, with scenes flashing by at warp speed. Men, women, and children staggered past, all of whom were dying before his very eyes. The images were torturous, and he twisted uncomfortably in his chair.
“What do you see?” Milly asked, squeezing his hand.
Peter tried to focus. He had a job to do, no matter how painful it might be.
“I’m standing on a street corner in a major metropolitan city. Something terrible has just occurred, and scores of people are dying on the sidewalk and in the street.”
“How are they dying?” Milly asked.
“They’re gasping for breath and going into convulsions. Then they just stop breathing.”
“Is it some type of attack?”
“I’m not sure. I don’t see any guns or bombs going off or anything like that.”
“Which city are you in?”
“I can’t tell. There are too many shadows to make out the street names.”
“Present day?”
“I think so. I see a movie poster on a building for a remake of The Untouchables.
“That comes out next week,” Holly Adams whispered, squeezing his other hand.
“Look hard, Peter,” Milly said. “You have to find out where this attack is taking place.”
Still in his trance, Peter stepped off the curb to search for a familiar landmark. A city bus screamed past, the driver slumped at the wheel. It careened off several parked cars before plowing into a storefront and toppling over. He was just a visitor to this world, and there was nothing he could do to help the driver or the passengers inside.
Peter scanned the street. A large skyscraper with an imposing spire on its roof caught his eye. He’d seen the silver ball drop from that spire on New Year’s countless times.
“Oh, no,” he whispered. “It’s here in New York.”
Milly gasped. “Are you sure?”
“Yes. Wait. Everything’s coming into focus now. It’s nighttime in Times Square. The theaters have let out, and the streets are jammed with people. Something awful is happening to them, and they’re grabbing their heads and screaming and dropping to the ground. Cars and buses are crashing into each other as well, their drivers dead. It’s total chaos.”
The rest of the table exchanged worried looks. To Peter’s left sat Milly’s niece Holly, an aspiring witch attending Columbia University; to her left, Reggie Brown, who used his psychic powers to pick winning horses at the racetracks and beat the casinos, and who was the largest donor to good works in the city. To Reggie’s left sat Lester Rowe, a Scottish-born psychic who lived on the Lower East Side and only traveled uptown to attend Milly’s gatherings. To his left, Max Romeo, a world-famous magician, now retired. Beside Max sat Madame Marie, an elderly Gypsy who read Tarot cards out of a dusty storefront in Greenwich Village. Rounding out the circle was Milly, the grande dame of psychics in New York, who could trace her bloodline directly back to the witches of Salem, Massachusetts.
“Ask him, Max,” Madame Marie whispered.
Max nodded. He knew Peter the best, having taken the boy under his wing after his parents had died, and turned him into one of the world’s foremost magicians.
“When, Peter? When will this happen?” Max asked.
“I can’t tell,” Peter replied.
“Look around, see if you can spot something that will tell you the day.”
“The shadows are back. It’s all out of focus.”
Max slapped his hand forcefully onto the table. He did not tolerate anything but perfection from his student. “Look harder, Peter. There has to be something there.”
“I’m trying.”
“Try harder,” Max implored.
Peter spun around, seeing nothing that would tell him the day of the week. His ability to look into the future was as much a curse as it was a gift, and he nearly shouted in frustration.
“It’s not working.”
“Try the news tickers on the office buildings,” Holly suggested. “They usually have stories running across them. That should tell you.”
“An excellent idea,” Max said. “Concentrate on the buildings.”
Times Square had become a dead zone, and Peter tried to block out the carnage, and determine the exact day he was seeing in the future. Taking Holly’s suggestion, he studied the office buildings, and spotted the digital news ticker that ran across the front of the ABC News building that included an ESPN ticker for sports. The score for a Yankees game against the division rival Rays caught his eye. He was an ardent baseball fan, and knew that the game was to be played on Tuesday afternoon at the stadium in the Bronx.
“It will happen in four days,” he announced.
“Are you sure?” Max asked.
“Yes, Max. I’m looking at the score to a baseball game that hasn’t been played yet.”
“Well, at least we have some time,” Milly said, sounding relieved.
Peter began to fade. Entering the spirit world was exhausting, and took all of his strength. He started to pull out of his trance, then stiffened.
“What’s wrong?” Holly asked.
In the median of Times Square stood a menacing figure dressed in black. His hair was shorn to within an inch of his scalp, his face chiseled. He was unaffected by the scores of dying people, and looked like the Grim Reaper.
Peter had run out of gas. Pitching forward, his forehead hit the table with a bang.
“Oh my God, Peter!” Holly exclaimed. “Are you all right?”
Peter waited for his mind to clear. Lifting his head, he looked into Holly’s sweet face.
“I’ll live,” he replied.
“You scared me.”
“I think we’re done,” Milly declared. “Good job, Peter.”
“Yes, Peter, that was a splendid effort,” Lester said.
Everyone rose and patted him on the back. Each week, they gathered in Milly’s apartment and conducted a séance to see what evil was coming in the days ahead. In that regard, they had succeeded. Only, as Peter knew, the hard part was now to come.
*   *   *
They retired to the living room, and took their usual spots. Peter abandoned the comfy leather chair he usually sat in, and stood at the window, gazing at the blazing lights of Times Square thirty blocks away. In four days, it would be turned into a living hell, and he wrestled with how to deal with it. It was Milly who broke the silence.
“Tell us what you’re thinking,” she said.
Peter turned from the window. “We need to act quickly. The usual method of contacting the authorities isn’t going to work. We must get their attention right away.”
“He’s right,” Reggie said, chewing on his pipe. “We can’t send them a letter, and expect they’ll open it in time. Something else has to be done.”
“I agree,” Milly said. “Any suggestions?”
“We could bombard them with anonymous e-mails,” Holly offered.
“Anonymous e-mails can be mistaken as spam, and never seen,” Reggie reminded her.
“You’re right. Sorry.”
“How about a good old-fashioned phone call?” Lester suggested. “We can buy one of those devices that alter a person’s voice, in case the call is taped.”
“Phone calls can be traced,” Milly reminded him.
“Even cell phones?” Lester asked.
“Naturally.”
“How about running a banner behind a plane? Those usually get people’s attention.”
Lester had a knack for finding humor in just about any situation. This time, no one laughed, and the living room fell deathly quiet. Down below, a police cruiser passed the apartment building, its mournful siren punctuating the still night air.
“There’s no getting around it,” Peter said. “We need to make direct contact with the authorities. Since I’m the one who saw the attack, I should do it.”
“You can’t go to the authorities,” Milly said. “Look at what happened to poor Nemo.”
Peter knew perfectly well what had happened to Nemo. Once the government had discovered that Nemo was psychic, they’d stuck him on an estate in Virginia, where his handlers put him through vigorous interrogation sessions in an effort to find out what the government’s enemies were plotting. It was a wretched existence, and Peter hoped it never happened to him, but that still didn’t change the situation.
“I still have to do it,” Peter said.
“But why risk direct contact?” Milly asked. “Isn’t there some other way to tell them?”
“How do I pass along information that I don’t understand? I saw people dying in Times Square, but there was no blood, or gunfire, or explosions. Did some kind of bomb go off? Or was it something else? The authorities are experts at figuring out puzzles like this. I have to tell them what I saw. It’s the only way to prevent a catastrophe from happening.”
Milly sprang off the couch and crossed the room to where he stood. She grabbed his forearm and gave it a healthy pinch, just like she had when he was a little boy.
“They will never let you go, Peter. Once you start talking, they’ll realize you’re not normal, and then it will be over for you. Is that what you want? Never to see any of us again? And what about your career? Are you willing to toss that away as well?”
Peter said nothing. An uneasy silence fell over the group. Madame Marie cleared her throat. Everyone shifted their attention to hear what the old Gypsy had to say.
“I know you like my own son,” Madame Marie said. “You are a headstrong young man, and prone to making rash decisions. Think about this before you act. You have four days in which to make a decision. Use them wisely.”
“Yes, Peter, do think about it,” Max added. “There’s a lot at stake here.”
“A good night’s sleep will do the trick,” Lester joined in.
“That and a hot toddy always worked for me,” Reggie added.
They were the closest thing to a family that Peter had, and he would weigh their words carefully. Tomorrow was Saturday, and he had a matinee in the afternoon, and another show at night. He bid them goodnight, and Milly walked him to the door.
“Please let me know what you decide to do,” she said.
“I will, Milly. Thank you for your advice.”
“Like you ever listened to me.”
“I’ve always listened to you.”
“But have you ever obeyed?”
Hardly, he thought. He kissed her on the cheek. “Goodnight.”
“Be safe, Peter,” she said.
“And you as well,” he replied.
*   *   *
His limo was idling at the curb, waiting to take him home. He spent a moment trying to clear his head. A little voice was telling him to go to the police, and tell them what he’d seen. It was the right thing to do, only it would lead to questions that he wasn’t prepared to answer. His friends were right. He needed to sleep on it, and come up with a better plan of attack.
A chill swept through his body. He looked up and down Central Park West, sensing another presence. Was Nemo trying to contact him? His friend could do that, and without thinking, he stepped off the curb. In the clouds was a translucent face that looked like Nemo’s.
“Peter, watch out!”
A city bus was hurtling toward him. He jumped back onto the curb, then gazed into the sky. Nemo was gone. Holly stood behind him, her teeth chattering from the cold. He draped his leather jacket over her shoulders.
“What were you doing?” she asked.
“A little star-gazing. What’s the mood upstairs?”
“Not good. They’re afraid you’ll do something rash.”
“Me? Perish the thought.”
“You need to be careful. No one wants you to disappear. Especially me.”
A single tear ran down her cheek. Growing up, he’d babysat for Holly, and shown her magic tricks to keep her entertained. She was the little sister he’d never had, and one of the few people he ever confided in. He hated to see her so upset.
“I’ll be careful,” he promised.
“You’re not crossing your toes, are you?”
“Toes and fingers are uncrossed.”
“I worry about you. Were the things you saw really that bad?”
“I’ve never seen anything like it.”
“Could it have been terrorists?”
“I don’t know. That’s why I have to contact the authorities.”
“You know best.” She slipped out of his jacket and kissed his cheek. “’Night, Peter.”
“Goodnight.”
He watched her go back inside, and climbed into the limo. Herbie, his African-American driver, put down his newspaper and glanced into his mirror.
“You look wiped out, boss. Ready to call it a night?”
“Yeah, Herbie. Let’s beat it.”
Peter poured himself a Scotch from the limo bar. He didn’t drink often, and when he did, there was a reason. The drink burned going down, and cleared his head.
“Do you have something to write on?”
“Pen or pencil?”
“Pencil, please.”
Herbie passed him a yellow pad and a pencil. “Which way home?”
“Through the park. It’s usually quiet this time of night.”
Herbie entered Central Park through the 72nd Street entrance. The park was empty, save for a die-hard jogger and a man walking his dog. Switching on the reading light, Peter stared at the blank pad. The key to stopping the catastrophe in Times Square would be finding the man he’d seen standing in the median. If he could get a drawing to the police, they could track the man down, and avert the disaster. He wouldn’t have to talk to them—just get the drawing in their hands, and call the man a threat. It sounded like a plan, and he began to sketch.
He was a passable artist, and the man’s face slowly took shape. Square chin, a scar on his left cheek, another beneath the hairline on his forehead. Flat nose, possibly broken a few times. Soulless eyes. Whoever he was, he’d lived a harsh life.
Peter appraised his work. It was a decent likeness, only something was missing. He added a scowl to the man’s face. That did the trick. He’d captured the thing about the man that was so unnerving. He could watch innocent people die without caring.
They’d reached the 72nd Street exit on the east side of the park. Herbie got onto Fifth Avenue, and headed south to 62nd Street, where he hung a left. They pulled up in front of a nondescript brownstone on a street of quiet elegance.
“So what are you drawing?” his driver asked.
Peter passed the sketch through the partition. Limo drivers saw hundreds of faces every single day. Maybe Herbie could help.
“Ever see him before?” Peter asked.
Herbie had a look. He shook his head, and passed the pad back.
“If I gave you copy of this sketch tomorrow, could you e-mail it to other drivers you know, and tell them to be on the lookout for this guy?”
“Sure,” Herbie said.
“Good. I’ll see you in the morning.”
Peter climbed out of the limo. The driver’s window came down, and Herbie stuck his head out. “If you don’t mind my asking, who is that guy, anyway?”
The pad was clutched in Peter’s hand, the face staring up at him. The harsh streetlight accentuated the man’s utter callousness, and Peter could not help but shudder.
“He’s the Devil, Herbie, and we need to find him.”
“Got it, boss. See you in the A.M.”
Peter climbed the steps to his brownstone. The downstairs lights were burning brightly. Liza had stayed up. A warm drink was waiting, and something good to eat. She was wonderful that way, and made him happy in ways that no one had ever managed to before.
He hurried inside.

 
Copyright © 2012 by James Swain

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  • Posted November 27, 2012

    Reading this book was kind of like being on a roller coaster rid

    Reading this book was kind of like being on a roller coaster ride. It had its ups and it had its downs. There were times when I got bored with the book and just had to stop reading, and then there were times when I couldn't tear my eyes away from my Kindle.


    I can't say I connected with any of the characters on an emotional level, and a few of them were quite forgettable, but this didn't stop me from enjoying the story. Peter Warlock's world is filled with secrets, some he hasn't even discovered yet. What I really loved about the MC is how complex he is. He is neither good nor bad, and he constantly struggles to control the darkness within himself. Normally the hero of the story is clean-cut and at times one dimensional, but Peter Warlock, on his own, was a thrilling mystery throughout the novel. We see him go from being a man with psychic abilities, to someone with a deeply rooted, dark attachment to the greatest evil.


    Peter's life is pretty routine. Until one fateful night he foresees a devastating attack that will end hundreds of thousands of lives. His vision also shows him a stranger, whom he believes is the person behind the attack. Peter, and his group of psychic friends only have three days to unravel the mystery of the attack, so when the stranger from his vision walks into his life the very next day and tries to kill him, Peter is even more determined to stop his vision from becoming reality. This is where the plot really begins to thicken. Mr. Swain has a brilliant way of leading his reader down one path, only to steer them in a totally different direction, which leads to even more questions. The constant twists and turns were fantastic, and built the suspense to an entire new level.

    Although the story centers around the mystery of the attack and who is behind it, there are many smaller mysteries woven into the plot.


    This book is filled to the brim with suspense, and I would recommend it to anyone who enjoys a thrilling mystery, with a dark supernatural twist.

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  • Posted July 26, 2012

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    Worth Reading

    This book was good. It had most of the elements that make up a paranormal story. It did, however, lack depth to the story on how the characters came to be, except whatever parental history each one had. I think I would have loved this book more if the emotions of the characters were presented as scratching way below the surface. I didn't quite feel the emotion each one felt but just took the writer's word for it since that is what the story says. I don't want to be convinced because that is what is written, but to be convinced of the moment in the book without realizing it. Either way, it still kept me entertained for the day.

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  • Posted May 21, 2012

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    suspenseful and entertaining

    Dark Magic, an urban fantasy by bestselling author James Swain delves into the world of secret psychic societies, witches, demons and Satan himself. While not without flaws, Swain’s tale was captivating as his protagonist and a team of psychics race to save New York City from a deadly attack. I easily consumed this enjoyable read in a few evenings. Protagonist Peter Warlock is a talented and successful magician with a loving girlfriend but he has secrets. Peter is able to communicate with spirits. He is a member of a secret society that performs séances to contact the spirit world. Here they receive visions of things yet to come. They secretly feed this information to the FBI and police. Recently, the CIA discovered one of their members and they are holding him at an undisclosed location in Virginia. All of the members are leery of being discovered and meeting the same fate. It’s Friday night and Peter has a vision; he sees a man in the middle of the city, people are dying all around him and the scene is horrific. Together the team pieces together clues from the vision. They soon realize the attack will occur on Tuesday. Peter wants to go to the police, but the rest of the team are fearful of being discovered. As their undeclared leader it is up to Peter to determine what to do. The tale that unfolds is filled with suspense and murder as Peter and the others work together to stop the attack. An assassin is sent by the Order of Astrum to stop them from preventing the attack. Peter will soon discover he can do more than talk to spirits. Swain introduces us to some interesting characters. Peter is complex, can speak to ghosts and has a dark side that people fear. He struggles with events from his past and hasn’t shared his abilities with anyone including his live in lover Liza. Liza seemed very self-centered and at times I wanted to wring her neck. Peter struggles with containing his rage as new abilities emerge and he questions whether he is evil. He learns things about his parents and begins searching for more answers. Holly is a witch, who is babied by the group and resents it. She is in love with Peter and pushes back when he annoys her. Her skills come in handy as the novel progresses. Milly and Max raised Peter and harbor secrets about his past. Wolfe is the assassin hired by the Order and ruthlessly performs the task. Other characters added to the suspense. The characters were not as fleshed out as I would have liked. The focus was given to the events in this plot driven novel. The world-building was suspenseful and I loved the idea of the psychic séances and the evil Order of Astrum. I found the history of Peter’s abilities fascinating. Swain takes great liberty when referencing witches and warlocks. In his world they believe in Satan. This surprised me, as most writers add their own twists, but usually sticks with facts; to add an air of authenticity to their work. The flawed descriptions of FBI, and police procedure made me pause, but again it was a minor blip and I was able to continue. As pure fiction it was entertaining, and reminded me of some famous conspiracy novels. The beginning of the novel drew me in, the middle filled in details and the ending was engaging as we worked to stop the tragedy. I want to thank Tor/Forge Publishing for providing this finished copy in exchange for my unbiased review.

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    Posted April 6, 2013

    Hehee

    GAY!!!!!!!

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    Posted December 29, 2012

    Loved it!

    If you like a thriller with mystery with spies and dark magic you will like this book!

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    Posted November 15, 2012

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