Night's Mistress [NOOK Book]

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"A master of her craft." --Maggie Shayne

"Ashley is a master storyteller." --Romantic Times

Mara. She is mysterious, alluring, a creature of the night, torn between two unforgettable men. . .

Kyle Bowden. A gorgeous, golden-haired artist full of passion and life, Kyle is ready to give his soul to Mara--until he learns her terrible secret.

Logan Blackwood. The Vampire she ...

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Overview

"A master of her craft." --Maggie Shayne

"Ashley is a master storyteller." --Romantic Times

Mara. She is mysterious, alluring, a creature of the night, torn between two unforgettable men. . .

Kyle Bowden. A gorgeous, golden-haired artist full of passion and life, Kyle is ready to give his soul to Mara--until he learns her terrible secret.

Logan Blackwood. The Vampire she created nine-hundred years ago is now a Hollywood millionaire with all the dark seductive power of his kind, yet Logan still longs for the woman who turned him.

With enemies on all sides--and her Dark Gift fading--Mara must choose one lover. . .for all eternity.

"A classic vampire tale of sensual, spine-tingling suspense." --Christine Feehan on Desire After Dark

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Ashley’s fifth Children of the Night novel (after Night’s Pleasure), a delightful romantic vampire romp, eschews graphic violence in favor of exploring deep emotions and difficult decisions. Irresistibly beautiful Mara, queen of the vampires, is despondent over having left Kyle Bowden, the mortal man she loves. Every day, Mara becomes less vampire and more human, slowly losing her ability to protect herself from her numerous enemies. Logan Blackwood, who was her lover many centuries before, reappears and provides a caring safe haven, rekindling old affections as Mara learns that she is pregnant. When Kyle finds her and confesses his love, Mara adds a romantic dilemma to her concerns over what’s best for the baby, and questions about whether predators will be able to sense her weakened state and how she can become a vampire again. Plot twists move the story along nicely, and flashbacks seamlessly provide background information, familiar faces, and hidden agendas for this surprisingly touching novel. (Aug.)
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Product Details

  • ISBN-13: 9781420130423
  • Publisher: Kensington Publishing Corporation
  • Publication date: 7/30/2013
  • Series: Children of the Night Series , #5
  • Sold by: Barnes & Noble
  • Format: eBook
  • Sales rank: 50,158
  • File size: 864 KB

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Night's Mistress


By AMANDA ASHLEY

KENSINGTON PUBLISHING CORP.

Copyright © 2013 Madeline Baker
All rights reserved.
ISBN: 978-1-4201-3042-3


Excerpt

CHAPTER 1

Mara stood on the balcony of her home in the mountains of Northern California. Staring out over her domain, she lifted her gaze to the endless indigo vault of the sky, to the moon that had been her sun since the night she became a vampire so many centuries ago. Even though she could now walk freely in the light of day if she was so inclined, she was still most comfortable in the darkness she had inhabited for thousands of years.

In the silvery wash of the moon's light, the world around her looked peaceful. The people who lived in the small town located in the shallow valley below were all sleeping now, dreaming their innocent mortal dreams, blissfully unaware that one of the Undead lived in the sprawling old house near the top of the mountain. The War for supremacy waged between the vampires and the werewolves had ended, and most humans were content to pretend it had never happened.

After a time, she let her mind expand, homing in on the few people in the world that she cared for.

Roshan DeLongpre and his witch wife, Brenna, were on an extended vacation in Venice. Vince Cordova and his pretty blond, blue-eyed wife, Cara, were at home in Porterville. At the moment, they were sitting outside, enjoying the quiet of a star-studded Oregon night. Their son, Raphael, and his bride, Kathy McKenna, were in bed, wrapped in each other's embrace. Mara wondered how Kathy was enjoying her new life as a vampire.

Mara had once offered to bequeath the Dark Gift to Kathy. As Mara's fledgling, the girl wouldn't have been affected by the Dark Sleep, but Kathy had wanted Rafe to be her master. Mara couldn't blame the girl; after all, if one had to be bound to a master, it was always more pleasant if it was someone you loved and trusted, someone who would guide you patiently, and gently teach you all the things a new vampire needed to know in order to survive. Someone who would never abandon you, or betray you. Not long after being turned, Kathy had sold her bookstore in Oak Hollow, and she and Rafe had moved to Porterville.

Raphael's twin brother, Rane, had finally made peace with what he was. He and his wife, Savanah, had also bought a place in Porterville. Just now, Rane and his bride were at home, sitting on the floor in front of the fireplace, their three-month-old daughter, Abbey Marie, sleeping peacefully on a blanket between them. Savanah had not yet accepted the Dark Gift her husband was so eager to give her. They had both agreed it would be best to wait a few years, until Abbey was older.

Mara told herself she wasn't jealous, that she didn't envy any of them the love or the happiness they had found, but deep within the hidden recesses of her heart where she didn't look too often, she knew it for the bald-faced lie it was. She was Mara, the oldest and most powerful of her kind. Vampires, male and female, envied her. Men sought her favors, willing to do anything she asked just to be near her. She should have been blissfully happy and content, and yet her existence lacked any real purpose or meaning. She was finding it more and more difficult to find a reason to rise each night; she was growing increasingly weary of her self-imposed lonely existence.

She had taken mortal lovers from time to time, but she had loved none of them. Afraid to fully trust any man, be he mortal or vampire, she had always withheld a part of herself, never letting any of the men she had known get too close, or see too much.

Until she met Kyle Bowden. She had been captivated by him from the moment she first saw him standing at the foot of the Sphinx with a sketch pad in his hand. He had been hatless in the sun; his short brown hair highlighted with streaks of gold. The sleeves of his white shirt had been rolled up, revealing suntanned skin and muscular arms. She had watched his hand, quick and confident as it moved over the paper, and wondered if he possessed that same confidence with women.

Eager to meet him, she had purposely bumped into him with a murmured, "Sorry."

He had turned toward her, stared at her a moment, and then blurted, "Good Lord, but you're beautiful."

Before meeting Kyle, she had intended to find a place to go to ground, to bury herself deep in the earth in the Valley of the Nile and sleep for a year or two, perhaps ten, but with Kyle at her side, the world no longer seemed like such a dreary place; the lethargy that had plagued her disappeared, and she found herself wanting to travel the globe again, to see it anew through his eyes.

As giddy as a schoolgirl with her first crush, she had quickly fallen head over heels for him, charmed by his innate sweetness, by the sincerity and adoration in the depths of his deep gray eyes. For the first time in her existence, she had given her heart to a man, something she had sworn she would never do.

But then she had foolishly trusted him with the truth of what she was, and seen the look in his eyes turn from love to revulsion. She remembered that night so well. They had been reclining on the loveseat in his studio, their arms and legs intimately entwined ...


Kyle reached for a bowl of black grapes and offered her one. With a slight smile, she shook her head. "No, thank you."

"You never eat with me," he remarked, popping the grape into his mouth. "Why is that? Are your table manners so terrible?"

"Of course not," she replied. "I'm quite tidy."

"Tidy?" he repeated with a grin. "That's an odd way of putting it."

"I have odd tastes."

He ate another grape. "Odd? How so?"

"You don't want to know."

"I love you, Mara, with all my heart. I want to know everything." He set the bowl aside and traced the curve of her lower lip with his forefinger. "Everything. I want to know what makes you laugh and what makes you cry, and why you sometimes look at me strangely, as if ..."

"As if I want to eat you up?"

"Yes, something like that." He withdrew his hand, his brow furrowing. "But that's not the only thing."

"No?"

"I don't know how to explain it, how to put it into words ..."

She ran her fingertips along the side of his neck, her nostrils flaring. "Try."

"Your eyes ... sometimes, like now ... they change ..."

Her eyelids fluttered down and she drew a deep breath. She was getting so comfortable in his presence, she sometimes let her guard down. Especially at times like these, when they were lying close together, when the scent of his blood was almost overpowering. She had to be more careful, had to remember that he didn't know what she was.

"Mara? What are you keeping from me?"

Back in control, she opened her eyes. "Trust me, Kyle, if I tell you, you'll never look at me the same again."

"Trust you? It's you who doesn't trust me. If you did, there wouldn't be any secrets between us."

He was right, of course. She didn't trust him. She didn't trust anyone, but maybe he was right. Maybe it was time to find out if he truly loved her, or if they were only empty words.

"Fine." She rose to her feet. "You want the truth? Don't say I didn't warn you." And so saying, she unleashed her power and let him see her for what she was. Lips drawn back, fangs extended, her eyes blazing red, she towered over him.

It was a mistake, just as she had known it would be.

He had jumped off the loveseat and practically flown across the room in his haste to put some distance between them. "Get away from me, you bloodsucking fiend!"

His words had shocked her, her insides going cold as the love in his eyes swiftly turned to revulsion. She could have mesmerized him, made him forget what he had seen, but she had been too proud. He couldn't accept her for what she was, and she couldn't accept that ...

* * *

She shook the unpleasant memory from her mind. She loved being a vampire, loved everything about it. She wouldn't have gone back to being mortal again even if it was possible. Not for Kyle. Not for anyone, or anything, else. She had seen the world change and grow through the centuries, witnessed the rise and fall of kings and queens, of kingdoms and nations, observed the Dark Ages and the Industrial Revolution, seen the birth of innumerable inventions that the people of her day would have hailed as miracles—things like space travel and the automobile, iPads and Kindles, satellite television, wireless computers, Twitter and Facebook, and cell phones that did everything but cook and clean house. She grinned wryly. In her day, a roll of toilet paper would have been acclaimed as a miracle.

For the first time in her long existence, she felt the weight of past centuries sitting heavily on her shoulders. These days, there was little in life that surprised her; few things that she hadn't seen or done a hundred times. Twining a lock of hair around her finger, she wondered if perhaps it was time to end her existence, to find out what, if anything, waited on the other side.

It would be a new adventure, she mused, a place she had never been before. Was there another life, another existence, after this one? She had seen no physical evidence of an afterlife. If one did exist, would her soul find rest in some heavenly paradise? That seemed doubtful. It was far more likely that she would be tossed into a sea of endless damnation, forced to spend eternity in the deepest pit of a cruel and unforgiving Hell.

With a sigh of resignation, she closed her eyes as thoughts of her past washed over her.

She had been raised a slave in the house of Chuma, one of Pharaoh's trusted advisors. She had been a month shy of her fifteenth birthday when Chuma presented her to Shakir, a wealthy ally, as a reward for a service well done. Perhaps that had been hell enough. Mara had not taken kindly to being a slave in Pharaoh's household, but she had been treated well enough. Captivity in Shakir's household was another thing entirely. He had been a cold and cruel man, one who demanded instant obedience, one who did not hesitate to wield the lash at the slightest provocation, real or imagined. Shakir had allowed only female slaves under his roof. Many in Chuma's household had mocked Shakir behind his back, saying it was unseemly for a man of Shakir's position to have women working in his stables, caring for his armor, preparing his meals, acting as his butler, driving his chariot, but Shakir had ignored their taunts. He refused to share his quarters with male servants. There were no eunuchs in his household staff, no stallions in his stable.

Shakir claimed to love women. Old and young and in between, he professed to love all the female slaves in his household. And he bedded them all, from the oldest to the youngest, whether they were willing or not, eager to prove his manhood by the number of children he sired. His touch had made Mara's flesh crawl. For some reason she never understood, her blatant distaste for Shakir's touch soon made her his favorite. At first, he had found her loathing amusing, her temper tantrums entertaining.

Desperate to escape both his bed and his whip, she had run off many times in the ensuing five years until, finally wearying of her constant attempts to leave him, Shakir had put her in chains.

Mara had thought her life a hell before, but now it was much, much worse. Shakir kept her chained in a small cell in the bowels of his residence. Food was delivered once each day, unless the wrinkled old slave, Kesi, forgot. Shakir refused Mara the ease of a pallet, the warmth of a blanket, the comfort of a light. He even denied her the opportunity to bathe except on those nights when she was brought, still in chains, to his bedchamber. Once she was bathed and powdered and perfumed, he chained her to his bed and used her as he saw fit. She would never forget his cruelty or the humiliation of being bound and helpless, forced to submit to whatever he demanded of her.

She had begged Kesi to kill her, or to bring her a knife so that she might take her own life, but the old woman had feared Shakir's wrath too much to help her.

And then, late one night, when she was huddled in a corner of her cell, her back raw from the lash, the candle outside her cell sprang to life and a shadowed figure appeared beside her. One minute she had been alone in the dark, the next he was there, a dusky-skinned man of medium height. A long black cloak fell from a pair of broad shoulders, the hood pulled low over his face, shadowing his features, save for his eyes, which seemed to glow with some dark inner fire.

"Who are you?" She had scrambled as far away from him as her chains would allow, the pain in her back forgotten. "How did you get in here?"

"I go where I wish," he had replied. "No one can keep me in. Or lock me out." He took a step toward her. "Tell me, my raven-haired beauty, are you happy here?"

"Of course not." She recoiled when his hand snaked out from under his heavy black cloak to brush her cheek. "Leave me alone!"

"And if I refuse, what will you do? Cry for help? Who is going to hear you down here, I wonder?"

"Who are you?"

"I am Dendar, master of the night."

He moved closer. She could see little of his face or form in the near darkness of her cell. But she could see his eyes, red and glowing now, like Hell's own light.

When he put his arms around her, she struggled for a moment, and then went still. She had prayed for death, and now Death stood before her.

With a sigh, she closed her eyes and waited. Soon, her misery would be over. Soon, she would discover the Great Mystery that awaited everyone.

There was a moment of pain, and then there was pleasure beyond anything she had ever known. She felt weightless, as if her spirit had left her body far behind and was now floating effortlessly in the air. She had no fears, no worries. There was only a deep, sensual pleasure she hoped would last forever.

And then he was gone, and she was alone in her cell, confused by what had happened. Had she imagined him? Had it all been a dream? She lifted a hand to her neck, shivered with revulsion when she felt two tiny puncture wounds. When she licked her fingertips, she tasted blood. Was it hers?

Near dawn, pain unlike anything she had ever known engulfed her body. Moaning softly, she writhed in agony on the cold stone floor until, after what seemed like an eternity, she pitched headlong into a chasm deeper and blacker than anything she had ever known or imagined. Her last conscious thought was that, at last, death had found her.

When next she opened her eyes, she was lying naked on a slab, about to be mummified, no doubt to be put into Shakir's burial chamber where, upon his death, she would serve him throughout all eternity. She didn't know who was more surprised to find that she was alive—herself, or the handful of men who ran screaming out of the chamber when she sat up. She had looked around, confused, her senses reeling under a visual and aural assault unlike anything she had ever known. Heedless of her nudity, she had leaped lightly from the slab, hungry in a way she had never been hungry before. The frantic beating of many hearts drummed against her ears.

She hadn't known what she wanted until, in his haste, one of the fleeing men tripped and cut his hand on a sharp stone.

The warm, coppery scent of fresh blood wafted through the air, sweet, tantalizing. She had pounced on the luckless creature before he'd had time to scream.

Other men had come, armed with daggers and spears. Impervious to their puny weapons, she had effortlessly swatted them all aside and left the building.

Filled with power, she had gone to Shakir's residence. She had found him reclining on a pile of furs, a woman at his side. He had stared up at her, eyes wide, mouth open in a silent scream for mercy. She had advanced on him slowly, eyes burning, fangs bared. The woman had run screaming from the room, but Mara had no interest in the female. She had pinned Shakir to the floor, buried her fangs in his throat, and slowly drained him dry. After she had avenged herself on him, she had freed his slaves, and then she had burned his house to the ground.

She had found the vampire who had turned her against her will the next night. Still in the throes of acclimating to her new life, nearly mad with her hunger for blood, she had attacked Dendar without mercy.

Mara shook her head at the memory. She had prayed for death and the Fates had granted it to her, only not quite in the way she had imagined.

"Be careful what you wish for," she murmured to the man in the moon, "lest you get it."

Thinking of Dendar now, she regretted destroying him. But, back then, angry and confused, afraid of the changes his bite had wrought, her only thought had been to kill him. Had she known how much she would glory in being a vampire, she might have kissed him instead.

CHAPTER 2

Kyle Bowden stood in front of the canvas, the paint drying on the brush in his hand as he looked at the portraits of the woman he had drawn from memory. The first canvas, painted in the first blush of new love, depicted Mara as she had looked when he'd met her—beautiful, exquisite, almost ethereal, with her glossy black hair and flawless, alabaster skin.

The second canvas, the paint still wet, showed her as she truly was—a beautiful monster with bloodred eyes, and sharp white fangs.
(Continues...)


Excerpted from Night's Mistress by AMANDA ASHLEY. Copyright © 2013 by Madeline Baker. Excerpted by permission of KENSINGTON PUBLISHING CORP..
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  • Anonymous

    Posted August 8, 2014

    ...... stop using the reviews as a place to talk.   BN do someth

    ...... stop using the reviews as a place to talk.   BN do something about this!!!!!!

    1 out of 1 people found this review helpful.

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  • Posted August 6, 2013

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    Long Live the Queen! Amanda Ashley brought her fans the long a


    Long Live the Queen!

    Amanda Ashley brought her fans the long awaited installment in her Children of the Night series containing Mara's story in the recently released to print: Night's Mistress! This story was one that Ashley feared might not live up to her fan's expectations, but Night’s Mistress certainly proves itself beyond expectations. She has penned a story that delves into the strong character fans all know Mara to be. Mara is the oldest vampire in existence; revered in both the Vampire and Vampire Hunter community as Queen of the Vampires. Night’s Mistress contains solid story lines that most assuredly do not disappoint! Fans will enjoy the return of Ashley’s popular characters from the previous “Night” releases who when threats abound, will join to prove that their bond of strength goes deeper than blood. This strength will serve to prove to Mara that although maintaining the distant affinity she has for the members of the Cordova clan, (who would not want her for a godmother?), and while a naturally territorial sort, they are as close to a family as a vampires can get. Upon opening the book, the pages will continue to turn of their own volition! This is the kind of writing that makes Ashley a New York Times Best-Selling Author! New readers will be hard-pressed not go find the entire series after reading Night's Mistress, and those who have read them previously, will bring out from their keeper shelves to once again and revisit the series!

    1 out of 1 people found this review helpful.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted July 4, 2014

    Ice tears

    Keep going

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  • Anonymous

    Posted July 4, 2014

    Sweet Death

    Gotta love that phoenix. XD

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  • Anonymous

    Posted July 4, 2014

    Blue lightning

    Yay!

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  • Anonymous

    Posted August 11, 2014

    Dawn to hater

    To bad ya seal u mad? Its called role play. Diva

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  • Anonymous

    Posted July 4, 2014

    AL

    Meh.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted July 4, 2014

    Nightmares - Chapter 1

    Hey! So Moone is the winner of the title contest, though it wasn't really a contest and I think she hadn't meant for it to be in the contest, but whatever! Thank you, Moone! <p> "SQUACK" <p> I jump up. That was Goldenrod. My pheonix. <p> I rush downstairs to her and am suprised to see hat she has barfed up a letter. <p> That's a first. <p> "Are you alright?" I ask her <p> "Yes, Firework, I am fine. I JUST COUGHED UP A LETTER FROM THE PRINCESS! I AM ABSOLUTLEY POSITIVELY FINE!" she yells. <p> I blink. <p> "Ok. Sorry." I say "Now can you hand it to me please?" <p> Goldenrod nods. She hands it to me. <p> I unroll it. It says... <p> Dear Princess Firework... <p> I roll my eyes cuz the whole "Princess Firework" thing is a bit annoying. <p> We are facing a catastrophy and need you to find your friends. You, Ice Tears, Blazin, and Squeak are the Fourborn but you'll need help. The battle between good and evil is coming. And in the middle of it, you four will survive the Nightmares. Signed, your former teacher, Luna Moonlit ((just kinda made up that last name...)) <p> I blink. (Again) <p> "Wow." I say in awe and confuzzlement. O.O <p> "Well don't just stand there!" Scolds Goldenrod flapping her wings "Get out there and find your friends!"

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  • Anonymous

    Posted March 12, 2014

    Great read

    Exciting and well balanced!

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  • Posted January 9, 2014

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    This is the first have read of Amanda Ashley's books.  I was tot

    This is the first have read of Amanda Ashley's books.  I was totally impressed with her writing style.
    Although I would not recommend this for YA reading, the sexual situations and intimate scenes are not
    detailed enough to call them explicit.

    Mara, the Queen of Vampires, takes on a different role in this fast moving, endearing, fantasy novel.  
    The author , cleverly, throws in a different twist to this Vampire novel which is very intriguing. Mara is
    very torn between major complications throughout the story...torn between two loves - Logan or Kyle.  
    Which would you choose - Logan  from her past or Kyle, a more recent lover?  The reader will have to
    decide if Mara is truly evil or if she deserves compassion.

    Key points: Power struggle, mystery, romance, family unity, violence, humanity.

    The book cover is a great portrayal of the main character and her serenity. The title is fitting, as well.
    Amanda is very talented in portraying the individual characters and in captivating the reader into the
    various scenes. The story never drags in the least, yet artfully fluctuates between several supporting
    characters and scenes.

    Because of the terrific writing style, my rating of this book is Five Stars.

    Although it contains much intimacy, I still felt it would fit into a PG-13 category, yet, slightly &quot;impassioned&quot;
    for YA. You be the judge.

    The author gifted me this book for an honest review, of which I have given.

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  • Posted September 4, 2013

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    Once again, author Amanda Ashley has done an incredible job at w

    Once again, author Amanda Ashley has done an incredible job at weaving the story to capture the hearts of the readers. All I can say is, about time Mara gets her story! I’ve been waiting to learn more about Mara since the Nights series first released with Night’s Kiss. Mara is an intriguing character, a woman with her own mind and her conviction is her passion for &quot;life&quot;. She lives by her own rules, although to some she might appear harsh, but when the people she loves needed her, she’s always there to see them thru. For the readers who loves a kick ass heroine, Night’s Mistress is definitely the book for you. It’s fantastically written and riveting; Amanda Ashley is definitely a master-storyteller of vampire tales.

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  • Posted September 2, 2013

    Highly Recommended - Must read!

    I love reading this book it's a must read, and serious page turner. It has everything you look for in a paranormal romance high steamy sex scenes, interesting twists turners, and it keeps you on your end of your seat from the beginning to the end of the book.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted August 4, 2013

    Great Story!

    As usual, the author has done it again!

    Mara's story may have taken some time to be told, but I couldn't put it down!!

    Worth reading!!

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  • Anonymous

    Posted August 2, 2013

    Rue

    Active! Bw! Hi!!!

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    Posted July 31, 2013

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    Posted October 13, 2013

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