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$.99 Thriller Spotlight: ICE by Kevin Tinto @kevintinto


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Thriller, Romance, Science Fiction


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Dr. Leah Andrews and Jack Hobson Thrillers Book 1

125,000+ Sales, 1,550+ Amazon Reviews, Amazon Bestseller Debut Selection: Prime Reading. Archaeologist Leah Andrews stumbles upon something inexplicable in southwestern New Mexico: inside a dark cavern lies an undiscovered, Native American cliff dwelling abandoned for 800 years. While twisting through one of the narrow underground passageways, Leah’s flashlight illuminates the remains of a violent massacre.

Ancient human remains—all slaughtered in a long-ago massacre—cover the cavern floor, along with a number of brilliantly colored, granite crystals. The rare crystals are native to only one place on earth: a frozen mountain range in central Antarctica.

Could Native Americans have traveled to the frozen continent of Antarctica 800 years prior to the first known human exploration? If so how? And why?

There’s only one person who can get Leah to those mountains in Antarctica: her estranged husband and climbing guide Jack Hobson.

At their destination they make a stunning discovery that will change history and science forever. But Leah’s team is far from the only interested party.

As her secret makes its way to the highest levels of government, a race to seize the Russian-claimed Antarctic territory brings the world to the brink of nuclear conflict.

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Southwestern New Mexico

CHAPTER 1

“Just one more step and you’re gonna get a real good look at the bottom of the canyon,” said Garrett Moon.
Dr. Leah Andrews pulled the binoculars away from her eyes and watched as the toe of her boot slid over the edge of the cliff. A spray of sand floated toward the green valley floor hundreds of feet below.
“I know where I’m standing.”
Sand and gravel cascaded down the rocky slope behind them, followed by a giant who wore his hair in a short ponytail over a three-day-stubble beard. Only a well-placed sandstone boulder prevented his 280 pounds from barreling over the cliff.
“Delicate as ever,” Leah said.
Juan Cortez wiped a mixture of sweat and dust from his face. “The coast is clear, but I’d wager those park rangers are sniffing around nearby.”
“What’d you expect?” she asked, grinning despite the risk. “We are trespassing illegally in the middle of a national park.”
“She smells a cliff dwelling,” Garrett said.
Juan looked over the ledge and shook his head. “A monkey couldn’t climb that face without modern equipment.”
Tall, anvil-shaped clouds began rolling in from the southwest, signaling the beginnings of a late-season thunderstorm. The winds preceding the storm kicked dust up in flowing red curtains.
“That’s a hint of things to come,” Garrett said. “You want to be dangling from a rope when that hits?”
“Speaking of rope, where’s our climbing expert?” Leah asked.
“Resting on his climbing gear near the top of the mesa, last I saw,” said Juan.
“Figures.” Leah hoisted her backpack into place. “I’ll wake Sleeping Beauty.”
Juan took another peek over the cliff. “You’d think a couple of relatively intelligent guys would have more sense than to rappel down a sheer wall in the middle of a thunderstorm.”
Garrett grinned and pushed strands of black hair away from his face. “Yeah, but who else would look after her?”
“Don’t let her hear that,” Juan cautioned, “or we’ll both be sporting black eyes.”
“You two better not be whispering about me,” Leah called back as she climbed the slope.
“We’re just a pair of lowly, underpaid archeologists,” Garrett answered. “Our discussions are purely of a scientific nature.”
Leah was still shaking her head when she came upon Marko Kinney leaning on his climbing gear, listening to audibly heavy metal through his ear buds.
Leah poked at the shaggy young man with the toe of her boot until he killed the music. “We’re checking out a wall crack.”
Marko looked up and pointed toward the billowing clouds. “Mr. Thunder Bumper’s headed this direction, and he’s looking worked up.”
“Meet me on the other side of the rock bridge with your gear.”
The rock climber shook his head in disbelief, then gathered his gear and chased her across the rock arch toward a gnarled but sturdy-looking pine tree growing near the mesa’s edge. He dropped the pack, pulled out a nylon-anchoring sling, and wrapped it expertly around the pine tree’s trunk. Marko secured the slings, removed two 165-foot climbing lines from the backpack, and tied them together with a double fisherman’s knot.
Juan and Garrett joined them while Leah fitted herself into a padded climbing harness and fastened the metal waist buckle. Marko fed the doubled line through a standard figure-eight descender, triple-checked all the connections, and patted her on the shoulder.
“You’re cleared to fly,” he shouted over the rising wind.
She nodded and stepped to the cliff face. As sloppy as Marko looked, he was a fanatic about safety. Because of his attention to detail, Leah felt at least some peace of mind. If her dad had enjoyed the same kind of attention, he’d have been alive today.
Marko climbed into his own harness and threaded another line through the anchoring rings. He’d feed rope as she rappelled in a classic belay technique taught at most climbing schools. If she suffered gear failure, he would serve to break her fall, at least in theory.
Garrett dug out his own harness, peeking over the edge at Leah’s descent.
“I know you guys are the experts at finding cliff dwellings,” Marko said, “but I’m not thrilled about roping down that cliff face with lightning cracking around my ass.”
“Chances are she’ll shine her flashlight into the crevice, find a dead end, and we won’t be climbing down anyway,” Garrett said.
The line slackened, and a moment later Marko felt three distinct tugs on the belay. “You were saying?”
Garrett glanced up at the sky. “I guess we’re climbing down.”
Marko yanked up the freed belay. “Okay, you’re next, G.”
A minute later, Marko had a hesitant Juan in his harness and ready to join the others. “They’re waiting for you, Juan.”
The big man hesitated, then took a deep breath and leaned over the brink of nothingness. All that separated his ample posterior from a three-hundred-foot freefall were two thin strands of high-strength climbing line.
“Down you go,” said Marko.
As Juan descended, an unexpected gust of wind twisted him around, causing his face to scrape across the sandstone wall, shaving skin off his right cheek. Thunder cracked in the distance as he attempted to gain position against the rock.
“Come on, Juan,” Leah shouted encouragement from the ledge below.
Juan pushed off and rappelled until his shoes touched the ledge.
“Was that so hard?” Garrett secured him to the ledge.
“Still gotta climb back up that mother.”
Marko slid spider-like down the line and noted with quiet satisfaction that Leah had already inserted a removable locking-cam inside a weathered crack in the cliff. He crouched to examine the narrow opening. “It’s less than a meter high. How are you gonna get inside?”
“Seriously, Marko?” Leah asked. “Lie down like you’re taking a nap.”
Garrett winked and patted the young climber on the back. “You’re doing fine. Don’t let her bully you.”
Leah pushed Marko aside and dug a small flashlight out of her gear bag. “If you want something done….” She slithered quickly through the scar-like blemish in the rock cliff. Once inside, she switched on the steel penlight and crawled along on her hands and knees through the confining passageway. Ahead, the tunnel opened into a larger chamber.
“Garrett,” she called back. “You got the big light?”
Garrett crawled in behind her and handed over the high-powered halogen flashlight. Leah fumbled with the switch and then lit the chamber ahead.
“Oh, my God,” she whispered.
A massive subterranean cavern at least 50 meters high stretched far beyond even the powerful beam. The light did a fine job of illuminating the pristine remains of an 800-year-old Native American city hidden in the depths of the Gila National Wilderness.


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About the Author:

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Check a movie trailer for ICE at www.writingthrillers.com

Kevin Tinto is based in Tiburon and Lake Tahoe, California. He has written for the San Francisco Chronicle, Reno Gazette Journal, Bike Transamerica, Scuba Diver Magazine and more.

He is an avid mountaineer, skier, scuba and free diver, Private Pilot and adventurer.
Kevin is a Level II Certified Ski Instructor and you can often find him teaching at Northstar, California, when not testing the Palisades at Squaw Valley.

Editor-In-Chief of www.slidingonthecheap.com with more than 50,000 subscribers.
He is currently working on the final edit to the second in the Jack Hobson, Leah Andrews Adventure/Thrillers titled: ICE GENESIS! Due out fall 2016.

READ TWO TWO CHAPTERS OF ICE GENESIS AT: http://www.writingthrillers.com


Fantasy Romance Spotlight and Interview: The Door to Forever by Shirley Martin @mshirley1496


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Fantasy Romance


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The Land of Magic Book 2

Release Date: November 9, 2016

As a teenager, Kaylee suffered an attempted sexual assault. Now a woman, she remains fearful of men. She vows she’ll avoid the opposite sex.

When her dreams take her to an alternate world, a land of peace and harmony, she wishes she could stay in this world. There, a psychic with a crystal ball tells her she will find love, for he sees a man reaching out to her. He tells her she must learn to trust men.

Kaylee has no idea who this man is, and she knows she can never put her faith in a man. The memory from her teenage years is too painful.

Then she meets Logan. Will he be the man to change her mind? World-weary and cynical, Logan declares a respite from women. When he meets Kaylee, he knows she is a woman like no other. His head tells him to stay away from her, but his heart refuses to listen.

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At the bottom of the steps, Logan looked down at her, desire mirrored in his eyes. He eased her to him and pressed her close to his chest, his body warm and strong against hers.
:”Kaylee!”
Ah, to be held in his arms, , his heart beating next to hers. They remained that way for countless seconds. Then he kissed her, long and passionately, a kiss like nothing she’d ever imagined, no, not in a million years Warmth spread throughout her body, such a new and wonderful sensation. Tempted to cling to him, she ached for him to hold her the rest of the night.
Too soon he released her, a look of longing in his eyes.


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About the Author:

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Born near Pittsburgh, Shirley Martin attended the University of Pittsburgh. After graduating from “Pitt”, she taught school for one year, then obtained a position as a flight attendant with Eastern Airlines. Based in Miami, she met her future husband there. After raising three sons, she devoted her time to writing, something she had always wanted to do.

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How many books do you currently have published? 15

What has been your favorite book to write so far? Why? “The Door to Forever”. It blends a contemporary romance with a magical land. My heroine is strong and spunky. It’s a beautiful love story with action and adventure.

Are you currently working on a book? Will this be your next release? Not now, but I have ideas about what I want to write, which will be part of this series, Land of Magic.

What do you enjoy most about writing? Developing the characters.

Do you ever get writer’s block? If so, how do you deal with it? Yes. Usually a long walk in the fresh air will give me the answer I’m seeking.

Have you ever had one of your characters to take a twist you weren’t expecting and surprise you? All the time. My characters have a mind of their own. I figure they know best.

Which of your characters is your personal favorite? Least favorite? Why? My favorite character is Owen in “Forbidden Love” because he has so many obstacles to conquer before he can have the woman he loves.

So far, what has been your favorite scene to write? I’ve enjoyed writing all the scenes in “The Door to Forever.”

What lessons have you learned since becoming a writer? Do you have any tips for new writers? You have to keep to a schedule, barring illness or emergency. Pick a time of the day that is most convenient for you and stick to it. Write one book at a time.

If you were to recommend your books to a stranger, which book would you advise them to start with? Why? “Magic Mountain” is Book 1 in this series, Land of Magic. I’d suggest a reader start with that, then read “The Door to Forever” although you can read the latter without first reading “Magic Mountain.”

Do you have any extras you’d like to share, like a teaser about an upcoming new release, a summary of a deleted scene, or a teaser about a surprising plot twist or character? I’m planning another fantasy romance in the Land of Magic series. I might create a heroine who is a spy.

Let’s get to know you! What are some of your favorite books to read? I enjoy reading books by my fellow authors at Books We Love and enjoy reading books by Dean Koontz and Terry Brooks.

What about television shows? Movies? Mostly I watch the news on TV. As for movies, my favorites are the LOTR series, also “The Last of the Mohicans.”

Is there a book that you have read that you feel has made a big impact on your life? Why? Too many to name.

Can readers find you at any live events, such as book signings or conventions? I hope to attend the Romantic Times convention in Atlanta in May.

If you had to sum up your life as a writer in ten words, what would you say? A writer who loves to write. (less than ten,but that sums it up.)

Do you have anything else you’d like to share with readers? Would love to have them go to Amazon and click on Books, then type in Shirley Martin.. My website is http://shirleymartinauthor.com/


Author Interview and Fiction Feature: Full Circle by Ronnie L Richards @ronnielrichards


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Fiction, Romance, Historical, Fictional Biography


full circleMae Miller, suffering an aneurysm-induced coma, lies in a hospital bed. Clarence, her husband of fifty-four years, is at her side.  For Mae, this is only one of many times she has had to battle death, beginning with the loss of her mother and infant brother to a tornado that tore their small tenant farmhouse apart. The tornado ripped seven-year-old Mae’s infant brother from her arms and ripped a hole in her heart. Years later, drought devastates the family farm and drives a wedge between a teenage Mae and her dad. Mae moves west to live with her grown sister.

Clarence, a sharecropper’s son, is driven to not be a hard, cruel man like his dad. Again and again, life throws obstacles his way that test his resolve. Clarence, faced with the choice of moving back to the hated family farm and his cruel father or finding work elsewhere, migrates west to work under the desert sun.

Mae and Clarence meet in the cotton fields of Arizona in 1938 and marry soon after. Together they raise a family while tackling life’s obstacles head-on.

Full Circle has all the pathos and sorrow of a John Steinbeck novel surrounded by the full fury of an Oklahoma tornado. Out of the conflagration, the Miller family finds their way through more than fifty years of dust and dirt and an uncertain future.

 


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“Kingfisher, Oklahoma, May 1944

Mae paced the living room floor. She had had a feeling of dread all morning and she could not shake it. She walked out onto the front porch and looked up at the sky. Far off to the west near the horizon, thunder heads were beginning to build.

Must be a storm coming up, she thought, that’s why I am so jumpy.
She had feared storms all her life. Having narrowly escaped the storm that led to the death of her little brother and indirectly her mother, Mae just knew that someday a bad storm would once again try to do what it had failed to do so many years ago. And she lived through each storm season day by day, fearing that day had come.

Mae took one last look at the far off clouds, decided that the storm would not be a real threat anytime soon, and went back into the house. She tried to sit on the couch and relax, but the feeling of impending doom would not ease up. After a few stressful minutes, she got up and decided to feed her goldfish. As she was bending over to get the fish food from the shelf below the fish bowl, a knock at the door scared Mae and she shrieked.

“I’m sorry Mrs. Miller,” the mailman said, looking through the screen door. “I didn’t mean to startle you. I have a letter here you need to sign for please.”

Mae set the fish food down next to the fish bowl and signed the mailman’s clipboard before taking the letter from him. She walked back into the living room and looked at the registered letter. There was no return address only an official looking government seal in the upper left hand corner of the envelope. She shook the contents down to one end then tore off the other end of the envelope. She pulled out the single page that was inside and began to read. Mae’s face froze, her jaw started to tremble, the letter dropped to the floor. Tears formed as she walked over to her goldfish. They both swam to the front of the fishbowl when they saw her approach. Her hand shook involuntarily as she sprinkled food on top of the water in the fishbowl, causing the eager fish to receive much more than she normally fed them….”


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Interview with Ronnie L. Richards:

When did you start to have a love for books?

When I was young (about 8 or 9), I started going with dad to work every Saturday morning. I’d help him with his electrical and plumbing work until noon. While he and his coworkers hung out for a while after work, I would walk down the alley to the library on the same block. I would check out as many books as they would allow then read them during the week, repeating the process every Saturday for several years.

What was that turning point that changed you from a reader to a writer?

My Senior year in college, I took a Creative Writing class and fell in love with writing.

Inspiration can often be found in the oddest people, places, and even situations. In the past, what has inspired you?

My grandmother’s death in 1993, the same time I was taking the Creative Writing class in college, got me to thinking about all of the stories I grew up with, as told my her and my grandpa. The memories fostered the idea of a book based on events in their lives. Other inspirations have come from everywhere – a newspaper article about a “John Doe” who was tragically ran over by a train when he laid down on the tracks in front of the oncoming train inspired a short story, my current book project was inspired by witnessing a childhood friend trying to survive an alcoholic, physically abusive dad. Life is full of writing triggers.

What about your favorite character or characters? Which characters from your books do you think readers will really feel a connection to?

The Miller brothers in my book Full Circle: A Life Story are two of my favorite characters and the most fun to write about. My readers seem to love them as well. I am planning another novel featuring them.

So far, what has been your greatest moment in your writing career?

Getting to tell my grandpa, two weeks before he passed away, I had completed the novel about him and granny. His pleasure in knowing it was done was so important to me.

What can readers expect from you next?

A very emotional book about a young man trying to survive his alcoholic and physically abusive dad during possibly the toughest summer of his young life. Readers will laugh, cry, and cringe.

I am also working on a murder mystery set in the late seventies in my small hometown. And, a follow novel about the Miller brothers from my first novel Full Circle: A Life Story.

Nobody knows your books better than you! In your opinion, readers of what genres will enjoy your books the most?

Fiction, Historical, Literary, Biographical, Romance

How would you describe your life in ten words or under?

Blessed to have had such a diverse past.

What is your favorite place to visit?
The mountains of Colorado. A place where peace, solitude, and rejuvenation can be found.

What words do you live by?

If it is worth doing; it is worth doing right.


Urban Fantasy Feature: The Auran Chronicles: Message Bearer by M. S. Dobing @srealms_author


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Urban Fantasy/Contemporary Fantasy


message bearer‘You were drawn. I can see it. You are Latent.’

For reasons unknown, Seb is constantly drawn to random places without meaning, following an instinct he doesn’t understand.

One night that instinct lands him in trouble when he encounters Sarah, a young woman hunted by a fiend born of nightmares. Against his better judgement Seb attempts to intervene, only to nearly get himself killed in the process. Before she passes, Sarah transfers something to him, an arcane knowledge that gets buried deep into his subconscious.

Rescued by the Brotherhood warrior Cade, Seb’s life takes on an unexpected turn when he is told he is a Latent, able to manipulate the very energies of reality to his own devices. He is brought into a world within our own where the Magistry and its allies engage with the demonic Sheol in a timeless conflict that has traversed entire universes.

A world where he, and he alone, carries the message that could change the course of the conflict forever.


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As usual a strange kind of instinct guided Seb. It always began as a gnawing tingle at the back of his mind, like an internal sat nav that drew him to another seemingly random location. He must’ve easily covered twenty miles that night, starting at the Pleasure Beach, where the masses knocked back a mixture of cheap rides and greasy food with abandon, right down to the promenade, before finally ending up here, at what had once been a church, but where now stood a ruined shell plastered in rotting boards.

He took a moment to admire the view, ignoring the sensation of cold rain on his skin. The church stood on the crest of a hill. Down below the road curved up and away from the promenade to where he now stood. Buildings, largely abandoned, flanked the church on either side of the road, although some still served as a refuge for the kind of folks he had no intention of spending quality time with.

Some might say it was dangerous out here, at this time, and past experience had told him that it wasn’t an unwise assertion. But for him, it was home, his haven. He didn’t belong in the day, not that he knew why, he’d given up asking that question many years ago. Under the sun he felt dulled, slowed even, but by night, he felt alive.

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He didn’t remember falling asleep, not that it was a surprise at all. His mindless treks always took their toll, and tonight’s near marathon was easily up there as a personal best. He never felt it at the time, but boy did he feel it in the morning. Often he would sleep it off where he fell, but this time his rest had been interrupted. He woke up with a start, heart thudding in his chest.

It came again. What was it? A scream? Something else? He stood up and stretched tired limbs. He glanced at his watch. Four in the morning. Great. Another shriek came, this time from somewhere near the promenade. It wasn’t a happy scream, like those of the drunk zigzagging their way home. He knew those well. This was different. Someone terrified.

Another scream. Nearer this time. He pressed himself into the alcove, seeking solace in the shadows. As he watched, a young woman came hurtling round the corner at the bottom of the road. She fell once, knees scraping the pavement. She tried scrambling up but her legs kept slipping underneath her. Her breath puffed out clouds of cold mist as she dragged herself up the hill towards the church.

‘Almost there…almost there.’

She was halfway up the hill now, not fifty yards from where he crouched. She fell again, her face hitting the ground with a sick thud. Blood splattered the pavement. Something small and white clattered onto the road.

Screw this.


About the Author:

Mike is an IT Consultant who lives in Preston, UK with his wife and twin daughters.

His first novel, Message Bearer, is the first in his urban fantasy series, The Auran Chronicles, the sequel to which is due out in the first half of 2016.

As well as Message Bearer, Mike has also produced several short stories over a period of many years, some of which were fortunate enough to be selected for publication. Sadly, a bad experience with a faulty hard drive and an evil usb stick sent many of these to digital oblivion, putting him off writing for a prolonged period.

Those stories that could be salvaged, as well as more recent efforts can be found on Amazon, with Mirror Man being a particular favourite.

As well as writing Mike is also fond of the odd gaming session on the Xbox One, where people half his age use him for target practice on a regular basis.

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Science Fantasy Book Spotlight! Chaos (un)Controlled by Tael @truthtrebles


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Self-contained Rixa Storms can’t wait to escape the pressures of her mother’s religious, controlling thumb. Fleeing to college seems to be her only escape route, until she stumbles upon an opportunity to learn a unique power in a world called University Heights. But this unexpected ‘freedom’ she thinks she’s achieved holds a murky truth below its polished surface, and Rixa uncovers oppressive secrets the school has kept buried for years. As real and surreal worlds collide, and the pressure reaches a dangerous boiling point, Rixa realizes she may need to reassess what is truly shackling her—or risk being consumed by her awakened abilities.

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She snapped her fingers and summoned a cloud, sidestepping Charon onto its surface and taking off. She squinted against the force of the wind velocity, shot her hand up in the air and summoned a hailstorm of stalactites with all of her might.
Without missing a beat or slowing down, she bent down to slap the surface of the cloud. The plummeting stalactites froze, flipped, then ascended with the same velocity. They would have to come down at some point after she passed and Charon could deal with that.
She felt the power surging through her fingers; the cool mist shuddering off her form. Maybe she was angry. Charon’s methods of instruction were harsher than Azu’s and maybe he’d hurt her feelings.
Like a conductor, she swept her hands two and fro, leading the icicles in all directions. Up, down, sideways, circling, scattering.
When she suddenly lost their control and they shot toward her as a unit, she didn’t blink or pause. She weaved, sent her cloud in a downward arc, and made her getaway as the horde pursued her.
Charon smirked magnificently as he controlled the chase. Her controlled rage was his living soul’s best motivator.


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Urban ninja and New York lover, I blended my top hobbies into Chaos (un)Controlled: reading, writing, and gaming. Quality graffiti being my favorite form of visual art, I lamented the loss of 5PTZ. My humble writing qualifications include a Bachelor’s in Journalism, membership in poetry circles, and a strong-willed determination and passion. “Truth Trebles” by definition is “Truth Resounds the Loudest.” As a verb, it echoes; as a noun, it refers to a harsh reality that no one wants to hear. Fun-fact: I don’t own an e-reader. I still like to feel the book in my hands and smell the pages. I’m running out of shelf-space.

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