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#TimeTravelingGhost EP 12: Post 132, 1,802,701 CE, Middlesex, UK
#Wss366 Cain #TimeTravelAuthors 9/10. Whatever
“Coom,” my strange little companion said, pulling me toward the tables. We sat down cross-legged. If Emily had been there, I would have called it “criss-cross applesauce” to mess with her.
There it was again! That name! Who was Emily? She must be important.
The brilliant indigo eyes of a woman surfaced in my mind. She was sipping soup with her face hidden behind ivy on the…
Then it was gone again.
“Hurburth?” Weena said, poking me in the ribs.
I smiled at her and looked around. We were sitting near the edge of the room. Their clothes were either drabber or brighter than those at the further tables. Some wore wrinkled or stained items. Still others displayed faces painted with berry dye or colored mud. One had a bandaged hand, and a strawberry birthmark marred another’s cheek. From the way the fairies avoided him, you’d have thought he bore the mark of Cain. And then there was Weena, with her fire-scarred face.
“Misfits and outcasts,” I said.
Emily… I mean, Weena.
She piled fruit in front of me, and I ate it absentmindedly as I studied my environment.
The little people’s manners were atrocious. When they finished something, they tossed the remains on the floor. They grabbed at the food and threw it at each other.
My companion carefully watched me eat and imitated me. Unlike the others, who laughed and talked like unattended kindergartners, she chewed silently and only spoke when her mouth was empty.
Eventually, she stopped, her brows knit, and touched one of my breasts. “Not Hurburth?”
“No, not Hurburth.” I pointed to myself. “Henrietta.”
“Henreetaa?”
“Henny.”
“Henny,” she repeated, getting it correct.
I nodded.
“Henny, luke Weena?”
“Luke?” I thought. “Luke? Oh, ‘like!’”
“Like,” I said, pointing first at myself and then at her. “Henny, like Weena.” I spread my hands wide.
When we finished eating, it was growing dark inside the building.
“Come,” I said and led her to the stairs leading to the platform.
They were in poor shape, with broken treads and gaps. I wondered if it would be safer to face the Morlocks than to climb.
#TootFic #NMFic #TimeTravel #HistoricalFantasy #UrbanFantasy #Mythpunk #Serial #Sapphic #Slowburn
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#TimeTravelingGhost EP 12: Post 132, 1,802,701 CE, Middlesex, UK
#Wss366 Cain #TimeTravelAuthors 9/10. Whatever
“Coom,” my strange little companion said, pulling me toward the tables. We sat down cross-legged. If Emily had been there, I would have called it “criss-cross applesauce” to mess with her.
There it was again! That name! Who was Emily? She must be important.
The brilliant indigo eyes of a woman surfaced in my mind. She was sipping soup with her face hidden behind ivy on the…
Then it was gone again.
“Hurburth?” Weena said, poking me in the ribs.
I smiled at her and looked around. We were sitting near the edge of the room. Their clothes were either drabber or brighter than those at the further tables. Some wore wrinkled or stained items. Still others displayed faces painted with berry dye or colored mud. One had a bandaged hand, and a strawberry birthmark marred another’s cheek. From the way the fairies avoided him, you’d have thought he bore the mark of Cain. And then there was Weena, with her fire-scarred face.
“Misfits and outcasts,” I said.
Emily… I mean, Weena.
She piled fruit in front of me, and I ate it absentmindedly as I studied my environment.
The little people’s manners were atrocious. When they finished something, they tossed the remains on the floor. They grabbed at the food and threw it at each other.
My companion carefully watched me eat and imitated me. Unlike the others, who laughed and talked like unattended kindergartners, she chewed silently and only spoke when her mouth was empty.
Eventually, she stopped, her brows knit, and touched one of my breasts. “Not Hurburth?”
“No, not Hurburth.” I pointed to myself. “Henrietta.”
“Henreetaa?”
“Henny.”
“Henny,” she repeated, getting it correct.
I nodded.
“Henny, luke Weena?”
“Luke?” I thought. “Luke? Oh, ‘like!’”
“Like,” I said, pointing first at myself and then at her. “Henny, like Weena.” I spread my hands wide.
When we finished eating, it was growing dark inside the building.
“Come,” I said and led her to the stairs leading to the platform.
They were in poor shape, with broken treads and gaps. I wondered if it would be safer to face the Morlocks than to climb.
#TootFic #NMFic #TimeTravel #HistoricalFantasy #UrbanFantasy #Mythpunk #Serial #Sapphic #Slowburn
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#TimeTravelingGhost EP 12: Post 132, 1,802,701 CE, Middlesex, UK
#Wss366 Cain #TimeTravelAuthors 9/10. Whatever
“Coom,” my strange little companion said, pulling me toward the tables. We sat down cross-legged. If Emily had been there, I would have called it “criss-cross applesauce” to mess with her.
There it was again! That name! Who was Emily? She must be important.
The brilliant indigo eyes of a woman surfaced in my mind. She was sipping soup with her face hidden behind ivy on the…
Then it was gone again.
“Hurburth?” Weena said, poking me in the ribs.
I smiled at her and looked around. We were sitting near the edge of the room. Their clothes were either drabber or brighter than those at the further tables. Some wore wrinkled or stained items. Still others displayed faces painted with berry dye or colored mud. One had a bandaged hand, and a strawberry birthmark marred another’s cheek. From the way the fairies avoided him, you’d have thought he bore the mark of Cain. And then there was Weena, with her fire-scarred face.
“Misfits and outcasts,” I said.
Emily… I mean, Weena.
She piled fruit in front of me, and I ate it absentmindedly as I studied my environment.
The little people’s manners were atrocious. When they finished something, they tossed the remains on the floor. They grabbed at the food and threw it at each other.
My companion carefully watched me eat and imitated me. Unlike the others, who laughed and talked like unattended kindergartners, she chewed silently and only spoke when her mouth was empty.
Eventually, she stopped, her brows knit, and touched one of my breasts. “Not Hurburth?”
“No, not Hurburth.” I pointed to myself. “Henrietta.”
“Henreetaa?”
“Henny.”
“Henny,” she repeated, getting it correct.
I nodded.
“Henny, luke Weena?”
“Luke?” I thought. “Luke? Oh, ‘like!’”
“Like,” I said, pointing first at myself and then at her. “Henny, like Weena.” I spread my hands wide.
When we finished eating, it was growing dark inside the building.
“Come,” I said and led her to the stairs leading to the platform.
They were in poor shape, with broken treads and gaps. I wondered if it would be safer to face the Morlocks than to climb.
#TootFic #NMFic #TimeTravel #HistoricalFantasy #UrbanFantasy #Mythpunk #Serial #Sapphic #Slowburn
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“The first and most basic exercise in magic is looking at oneself.” https://library.hrmtc.com/2026/09/09/the-first-and-most-basic-exercise-in-magic-is-looking-at-oneself/ #45MinuteLiteratureFictionShortReads #45MinuteScienceFictionFantasyShortReads #book #ConcentrationCampsFiction #DarkFantasy #exercise #families #FamiliesFiction #FictionFantasyGeneral #first #HistoricalFantasy #looking #Lovecraftian #magic #mostBasic #novelette #oneself #quote #RuthannaEmrys #shortFiction #TheInnsmouthLegacy -
#TimeTravelingGhost EP 12: Post 131, 1,802,701 CE, Middlesex, UK
#Wss366 Register #ScribesAndMakers Share something you've been working on this month. #TimeTravelAuthors 09/9. laugh
Weena led me into the building through an arch decorated with elaborate carvings of dancing nymphs and satyrs. Like everything else, time had left them battered. The building’s inside was the same: a huge vaulted chamber hung with brown tapestries so faded that any patterns had long since vanished. The floor was constructed of slabs of a metal resembling aluminum. While free of tarnish, countless feet had worn deep channels along the fairy folk’s paths. Raised tables of polished granite ran the length of the room. At only half a meter tall, they were an ideal height for wee people to kneel and eat the fruit heaped upon them.
Silken pillows clustered in the center of the chamber between the tables. I remember from “The Time Machine” that this is where the fairies slept huddled together. I shivered as it #registered that this was also where the Morlocks selected their meals from the helpless fae.
A broad mezzanine ran beneath the stained-glass windows. I would later discover that dilapidated stairs ascended to it.
I pointed to the balcony and spoke to Weena in pidgin English. “Sleep, you, me.” I used sign language to help.
She #laughed, nodded, and said, “Hurburth, foony.”
#TootFic #NMFic #TimeTravel #HistoricalFantasy #UrbanFantasy #Mythpunk #Serial #Sapphic #Slowburn
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#TimeTravelingGhost EP 12: Post 131, 1,802,701 CE, Middlesex, UK
#Wss366 Register #ScribesAndMakers Share something you've been working on this month. #TimeTravelAuthors 09/9. laugh
Weena led me into the building through an arch decorated with elaborate carvings of dancing nymphs and satyrs. Like everything else, time had left them battered. The building’s inside was the same: a huge vaulted chamber hung with brown tapestries so faded that any patterns had long since vanished. The floor was constructed of slabs of a metal resembling aluminum. While free of tarnish, countless feet had worn deep channels along the fairy folk’s paths. Raised tables of polished granite ran the length of the room. At only half a meter tall, they were an ideal height for wee people to kneel and eat the fruit heaped upon them.
Silken pillows clustered in the center of the chamber between the tables. I remember from “The Time Machine” that this is where the fairies slept huddled together. I shivered as it #registered that this was also where the Morlocks selected their meals from the helpless fae.
A broad mezzanine ran beneath the stained-glass windows. I would later discover that dilapidated stairs ascended to it.
I pointed to the balcony and spoke to Weena in pidgin English. “Sleep, you, me.” I used sign language to help.
She #laughed, nodded, and said, “Hurburth, foony.”
#TootFic #NMFic #TimeTravel #HistoricalFantasy #UrbanFantasy #Mythpunk #Serial #Sapphic #Slowburn
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#TimeTravelingGhost EP 12: Post 131, 1,802,701 CE, Middlesex, UK
#Wss366 Register #ScribesAndMakers Share something you've been working on this month. #TimeTravelAuthors 09/9. laugh
Weena led me into the building through an arch decorated with elaborate carvings of dancing nymphs and satyrs. Like everything else, time had left them battered. The building’s inside was the same: a huge vaulted chamber hung with brown tapestries so faded that any patterns had long since vanished. The floor was constructed of slabs of a metal resembling aluminum. While free of tarnish, countless feet had worn deep channels along the fairy folk’s paths. Raised tables of polished granite ran the length of the room. At only half a meter tall, they were an ideal height for wee people to kneel and eat the fruit heaped upon them.
Silken pillows clustered in the center of the chamber between the tables. I remember from “The Time Machine” that this is where the fairies slept huddled together. I shivered as it #registered that this was also where the Morlocks selected their meals from the helpless fae.
A broad mezzanine ran beneath the stained-glass windows. I would later discover that dilapidated stairs ascended to it.
I pointed to the balcony and spoke to Weena in pidgin English. “Sleep, you, me.” I used sign language to help.
She #laughed, nodded, and said, “Hurburth, foony.”
#TootFic #NMFic #TimeTravel #HistoricalFantasy #UrbanFantasy #Mythpunk #Serial #Sapphic #Slowburn
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#TimeTravelingGhost EP 12: Post 131, 1,802,701 CE, Middlesex, UK
#Wss366 Register #ScribesAndMakers Share something you've been working on this month. #TimeTravelAuthors 09/9. laugh
Weena led me into the building through an arch decorated with elaborate carvings of dancing nymphs and satyrs. Like everything else, time had left them battered. The building’s inside was the same: a huge vaulted chamber hung with brown tapestries so faded that any patterns had long since vanished. The floor was constructed of slabs of a metal resembling aluminum. While free of tarnish, countless feet had worn deep channels along the fairy folk’s paths. Raised tables of polished granite ran the length of the room. At only half a meter tall, they were an ideal height for wee people to kneel and eat the fruit heaped upon them.
Silken pillows clustered in the center of the chamber between the tables. I remember from “The Time Machine” that this is where the fairies slept huddled together. I shivered as it #registered that this was also where the Morlocks selected their meals from the helpless fae.
A broad mezzanine ran beneath the stained-glass windows. I would later discover that dilapidated stairs ascended to it.
I pointed to the balcony and spoke to Weena in pidgin English. “Sleep, you, me.” I used sign language to help.
She #laughed, nodded, and said, “Hurburth, foony.”
#TootFic #NMFic #TimeTravel #HistoricalFantasy #UrbanFantasy #Mythpunk #Serial #Sapphic #Slowburn
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#TimeTravelingGhost EP 12: Post 131, 1,802,701 CE, Middlesex, UK
#Wss366 Register #ScribesAndMakers Share something you've been working on this month. #TimeTravelAuthors 09/9. laugh
Weena led me into the building through an arch decorated with elaborate carvings of dancing nymphs and satyrs. Like everything else, time had left them battered. The building’s inside was the same: a huge vaulted chamber hung with brown tapestries so faded that any patterns had long since vanished. The floor was constructed of slabs of a metal resembling aluminum. While free of tarnish, countless feet had worn deep channels along the fairy folk’s paths. Raised tables of polished granite ran the length of the room. At only half a meter tall, they were an ideal height for wee people to kneel and eat the fruit heaped upon them.
Silken pillows clustered in the center of the chamber between the tables. I remember from “The Time Machine” that this is where the fairies slept huddled together. I shivered as it #registered that this was also where the Morlocks selected their meals from the helpless fae.
A broad mezzanine ran beneath the stained-glass windows. I would later discover that dilapidated stairs ascended to it.
I pointed to the balcony and spoke to Weena in pidgin English. “Sleep, you, me.” I used sign language to help.
She #laughed, nodded, and said, “Hurburth, foony.”
#TootFic #NMFic #TimeTravel #HistoricalFantasy #UrbanFantasy #Mythpunk #Serial #Sapphic #Slowburn
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The demo of "Spirit of the Camp" is going up, slowly. It's available on my website. Feedback is welcome.
The Itch.io page will be public when the description, screenshots, page design, and devlog are completely together. No promises when that'll be.
falsfiction.neocities.org/games /sotc/
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The demo of "Spirit of the Camp" is going up, slowly. It's available on my website. Feedback is welcome.
The Itch.io page will be public when the description, screenshots, page design, and devlog are completely together. No promises when that'll be.
falsfiction.neocities.org/games /sotc/
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The demo of "Spirit of the Camp" is going up, slowly. It's available on my website. Feedback is welcome.
The Itch.io page will be public when the description, screenshots, page design, and devlog are completely together. No promises when that'll be.
falsfiction.neocities.org/games /sotc/
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Bijou the #TimeTravelingGhost (2nd Edition)
Chapter 19 # EP 6: Late Jurassic Era, Lapin Island—The Lagoon
Holy moly! A pyramid of solid pink coral!
Tags: #TimeTravel #Fantasy #UrbanFantasy #HistoricalFantasy #LightNovel #Romance #Queer #Sappfic #Serial
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GMBC ep06 - The Great Hippo Heist: Exploring Sarah Gailey's Alternate History, River of Teeth #saragailey #americanhippo #althistory #heist #hippos #tasteofmarrow #historicalfantasy #cowboys #queerlit #queersff #novella #books #ttrpgpodcast https://www.k-squareproductions.com/gmbc
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Bijou the #TimeTravelingGhost (2nd Edition)
Chapter 18 EP 5: Late Jurassic Era, Swiss Highlands
Illuminati or Elder Races is not the choice you want to have.
Plus: #DinosaursTags: #TimeTravel #Fantasy #UrbanFantasy #HistoricalFantasy #LightNovel #Romance #Queer #Sappfic #Serial
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Bijou the #TimeTravelingGhost (2nd Edition)
Chapter 17 EP 5: Late #Jurassic Era, Swiss Lowlands
Back to the age of #dinosaurs.
Tags: #TimeTravel #Fantasy #UrbanFantasy #HistoricalFantasy #LightNovel #Romance #Queer #Sappfic #Serial
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Are you in Wyoming? Do you want to read my book for free? I’m in the Wyoming Virtual Library! https://virtuallibrary.overdrive.com/virtuallibrary-80-234/content/media/11081870
#bookstodon #vampirebooks #historicalfantasy #urbanfantasy @[email protected] @[email protected] @bookstodon
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Bijou the #TimeTravelingGhost (2nd Edition)
Chapter 15: EP 4: 1937, Gardner Island, Midnight
Bijou and Emily find Amelia Earhart.
Tags: #TimeTravel #Fantasy #UrbanFantasy #HistoricalFantasy #LightNovel #Romance #Queer #Sappfic #Serial #AmeliaEarhart
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Bijou the #TimeTravelingGhost (2nd Edition)
EP 4: 1937, Gardner Island, Early Night
Careless wishes get messy results.
Tags: #TimeTravel #Fantasy #UrbanFantasy #HistoricalFantasy #LightNovel #Romance #Queer #Sappfic #Serial #AmeliaEarhart
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Bijou the #TimeTravelingGhost (2nd Edition)
EP 3: 2025, Miskatonic University II (Skully’s Office)
Bijou and Emily learn the basics of time-travel before fleeing from ICE-Nine.
Tags: #TimeTravel #Fantasy #UrbanFantasy #HistoricalFantasy #LightNovel #Romance #Queer #Sappfic #Serial
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And this is what happens when your ambition outpaces your intention
#TheHeirsLair #Review #BookReview #Historical #Fantasy #HistoricalFantasy #HistoricalReview #FantasyReview #TheHussiteTrilogy #LightPerpetual #BookSky💙📚 #scififantasyspecfic
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The Southern Sorority of Superstitious Witches by Katie Ortiz
The title caught my attention. The story seemed fascinating, and as someone who wrote a YA novel set in about the same time period (that actually launched my entire fantasy world, even though I never p
https://readerbarn.com/the-southern-sorority-of-superstitious-witches-by-katie-ortiz/
#Fantasy #Fiction #Historical #WithSupernaturalElements #HistoricalFantasy #magic #Netgalley #SouthernFiction #suffrage #witches #WomensRights -
#TimeTravelingGhost EP 10: Post 95: 1191, Nicosia, Cyprus
#Wss366 Murmuration #TimeTravelAuthors 04/27. Message/moral of your story.
“Mágissa,” a male voice said next to my ear, and a breath heavy with garlic, wine, and rotting teeth washed over my face.
Time seemed to stop. Unable to turn my head, my eyes darted, looking for Emily. If I time-tripped without her, we might never meet again.
“Perímene,” a youthful voice commanded, and the knife relaxed a trifle. Then they fired off three sentences in rapid succession.
“Pois eisai?”
“Man anta?”
“Qui êtes-vous?”
The last was French for “Who are you?” and I replied in the same language, “We’re allies.”
I paused for a moment, considering my next sentence, lest I make a mistake.
Emily had taken my hand again, so I prepared to time-trip if I said the wrong thing.
We had asked to meet a friend, so I risked saying, “We are enemies of the Illuminati and the Templars.”
“You know of the Illuminated Ones and the demon lapan?” the youth replied.
The blade dug deeper, nicking into my throat.
“Some, but not much,” I replied.
“And you, spirit? Are you their enemy too? Speak truth, for I will know if you lie.”
Ignoring the trickle of blood where the knife had sliced me, I slowly turned my head to face the speaker. At the head of the table, beyond my captor, sat a slender figure in a long black robe. A black hood adorned with multiple crosses obscured their countenance.
“She doesn’t speak French,” I said. “So she can’t answer. But she is an ally too.”
“Why are you the Illuminated Ones enemy?” The questioner returned to me.
“Because they tried to kill me and because they work for tyrants. All their actions reek of evil. If you do not resist evil, then you are no better.”
“Afíste tous na fýgoun,” the youth said. The knife moved away from my throat as a #murmuration of protest arose around us.
#TootFic #MicroFiction #NMFic #TimeTravel #HistoricalFantasy #UrbanFantasy #Mythpunk #Serial #Slowburn #Yuri
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The Once and Future Witches "There's no such thing as witches. But there will be" Sale: $19.99 to $1.99 by Alix E. Harrow Rating: 4.4/5 (11,791 Reviews) #Witches #Suffrage #HistoricalFantasy #Feminism #Sisterhood #LGBTQ #Magic #BookSky
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The Once and Future Witches "Every woman draws a circle around herself. Sometimes she has to be the only thing inside it" Sale: $19.99 to $1.99 by Alix E. Harrow Rating: 4.4/5 (11,770 Reviews) #Witches #Suffrage #Sisterhood #HistoricalFantasy #LGBTQ #Feminism #BookSky
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#TimeTravelingGhost EP 7 Post 81: 12 May 1999: London
#Wss366 Sock #MastoPrompt Humble #TimeTravelAuthors 03/15. Does anyone have fun (or want to have fun) with time travel?
When Nostradamus spoke next, he had adopted the clipped accent of a Londoner. “I know you won’t take this advice, but you'd be better off enjoying your travels than meddling in divine affairs.”
“1900s Paris is lovely. You would enjoy it. The World's Fair was fabulous. Or how about settling into a #humble croft in Cornwall? You could enjoy the peace and quiet, not to mention the fresh country air. Or maybe somewhere more idyllic, like Tahiti before Captain Wallis arrived? I will say nothing of your visit here if you say nothing of what I have told you.”
I wanted to #sock his smug face. His advice amounted to, “Ignore the evil around you and have fun.”
Emily and I had discussed this several times, and enjoyed the pleasures of wherever we ended up. However, we wouldn’t let evil fester without at least trying to do something about it. After all, we were the “chosen ones.” In my words: “Fair may be foul and foul may be fair, but something stinks in Denmark.”
Rather than say that, I equivocated. “You might be right. We've discussed getting a villa in Versailles.”
“Prudent. While you're there, invest in some Monet or Tissot paintings before they become wildly famous. Though I warn you, 1789 is a terrible year.”
From the enslaved populace songs, chants and demands,
While princes and lords are held captive in prisons.
These will in the future by headless idiots
Be received as divine prayers.[Nostradamus, Les Prophéties, Quatrain I.14]
“Now, if you will excuse me, I have a consultation with the president of Sole Fruit,” the prophet said, waving toward the door.
#TootFic #MicroFiction #NMFic #UrbanFantasy #Mythpunk #TimeTravel #HistoricalFantasy #Serial
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Are you in Toronto? Do you want to read my book for free? The Toronto Public Library has it on Overdrive!
https://toronto.overdrive.com/media/11081870
#bookstodon #toronto #vampirebooks #historicalfantasy @[email protected] @[email protected] @bookstodon
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I’m looking for audiobook reviewers.
Do you love vampires with strong historical backstories? Do you love dual timelines? Do you love multi-narrator audiobooks?
You might love this!
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