Friday, 17 June 2016

Dreams and Disasters in 17th Century #Ireland @nancy_blanton



Ireland


 Rife with conflict, disaster, invention and sweeping change, there is not a century in history more fascinating and remarkable than the 17th.

In the words of J.P. Sommerville, University of Wisconsin history professor, the 17th century is…

“probably the most important century in the making of the modern world. It was during the 1600s that Galileo and Newton founded modern science; that Descartes began modern philosophy; that Hugo Grotius initiated international law; and that Thomas Hobbes and John Locke started modern political theory.”

At the same time, the century produced an unprecedented synergy of disaster, as described by Robert Burton in 1638:

“War, plagues, fires, inundations, thefts, murders, massacres, meteors, spectrums, prodigies, apparitions…and such like, which these tempestuous times affoord…”

And all of that during the first few decades.

Some historians believe the changes and difficulties of this century resulted in part from a global climate change. The “Little Ice Age,” extending from the 16th to 19th centuries, delivered a particularly cold interval in the mid-17th century.

England in the 1630s recorded great floods, widespread harvest failure, intense cold winters, wet and cold springs, and drought in summer so excessive that “the land and trees are despoiled of their verdure, as if it were a most severe winter.” Such conditions would have been seen in Ireland as well.


These natural forces so affected human activity as to upset the existing social, economic and political equilibrium. People facing cold, famine, and grave uncertainty are likely to behave in more desperate manner.

Ireland in particular faced considerable unrest as the lands, traditional clans and centuries-old way of life were forever altered.

Life in Ireland

In 1603, Queen Elizabeth I died, leaving her throne and kingdom to James I. Her military forces in Ireland had delivered a crushing blow to end the Desmond rebellion in the southwest province of Munster.


  The Desmond’s stronghold ~ Carrigafoyle Castlearians
~ was taken by the English forces in 1580.
 
The English saw Ireland as underutilized and ripe for exploitation. They sought to improve on Irish farming methods by settling their own more efficient farmers, and thereby increasing crown revenues. 



The Earl of Desmond was among the Irish gentry who held castles, manor houses and vast tracts of land. They were mostly of Norman or Saxon roots, descending from distinguished families or clans who had obtained grants from Henry II in the 12th century. They resented the crown’s efforts to take control of their long-held dominions and displace their Irish tenants: typically subsistence farmers who paid rents either in food or in coin from the goods they sold. Often these tenants lived in one-room houses constructed of mud and grass, with no windows and a single door that served as both the entry and chimney.

Lord Deputy Arthur Grey seemed to defeat Queen Elizabeth’s purpose with his cruelty and scorched earth tactics. He left the province devastated, little more than a wasteland that would require years to recover, and was later removed from his position for excessive brutality—but, he had cleared the way once and for all for English settlement.

In a land already compromised by drought, the remaining Irish faced terrible famine, plague, disease, homelessness and oppression. Lands that had been owned and passed down through generations by traditional clans, especially Irish Catholic, were confiscated and granted to English military officers as reward for their service. Survival for the Irish was tenuous and choices were few. Some restoration took place in the coming years, but a fury simmered below the obedient surface.

In 1625, Charles I succeeded his father and extended his policies, filling his treasury through increased taxation and monopolies to his favorites, and expanding plantation in Ulster. When civil war erupted in England, Irish clans welcomed the distraction. They organized and rebelled again, retaking confiscated lands and ousting the English settlers, often violently.


King Charles I

When Parliament was victorious in the civil war, it took control of England and all of its business, and shocked the monarchies of the world by executing King Charles in 1649.

Parliamentary army leader Oliver Cromwell now turned his attention to Ireland, cutting an unrelenting swath of brutality, destruction and death across the island. Towns were leveled, people massacred, and terror wrought with full force. One estimate claims 618,000 Irish deaths from fighting or disease—an astounding 41 percent of the pre-war population.


 Oliver Cromwell

Surviving Irish were relocated to rocky hills that served better for grazing sheep than growing crops. Some joined armies and fought in foreign wars; some became pirates. Some were sent to workhouses where they likely died; some escaped to colonies in America. Cromwell deported many to the West Indies where they perished from slave labor and tropical disease.



Irish Catholics were forced out of the Irish Parliament, while Catholic Mass and the Irish language were outlawed. Catholics were banned from holding office, Catholic clergy were expelled from the country, and Catholic landowners were stripped of their properties. An estimated one-third of the Irish-Catholic population was killed or deported. 



On the heels of this work, Cromwell was elevated to “Lord Protector,” England’s uncrowned king, and he established his famed Commonwealth. Oppression of Ireland was severe and would be seen by historians as genocide. But by the time of Cromwell’s death in 1658, England had tired of his Puritan influences, and his son proved a weak successor. Charles II was brought back from his exile in France and monarchy was restored. 


While somewhat kinder and more tolerant toward the Irish who had supported his return, including the Earl of Ormonde who had led the royalists in Irish Confederacy, the plantation of Ireland continued. Known as the Merry Monarch, Charles II restored some of the gaiety that had been lost to England, and smoothed the way for new thought, invention and discovery in the latter part of the century as the Age of Enlightenment was dawning.


 King Charles II

(Geoffrey Parker’s Global Crisis was a valuable source for this post)  


About the author


Nancy Blanton is the author of novels based primarily in Irish history. 

The Prince of Glencurragh, her second novel, is set in 1634 prior to the great rebellion of 1641. 


Her first novel, Sharavogue, won first place for historical fiction in Florida’s Royal Palm Literary Awards. Both books are available on amazon.com and barnesandnoble.com. Visit her at nancyblanton.com.

Wednesday, 15 June 2016

Guest Post - Author's Inspirations, David Meredith @DMeredith2013

David Meredith, is not stranger to this blog. Earlier on in the year David wrote a fantastic post about Fairy Tales- you can check it out here!  Today, he is here to talk about about his inspirations behind his latest book, The Reflections of Queen Snow White.

Let's take a look at the book.


What happens when "happily ever after" has come and gone?

On the eve of her only daughter, Princess Raven's wedding, an aging Snow White finds it impossible to share in the joyous spirit of the occasion. The ceremony itself promises to be the most glamorous social event of the decade. Snow White’s castle has been meticulously scrubbed, polished and opulently decorated for the celebration. It is already nearly bursting with jubilant guests and merry well-wishers. Prince Edel, Raven's fiancé, is a fine man from a neighboring kingdom and Snow White's own domain is prosperous and at peace. Things could not be better, in fact, except for one thing:
The king is dead.

The queen has been in a moribund state of hopeless depression for over a year with no end in sight. It is only when, in a fit of bitter despair, she seeks solitude in the vastness of her own sprawling castle and climbs a long disused and forgotten tower stair that she comes face to face with herself in the very same magic mirror used by her stepmother of old.

It promises her respite in its shimmering depths, but can Snow White trust a device that was so precious to a woman who sought to cause her such irreparable harm? Can she confront the demons of her own difficult past to discover a better future for herself and her family? And finally, can she release her soul-crushing grief and suffocating loneliness to once again discover what "happily ever after" really means?

Only time will tell as she wrestles with her past and is forced to confront The Reflections of Queen Snow White.
(Disclaimer: contains some violence and sexual content)

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The Macabre Origins of Faerie Tales and The Reflections of Queen Snow White


Once upon a time and happily ever after – these words are synonymous with the faerie tale genre. Just you name it – Snow White, Cinderella, Sleeping Beauty, The Little Mermaid – the version of these tales with which most of us are familiar all begin and end with these two phrases, and neatly encapsulate everything that they imply. The poor princess faces adversity. Then the handsome prince swoops in to save the day. They find love and life remains blissful ever after… at least in the Disney-variety retellings, that is…
However, most faerie tales in their original forms were not nearly so benign nor obviously the quintessential juvenile literary fare that we assume them to be these days. Most were dark, violent, and decidedly adult. It is this darkness that I have sought to capture and reintroduce in The Reflections of Queen Snow White, but let me take a moment to illustrate my point.
1.     In the original version of Little Red Riding Hood there is no Woodsman and Grandma does not make an appearance. Rather the wolf simply tricks Red into going the wrong way in the forest, kills her, and eats her… The end.
2.     Similarly, in the original version of Goldilocks and the Three Bears, the bears find Goldie in Baby Bear’s bed and summarily rip her to pieces.
3.     In the original Cinderella, she did in fact have animal friends, only these didn’t sew her a dress. Instead, the pigeons notice copious amounts of blood gushing from the glass slipper as the evil step sisters try it on (having previously cut off half their foot to make it fit) warned the prince, and pecked afore mentioned step-sisters’ eyes out leaving them lame, blind beggars for the rest of their lives.
4.     In the original Little Mermaid, the little mermaid character is convinced by her sisters to stab the prince to death in his sleep on his wedding night when he falls in love with and marries someone else and then dribble his blood over her feet to turn them back into a tale. (She chooses to die herself instead at the last minute and turns into sea foam).
5.     In the original version of Sleeping Beauty, the handsome prince does not wake her with a sweet kiss. Instead, he rapes her while she’s asleep, gets her pregnant (twice) and it is only when those children reach toddler age and one of them sucks on his mother’s finger (removing the magic splinter that caused the sleeping spell in the first place) that she awakens. She quickly discovers that the prince is in fact married already, but don’t worry! His wife is actually an “evil ogress” so it’s okay when they conspire to murder her. Then Sleeping Beauty lives happily ever after… married to her homicidal, rapist husband.
Originally, faerie tales were stories of folk wisdom and morality intended for adults, but because they were also popular with children many elements (especially overtly sexual aspects) were cut out - (for example in the original version of Rapunzel, the witch  discovers about the prince’s visits by asking Rapunzel why her clothes look so tight - implying that she is pregnant).  Furthermore, major revisions were made to the literary versions which have survived (as opposed to those of the oral tradition which have largely faded) to make them more kid-friendly (although it should be noted that a lot of earlier revisions, like the Victorian Grimm rewrite for example, actually made the stories more violent, especially when punishing the villain).
I have taken The Reflections of Queen Snow White back to those original adult origins to tell what is essentially a very human story about overcoming a childhood of abuse and neglect, coping with grief, and finding purpose again when “happily ever after” ends, as invariably it must for any who inhabit this mortal coil called existence. My take on the story attempts to see Snow White as a real and very complex human being who must surely have had some serious emotional trauma and psychological baggage after everything she had gone through.
One of the things I like best about faerie tales is that in spite of magic mirrors, glass shoes, and auric fiber-producing textile equipment, they are at their core intrinsically true. They are a stark distillation of human nature in all of its nobility and all of its malignity. They continue to persist in popularity expressly because the stark humanness of the characters and situations described therein touches something deep within us instilling an affection that borders on the primal. It is precisely these feelings of empathetic humanity that I have tried to tap into with The Reflections of Queen Snow White, and portray her as a battered woman of flesh and blood, rather than the saccharine sweet cartoon epitome of purity and beauty that popular media has reduced her to, who overcomes great tragedy and pain to build a life of joy and meaning for herself. I hope you all pick up a copy and enjoy!

Where can I buy this fabulous book?

About the author. 
               David Meredith is a writer and educator originally from Knoxville, Tennessee. He recieved both a Bachelor of Arts and a Master of Arts from East Tennessee State University, in Johnson City, Tennessee as well as a Tennessee State Teaching license. On and off, he spent nearly a decade, from 1999-2010 teaching English in Northern Japan, but currently lives with his wife and three children in the Nashville Area where he continues to write, teach English, and is pursuing his doctoral degree in educational leadership.
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Tuesday, 14 June 2016

Bede’s Ecclesiastical History Of the English People #amreading


I have been re-reading Bede’s Ecclesiastical History Of the English People ~ it gives me a bit of a break from proof-reading book 2 of The Du Lac Chronicles. And I thought I would share my favourite passage with you.

“The present life of man upon earth, O King, seems to me, in
comparison to that time which is unknown to us, like the swift flight of a sparrow through the room where you sit at supper in winter, with your commanders and ministers, with a good fire in the midst, while the storms of rain and snow rage outside. The sparrow, I say,
flying in at one door, and immediately out at another, while he is inside, is safe from the wintery storm; but after a short space of shelter, he immediately vanishes out of sight, into the dark winter from which he emerged. So this life of man appears for a short space, but of what went before, or what is to follow, we are utterly ignorant.”


I think that is the real challenge of any historical fiction writer ~ we can only hazard a guess of what life must have been like back then. We cannot truly understand it, because we were not there. Still, we all do our best.

If you have never read the works of Bede before, then I strongly recommend that you do. Maybe, just for a moment, you can be that sparrow and fly through his world.

Monday, 13 June 2016

Book Review ~ Dragon Knight's Shield @m_morganauthor


Dragon Knight’s Shield
Mary’s Morgan

“Is he always so exasperating?”

Angus could not fathom what she meant by the word, nor did he care.


Angus MacKay, leader of the Dragon Knights, failed his brothers and his clan upon the death of his sister. Now he must fight the darkness of despair tempting his soul. Back on Scottish soil, he comes face to face with Deirdre who can wield a sword as mightily as his warriors, and he takes her captive. Yet, with each passing day, the fire dragon inside him roars to claim the one woman fate has destined for him. Famed mystery writer, Deirdre Flanagan, is unprepared for the next chapter in her life. On a vacation to Scotland, she steps through the mists and enters into a skirmish alongside a Highlander. However, the fight has only begun, and now she must battle Angus as well as evil in order to claim the love of this Dragon Knight. Will their love be powerful enough to shield them from danger, or burn them to ashes?



What did I think of the book?

“They were an ancient order, descended from the great Tuatha Dé Danann, the Sidhe, or in simpler terms: the Fae. Half-human and half-fae, each was blessed with mystical powers. Given to them were holy relics from the Fae and guardianship over their dragons.”


It's hard being the first-born son. It is even more difficult when you are a Dragon Knight. Angus Mackay has failed his brothers, the Clan and his sister. He is racked with grief and guilt from his sisters death. He takes himself away from his beloved Scotland and makes his living travelling from one tournament to the next, but dark forces are plotting against him and his people. He has to put aside his guilt and seek redemption from the Fae.

Deirdre Flanagan has the greatest friends. For her thirty birthday, her friends present her with a voucher for a holiday in Scotland. If only she knew just where such a journey would take her.

Wow! What an adventure Mary Morgan has just taken me on. From modern day America to the ruggedness of Scotland in the Middle Ages, this book had it all. Romance. Betrayal. Guilt. Love. Hate. Fear. Redemption. And let’s not forget - time-travel!

Calling it a page-turner does not give this book enough credit. Once I started reading this book, I could not put it down. I stayed up until the early hours of the morning so that I could finish it – it is that kind of book.

Just to make things clear this is book 4 of a series, now I have not read the other books, and I was a little bit concerned before I started it that I wouldn't be able to pick up the story, but that wasn’t the case at all. Morgan didn’t go into vast amounts of detail retelling a story already told, but I felt she gives just the right information, to make the backstory clear, so I had a sense of what had come before.

I liked Deirdre. She goes from mystery writer to a warrior princess – thank goodness for all those martial art lessons back in America!  She is incredibly brave, and although she is initially shocked at being transported to a different time - and for a while she thinks it is all some elaborate re-enactment group that she has stumbled upon - she rises to the occasion and seems to make an unconscious decision to make the best of it. Likewise, Angus stole my heart. His guilt was so heartrending that I cried when I was reading about what had happened to him. He is this amazing warrior who tries to do what is right for his brothers and his Clan, but it didn’t work out the way he had hoped, and he really punishes himself for that. His journey to redemption is incredibly difficult, but so worth the read.

Lachlan is the perfect antagonist – he is a frightfully evil, power-obsessed, lunatic. I hated him – just thinking about him makes my skin crawl. I am going to stop thinking about him now!! (Shivers)

Morgan’s attention to detail has to be commended. She brought 13th Century Scotland back to life. From the harshness of the Highlands to the intrigue and danger at court, it was a vivid picture and historically very accurate.

If you love history, time-travel, romance and a great plot – then the Dragon Knight Series are the books for you. I am definitively going to be losing myself in this world again. I can’t recommend this book enough.

I Highly Recommend.


“This is like some damn romance novel,” she choked out.
 
Where can I purchase Dragon Knight's Shield?
Kobo 
About the author 
Scottish paranormal romance author, Mary Morgan resides in Northern California, with her own knight in shining armor. However, during her travels to Scotland, England, and Ireland, she left a part of her soul in one of these countries and vows to return. 
Mary's passion for books started at an early age along with an overactive imagination. She spent far too much time daydreaming and was told quite often to remove her head from the clouds. It wasn't until the closure of Borders Books where Mary worked that she found her true calling--writing romance. Now, the worlds she created in her mind are coming to life within her stories.
 

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Friday, 10 June 2016

Author Interview ~ D. J. Niko @djnikobooks


It is my very great pleasure to welcome historical mystery author,  
 D. J. Niko onto the blog today. Before we crack on with the interview, let’s take a quick look at Niko’s latest book.

The Judgment

 
965 BCE

Upon the death of his father, Solomon has been appointed king of the united monarchy of Israel and Judah and charged with building the Temple of the Lord in Jerusalem. He travels to Egypt to negotiate with Pharaoh Psusennes II for gold for the temple and to improve relations between the two nations. There he falls in love with the pharaoh’s beautiful daughter, Nicaule, and the two kings agree to an arranged marriage. Against her will, for she loves another, Nicaule follows her new husband to Israel.

Forty years later, Solomon’s empire is on the verge of collapse. Power has made him arrogant, permissive, and blind to the scheming of his wife and one of his lieutenants to topple the united monarchy. As the king’s faith falters and his people’s morals collapse, enemies gather at the gates of Israel. A visit from a mysterious queen restores Solomon’s perspective in time to save his soul—but it is too late to preserve his kingdom.

Someone who once was loyal to King Solomon has come back to claim the crown of Israel—and tear Solomon’s empire asunder.
 
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MY: Welcome to the blog! Could you tell us a little bit about your journey to becoming a published author.

DN: I’ve always been a writer, having started my career in journalism. As a journalist, I had travelled across the globe on assignment (and on personal adventures), so I used my experiences as a fiction platform. Also a lover of ancient history (I am Greek, after all), I combined the two passions to write historical thrillers. It was a bit of a rocky start, since I didn’t know what I was doing. But after many revisions and rejections, my first manuscript was bought by a wonderful publisher who then wanted to turn the stories into a series. That’s how The Sarah Weston Chronicles was born.

MY:  What does your average ‘writing day’ look like?

DN: I’m afraid there’s no such thing as average in my house, since I have twin 7-year-olds and a great many demands. I try to rise early (4 a.m. most days!) and work while my house is quiet. But it doesn’t always work out.

MY: It sounds like you have your hands full! I have four children so I know what that is like!! Are there any authors that you particularly admire? And if so, why?

DN: I’m a big fan of Wilbur Smith. Partly because I’ve spent a great deal of time in Africa, where many of his novels are set, and can relate to his content. But he’s also an excellent storyteller.

MY:  What are you currently working on?

DN: The fourth novel in The Sarah Weston Chronicles. It takes place in the American West and takes readers deep into Native American legend, mythology, and spirituality, while weaving in current-day issues such as land disputes and human rights. This new book (untitled as of yet) will also involve a young adult voice in addition to Sarah’s, which I hope will give readers a new perspective.

MY:  If you could give advice to an aspiring author, what would it be?

DN: Write every day, improve your craft, and don’t give up too easily. Every rejection gets you closer to a “yes.”

MY: Authors are often portrayed as being cat owners who drinks a lot of  coffee. Is this true for you?

DN: Well, I do have a cat (here she is). As for coffee, I pretty much think it’s a gift from the gods.



MY: She is so sweet!! What does ‘perfect’ day look like?

DN: Being somewhere quiet, preferably outdoors with a great view, with my laptop, uninterrupted for eight hours straight. There would have to be the opportunity for long walks in nature to clear my head, and, at the end of the day, a glass of good wine.

MY:  Sounds perfect! What is your biggest vice?

DN: I’m a bit of a research junkie, so I sometimes overthink things. I often have to tell myself to just write, already!

MY: If you could meet anyone from the past, who would it be and why?

DN: This is kind of a tough one—so many possibilities! I’d probably want to meet one of the great British explorers, such as Mary Kingsley, to hear about the world’s great places before they were trampled by man.

MY: Where do you see yourself in five years?

DN: I can’t imagine it will be much different than it is today. Even with increased success, which hopefully will come in time, one must keep writing.
 
MY: Last question…could you possible share an extract of The Judgement with us?

DN: It would be my pleasure.

Excerpt from THE JUDGMENT (released May 2016)

Night came swiftly to the valley of Jezreel. Basemath sat on a worn carpet on the ground of her prison-tent, knees gathered to her chest. Even in spring, the night’s breath was frigid as it blew across the open valley. A chill traveled down her spine, as much a response to the cold as to the fate that awaited her.

Though it would have offered her comfort, she refused the blanket that had been placed in the tent for her use. She recognized the coarse weave of the wool, striped in faded blue and violet and fringed on the ends, as the work of her people. She wondered which house Shoshenq’s men had pillaged and from whose bed they had plucked it. She imagined the inhabitants, ordinary folk judging by the quality of their textiles, being driven from their house, if they survived at all, scattering from their towns like ants, frightened and stripped of everything. She viewed the stolen blanket as a symbol of their suffering and left it be, for accepting it would feel like a betrayal.

She was grateful for this: her bindings had been cut. She pushed the long trumpet sleeve of her gown back and regarded the bloodied skin of her wrists, scraped raw by the jute. It stung no more than the humiliation of being taken prisoner. 

The tent of her captivity was barely big enough for four people to stand upright, shoulder to shoulder. It was made of woven goat hair strips that had been stitched together to make a broad cloth and secured to the ground with wooden pegs. A branch of olive wood held up the ceiling. A meager flame burning in a clay saucer lamp flickered against the tent walls, casting long shadows in the semidark.

Basemath heard a man clear his throat outside her tent and realized she was being guarded. Her face tightened. This was a foil to her plan to exit the tent in the thick of night and search for her daughter. Even if it cost her life, she was determined to save Ana’s. The thought of her precious child in that heathen’s hands ignited a fury she did not recognize in herself. Anger and violence were not her way. But if it came to that, she would disembowel the Egyptian before seeing him strip the girl of her purity.

She inhaled deeply to let the rage simmer down. She needed her wits about her. She stood and walked to the flap covering the tent door. She peered through a slit and gazed at the sky. The full moon hung low above the horizon; she was facing east. She parted the fabric ever so slightly, hoping her movements would go undetected.

It was a fool’s hope. The guard noticed right away and pointed his spear at her, barking something in a dialect she did not recognize. He was a tall man of great girth, whose eyes shone with a murderous glint.

She did not retreat. “My thirst is great. I want a cup of water.”

He jabbed the air with his spear, urging her back inside. 


She stood her ground, staring into his eyes, two obsidian marbles that seemed devoid of intelligence. “Bring me water.”


The tip of his spear touched her ribs. He spat out more words. When again she did not move, he twisted the spear.


She heard the linen of her gown rip and felt a sting. She glanced down and saw blood seeping slowly from the flesh wound. “You are godless,” she hissed in Hebrew. 

“He is merely carrying out orders.” A male voice came from the shadows. 

Basemath was surprised to hear Hebrew spoken in the enemy camp. She watched the guard’s reaction to the invisible intruder. He didn’t flinch. 

“Who are you?” she asked, uneasy. “Show your face.”

He stepped into view. In the blackness of night, she could make out the lines of his halug, the long tunic that identified him as an Israelite. The decorations on the garment—a metal belt cinching the waist and embroidered trim along the sleeves, hem, and neckline—betrayed his status. She could barely see his face.

“Hello, Princess.” He edged forward. “It has been long years since we last met.”

Basemath froze when she realized who stood before her. There had been rumblings about the traitor’s return to Israel after he had been driven out of the country for masterminding a rebellion against her father. She attempted to speak, but the words were trapped in the cage of shock.

“Aren’t you going to greet your future king?

 

Where can I purchase The Judgment?

Where can I purchase The Sarah Weston Chroincles series?
Amazon 




About the author

D. J. Niko is the pseudonym for Daphne Nikolopoulos, an award-winning journalist, author, editor, and lecturer who has spent her entire adult life traveling the world. As a former travel writer and zealous adventurer, she has visited remote spots on six continents, many of which have inspired her archaeological thriller series, The Sarah Weston Chronicles, as well as her historical novel, The Judgment. She was born and raised in Athens, Greece, and now resides in Florida with her family.
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