tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-51356936679423837172024-03-13T21:30:31.607-07:00The Mystery CatsBlog website of mystery authors Molly MacRae and Sarah WissemanAuthorshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08045967521762903774noreply@blogger.comBlogger11125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5135693667942383717.post-90005523234734428822012-02-08T19:57:00.000-08:002012-02-08T19:57:21.300-08:00Mystery Cats at Book Fair Saturday March 10, 2012The Mystery Cats will appear at the News Gazette's East Central Illinois Book Fair Saturday March 12 at Lincoln Square in Urbana, from 10 to 5 pm. Come meet the authors, participate in seminars, and check out our books plus those of many other authors! Beginning at 11 am, there are several writer seminars:<br />
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<div style="background-color: white; font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 14px;"><strong>Writers Seminars</strong> - $10/seminar<br />
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11:00 to Noon<br />
Writing local history<br />
Presented by Dannel McCollum</div><div style="background-color: white; font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 14px;">12:30 to 1:30 p.m.<br />
Character Development in Fiction Writing<br />
Presented by Maureen Holtz & John Palen<br />
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2 to 3 p.m.<br />
Tips for Writing a Memoir<br />
Presented by Robert Switzer & Casey Diana<br />
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3:30 to 4:30 p.m.<br />
Publishing options: traditional, self-publishing, e-publishing and more.<br />
Presented by Sarah Wisseman and Molly MacRae</div><div style="background-color: white; font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 14px;"><br />
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More information <a href="http://www.news-gazette.com/bookfair">here</a>Authorshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08045967521762903774noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5135693667942383717.post-17508161564833419592010-09-15T15:29:00.001-07:002010-09-15T15:32:06.379-07:00Transitions...by Sarah Wisseman<div class="MsoNormal">Birth, wedding, death—all of these events have made up our “biblical” summer. It began with the death of my husband’s mother, a gentle Southern lady with a core of steel. This is a huge loss, not only for my husband and his three siblings and all the grandkids, but to me who thought of Jane as the best possible mother-in-law. She welcomed me unreservedly when I married her son, made me her daughter, chuckled and cried with us at our children’s escapades. I am desolate at her passing but infinitely grateful that she was part of my life.</div><div class="MsoNormal"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal">The “wedding” was my daughter’s, only it was not called a wedding, and it felt more like a church service than an event that celebrated family. But it was still special, leaving indelible memories of food and flowers and love and laughter. Now we anticipate the birth of our first grandchild any day now, and I wait with half-held breath in case there’s another event in store for us, such as a flood or fire or surprise of biblical proportions. </div><div class="MsoNormal"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal">All these transitions are perfectly normal, yet they produce unexpected swings of emotion and sleeplessness because change is never comfortable. When the emotions have been assimilated, I may be able to writer better, or at least more honestly. My characters may deepen. As in other times of change, I turn to writers who express feelings better than I possibly can. This time I chose <a href="http://www.madeleinelengle.com/books/">Madeleine L’Engle:</a> her not-just-for-teenagers <i>Wrinkle in Time</i> and <i>Meet the Austins</i> and <i>The Young Unicorns</i> affect me like comfort food. Why? Because her families and the loving circles they make remind me of where I came from, and what I hope I created with my own children. And the grandchild to come will just expand the circle.</div>Authorshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08045967521762903774noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5135693667942383717.post-5399592173219579172010-09-08T09:29:00.000-07:002010-09-08T09:29:09.623-07:00Indulging in Armchair Travel…by Sarah Wisseman<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RUeEgoz_4Jc/TIe5o44uOhI/AAAAAAAAAFA/A_kglQA2NgY/s1600/DeadSeaCdxCOVER.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RUeEgoz_4Jc/TIe5o44uOhI/AAAAAAAAAFA/A_kglQA2NgY/s320/DeadSeaCdxCOVER.jpg" /></a></div><div class="MsoNormal">When I began to write my second mystery, “The Dead Sea Codex,” I realized that I didn’t really want to go back to Israel and risk being blown up by a suicide bomber. So I cheated; I stayed home in Illinois. I used today’s virtual magic carpet, the Internet. Lucky me—I avoided the purgatory of crowded airports and multiple gas-powered vehicles to traverse oceans and time zones only to arrive sleep-deprived, sweat-stained, and thoroughly grumpy. Instead, I lounged around in my pajamas and sipped hot chocolate while dragging out all my old textbooks, diaries, and pictures from my Junior Year Abroad.</div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="mso-tab-count: 1;"> </span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="mso-tab-count: 1;"></span>As a visiting archaeology student at Tel Aviv University in the 1970s, I feasted on the exotic. I tasted <i>shwarma</i> (roasted lamb) and six kinds of yogurt, joined an international excavation at biblical Beersheba in the Negev desert, swam across the Sea of Galilee with a hundred other people, and was adopted by a wonderful Israeli family with Russian and Romanian roots.</div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="mso-tab-count: 1;"> </span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="mso-tab-count: 1;"></span>But these memories are out-of-date. What does the Israeli architecture look like now? Is my memory of palm trees and cacti in urban settings accurate? How do you make hummus and tahini dip? What is the name of the female version of the long garment Arab men wear? I found all these things on the Web, as well as listings of current restaurants with their street names, signature dishes, and local beers. To supplement my virtual findings, I purchased a brand-new travel guide to Israel, dug out my Hebrew grammar book, and reread Dan Brown’s “The Da Vinci Code” and several related books on the Gnostic Gospels, and watched movies set in the Middle East.</div><div class="MsoBodyText" style="line-height: normal;"><br />
</div><div class="MsoBodyText" style="line-height: normal;">Creating an exotic setting without going there in the flesh isn’t easy, but it is possible. I created a notebook for my novel, complete with hand-drawn maps of the area around Jerusalem and the Dead Sea, a historical timeline, phrases of Arabic and Hebrew that my characters would hear and speak, and cutout photographs of models that resembled the physical description of my heroine, archaeologist and museum curator Lisa Donahue.<span style="mso-tab-count: 1;"> </span></div><div class="MsoBodyTextIndent" style="line-height: normal;"><br />
</div><div class="MsoBodyTextIndent" style="line-height: normal;">Using the Internet and other media does not mean that I’ve given up travel. A recent trip to Egypt proved that no computer screen or video footage quite captures the smelly and precarious experience of riding a camel or the enormity of the pillars of Karnak. Those experiences formed the core of my fourth novel, “The House of the Sphinx.”</div><div class="MsoNormal"><br />
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So, here you go, in alphabetical order by author, with only a few side comments to bog you down - books I loved this year in three categories.<br />
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<b>Adult Mysteries, mostly on the cozy side:</b><br />
<i>The Poisoning in the Pub </i>by Simon Brett<br />
<i>State of the Onion </i>by Julie Hyzy<br />
<i>The Ghost and Mrs. McClure </i>by Alice Kimberly<br />
<i>A Bad Day for Sorry </i>by Sophie Littlefield (I need to get my hands on <i>A Bad Day for Pretty</i>)<br />
<i>The Desert Hedge Murders </i>by Patricia Stoltey<br />
<i>Three Bags Full </i>by Leonie Swann (sheep!) <br />
<i>Veil of Lies </i>by Jeri Westerson (Medieval noir)<br />
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<b>Graphic Novels </b><br />
<i>Britten and Brulightly </i>by Hannah Berry (Brulightly is a teabag)<br />
<i>Grandville </i>by Bryan Talbot (Steampunk)<br />
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<b>Young Adult / Juvenile </b>(I work in the kids' department of the public library)<br />
<i>The Postcard </i>by Tony Abbott<br />
<i>Into the Dark</i> by Peter Abrahams (every book in the series is a gem)<br />
<i>Freddy the Detective </i>by Walter R. Brooks (Published in 1932. Freddy is a pig who reads Sherlock Holmes.) <br />
<i>The Graveyard Book </i>by Neil Gaiman (Newbery Medal winner)<br />
<i>43 Old Cemetery Road: Dying to Meet You </i>by Kate Klise (epistolary) <br />
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What have <i>you </i>been reading?Authorshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08045967521762903774noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5135693667942383717.post-66710980410686035602010-09-01T08:12:00.000-07:002010-09-01T08:12:29.039-07:00Layers of Mystery...by Sarah Wisseman<h3><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">My life is composed of layers. Layers of personal stuff (family, husband, children, cats), interests (painting, drawing, and gardening) and two jobs. In my day job, I’m an </span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"><a href="http://www.isas.illinois.edu/atam/aboutatam/wisseman.html"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">archaeological scientist</span></a></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"> at the University of Illinois. Our interdisciplinary program explores how science can help archaeologists and art curators decipher their artifacts by examining layers of composition, technology, provenance, and dating.</span></span></h3>My other job is mystery writing. Gradually I'm excavating my own life to unearth situations and characters that will make good mysteries. These include creepy old attic museums—digs in Israel, Italy, and Nevada—peculiar academic characters that morph into murderers (or murderees!).<br />
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Like an archaeological dig, a good mystery is constructed in layers: the top layer, or stratum, is what the reader sees and where the main story takes place. A couple of strata down is where the villain hangs out, plotting and planning away, occasionally rising to the surface like a misplaced artifact in an ancient garbage pit.<br />
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Garbage pits definitely loom large in an archaeologist's life because stratigraphy is rarely orderly. People in the past were always digging holes to lay a foundation trench, bury something (or someone), or to hide some garbage before constructing a new floor.<br />
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Personalities have layers too, and it's the job of writers to reveal the layers in their characters in ways that move the story along. And everyone has a garbage pit--the family traumas from the past, the dysfunctional relationships of the present. Garbage, like compost, can provide rich beginnings for new stories.<br />
For a longer article on this topic, visit the free ezine, <a href="http://www.mystericale.com/index.php?issue=091&body=file&file=layers.htm">Mysterical-E</a>.<br />
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My answers to any of those questions vary according to the day and what I'm working on, though I rarely listen to vocals when I'm writing. I find that even if I don't know what the members of <a href="http://www.runrig.co.uk/">Runrig</a> are singing in Gaelic, I'll make up my own words and sing anyway. It doesn't bother <i>them</i>, but it keeps me from getting much done. When I'm writing a short story I often listen continuously to the same piece of music or CD. Does that somehow help the story have a consistent voice? I don't know, but it hasn't seemed to hurt. <br />
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Another question I like is what do your <i>characters </i>listen to? In <i>Lawn Order</i>, Margaret Welsh has a shoebox full of CDs she plays for background music in her bookstore. One of the CDs is <i>The Gaelic Collection </i>by Runrig. She enjoys joining the band with her own words as much as I do. A CD Margaret only recently discovered is <i>Yours Truly </i>by <a href="http://www.nataliemacmaster.com/">Natalie MacMaster</a>. (It came out in 2006 but Margaret isn't always on top of anything other than her book business.) Although it doesn't say so in the book, Margaret two-steps to <a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ZdHR12lPcgI">"Volcanic Jig"</a> from <i>Yours Truly </i>in the after hours dance scene on page 250.<br />
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I'm in the beginning chapters of a new project and don't know, yet, what kinds of music these new characters listen to. I get the feeling a few of them listen to stuff I ordinarily avoid. Such a shame, but it takes all kinds - of characters and music. It'll be fun sorting it all out along the way.Authorshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08045967521762903774noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5135693667942383717.post-34998159439362480042010-08-27T07:48:00.000-07:002010-08-27T07:50:16.311-07:00RESEARCH IS A TRIP by Sarah Wisseman<div class="MsoNormal">I’m taking a voyage—into the past. To Prohibition era central Illinois, when speakeasies and blind pigs flourished in my hometown of Champaign-Urbana and bootleggers were kings. My fifth novel stars a physician who’s also an amateur archaeologist, his German wife, and a flapper daughter. The research is time-consuming but fun: I’ve taken historical tours of theaters and banks downtown, rummaged through archives on paper and online, and reread F. Scott Fitzgerald with a whole new slant.</div><div class="MsoNormal"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="tab-stops: right 6.0in;">I expected to write another archaeological novel, but instead I am embroiled in fascinating ways to make, dispense, and transport bootleg liquor. Pool halls that morph into bars with the touch of a lever, home parlors where hooch is poured down tubes by ten-year-old proprietors, and drinking joints disguised as laundries, bookstores, smithies, and lawyer’s offices. I’d be tempted to try some of the recipes, only that involves using lead-lined radiators, wood alcohol, embalming fluid, and all sorts of unregulated additives!</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="tab-stops: right 6.0in;"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="tab-stops: right 6.0in;">We used to live in Cincinnati, a fascinating town with a rich history. Recently I stumbled upon an online chapter of a book, <i>Brother, Can You Spare a Drink? </i>by Allen Singer: <a href="http://www.allensedge.com/prohibition.html">http://www.allensedge.com/prohibition.html</a>. Wonderful stuff! I especially like the booze tube covered with a throw rug and artistically strewn schoolbooks…Thank you, Allen.</div>Authorshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08045967521762903774noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5135693667942383717.post-42080280156803100932010-08-22T18:50:00.000-07:002010-08-24T13:59:40.548-07:00Write What You Hear . . .by Molly MacRae<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RUeEgoz_4Jc/THHN-EhQtwI/AAAAAAAAAEo/KCpffW5PP4s/s1600/Missing+Something+cropped_50%25.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RUeEgoz_4Jc/THHN-EhQtwI/AAAAAAAAAEo/KCpffW5PP4s/s320/Missing+Something+cropped_50%25.jpg" /></a></div>The characters wandering around in my head don't talk to me. Maybe they would if I approached them, but I prefer to eavesdrop. They chatter to each other and I have the enviable position of being the fly on the wall. Although, as this all happens inside my skull, maybe that image doesn't quite work. Anyway, they're alive and yakking around up there and that's fine by me. <br />
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Margaret, Bitsy, and Leona are especially entertaining as they snipe and maneuver around each other. They seem to have a fondness for interrupting while I'm cooking supper. Are they clamoring for my attention? I don't <span id="goog_1934931570"></span><span id="goog_1934931571"></span>know, but as I always stop to transcribe their conversations, their gabbing often leads to setting dinner on the table later than I intended or to snatching a dish from the jaws of the oven in the split second before it's too late. <br />
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I don't know what part of my brain my characters inhabit, but they offer comfortable, witty, contemplative, sometimes confrontational, and always imaginative conversations. Distracting though they are, it's great fun listening to them and I hope they never move out. <br />
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(Illustration - copyright Hank Blaustein - from the short story "Missing Something" in <a href="http://www.themysteryplace.com/">Alfred Hitchcock Mystery Magazine</a>, May 2000.)Authorshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08045967521762903774noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5135693667942383717.post-35487524722815374082010-08-18T13:29:00.000-07:002010-08-24T14:00:15.729-07:00IS SOMEONE WATCHING ME? by Sarah Wisseman<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RUeEgoz_4Jc/SwqrMRb5GiI/AAAAAAAAAC4/1fzgb_WxxF4/s1600/sphinx.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RUeEgoz_4Jc/SwqrMRb5GiI/AAAAAAAAAC4/1fzgb_WxxF4/s320/sphinx.jpg" width="212" /></a></div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse; font-family: arial,sans-serif; font-size: 13px;">My husband Charlie, a retired pathologist, is a ghoul. On an airplane from Luxor to Cairo, Egypt, I told him I had a new plot for an archaeological mystery, <i>The House of the Sphinx</i>. He listened to my ideas for skullduggery set in the Temple of Luxor and the fabulous site of Karnak. “Fine,” he said. “But what about adding a little bioterrorism?”</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse; font-family: arial,sans-serif; font-size: 13px;"><br />
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</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse; font-family: arial,sans-serif; font-size: 13px;">Some research can make you paranoid. As I googled how to turn frozen smallpox virus into a stable, disease-transmitting powder, I wondered if other people were tracking my Internet use. Would someone show up on my doorstep to investigate me as a terrorist? Would being a mystery writer be a good enough excuse to get me off the hook? It didn’t happen, but I discovered my own ghoulish tendencies in my fascination with the history of one of the deadliest diseases in human history.</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse; font-family: arial,sans-serif; font-size: 13px;"><br />
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</span></span>Authorshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08045967521762903774noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5135693667942383717.post-84603012147769700122010-08-18T12:31:00.000-07:002010-08-24T14:00:41.667-07:00Lawn Order coming in December 2010! by Molly MacRae<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RUeEgoz_4Jc/TGwNz5EsvCI/AAAAAAAAAEM/47kQgdWCZYY/s1600/LawnOrderFrontcompressed15%25.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RUeEgoz_4Jc/TGwNz5EsvCI/AAAAAAAAAEM/47kQgdWCZYY/s320/LawnOrderFrontcompressed15%25.jpg" width="207" /></a></div><br />
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Lawn Order, a tale of southern sisters and poisoned pigeons, is Margaret & Bitsy's debut novel. Margaret & Bitsy have been entertaining readers since 1990 in <a href="http://www.themysteryplace.com//">Alfred Hitchcock Mystery Magazine</a>.Authorshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08045967521762903774noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5135693667942383717.post-41023321407056021562009-11-22T13:52:00.000-08:002009-11-22T16:56:58.840-08:00WHY I WRITE MYSTERIES by Sarah Wisseman<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RUeEgoz_4Jc/Swmzj2IEtpI/AAAAAAAAAAU/6vdeNSCreHE/s1600/TheFallofAugustus_96dpi.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RUeEgoz_4Jc/Swmzj2IEtpI/AAAAAAAAAAU/6vdeNSCreHE/s320/TheFallofAugustus_96dpi.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5407050256041162386" border="0" /></a><br /><p class="MsoNormal">I grew up in a house full of readers where everyone’s favorite pastime was to gather around the fireplace and read, talk about books, or read aloud from books such as<i> The</i> <i>Hound of the Baskervilles. </i>Gradually I became aware that some of my parents’ favorite books were mysteries, but I didn’t really understand <i>why</i> until I started to write one.</p> <p class="MsoNormal"> Traditional mysteries are layered puzzles, like archaeological digs. The best ones are rich in character and setting, hard to put down but satisfying to finish because (usually) evil is contained and chaos is tamed. Such stories offer a welcome respite from daily life, where bad guys thrive and events and personalities are usually messier and more complicated than in fiction. </p> <p class="MsoNormal"> I like layers and puzzles—that’s not surprising, since I am an archaeologist at the University of Illinois in my “day job.” Although I no longer shovel much dirt myself, I spend many hours reconstructing the history of excavated objects with incomplete information, much like a detective trying to ferret out clues when suspects refuse to talk.</p> <p class="MsoNormal"> My heroine, Lisa Donahue, is an archaeologist and museum curator with a background suspiciously like my own. She works in a Boston museum that resembles a dusty labyrinth and deals with layered complications in her job—difficult bosses, jealous colleagues—and in her personal life—a troubled stepson and an overworked, oblivious husband. </p> <p class="MsoNormal"> In my most recent mystery, <i>The Fall of Augustus</i> ( October 2009), Lisa’s museum loses two directors in quick succession in the middle of a nightmarish move to a new building. The first director is crushed by a falling statue and the second turns up as a mummy. The plot layers include the machinations of a vicious woman—the sort of villain we all love to hate—the theft of valuable Celtic artifacts, and the rocky relationship between Lisa’s best friend, Ellen, and their oversexed colleague, Dylan. </p> <p class="MsoNormal"> Hopefully, as the reader “digs” into my mystery, she will enjoy excavating layered personalities as well as occasional esoteric facts about Greek vases and Egyptian mummification.<span> </span>The tricky part for me was embedding those facts deep into the plot so they become essential clues to the murders, like Roman coins found six feet under that help an archaeologist date an entire civilization.</p> <p class="MsoNormal"> If I’ve done my job as a writer, I’ve created something like an excavation-in-a-box for public schools: a rich micro-environment full of clues and quandaries—easy enough to reconstruct, complex enough to serve as a setting for future stories. </p>Authorshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08045967521762903774noreply@blogger.com0