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The Peacock's Roar by Francesca Quarto
The Peacock's was a life of privilege, strutting the zoo grounds like the King, on a Progress. His wealth of colorful feathers, never failed to amaze visitors, lucky enough to see them unfurled. Without notice, except for a scratchy sounding roar, his...
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The Road Trip by Francesca Quarto
The vacation was well-planned, down to the snacks and number of possible rest stops. The big Dodge Ram truck was stuffed like a Christmas turkey on wheels. Suitcases, coolers, electronics totes and sundry items needed for the man's hunting foray, were...
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Creating Chaos by Francesca Quarto
She suspected giving birth would be no easy matter. There was after all, the matter of extreme pain, something she was loath to inflict upon herself. Then, of course, the matter of stretching one's perfect body to accommodate the ever-growing offspring,...
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The Christmas Kiss by Francesca Quarto
The darkness closed around her like a fist. She felt her heart racing, pumping as hard as her legs, as she ran through the woods. Her old leather boots caught on exposed tree roots and low, creeping vines, causing her to trip several times. She wiped...
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Your Time Is Up by Francesca Quarto
2nd January, 1900 My name is Detective Inspector, Martin O'Mally, Cork Constabulary. This report pertains to the disappearance of one Harold Pickery, Number 8, Creek Way, New Mill , Country Cork, Ireland. My investigation reached its conclusion a fortnight...
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And Now, This by Francesca Quarto
If you follow magicmomentsmysteriescom.over-blog.com or have ever dropped in to check out my rather quirky tales, I need your input! Would you like to see a compilation of these stories in soft-cover and/or e book format? They'd all, naturally, be edited...
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Winter Eyes by Francesca Quarto
His world was covered in a crisp, white blanket of snow. There were no footprints, no animal tracks, no desecration of yellow to mar its pristine face. Thom was a trapper of sorts. He never trapped to kill, or sell the pelts of the beautiful animals he...
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The Empty Chair by Francesca Quarto
Fernella Osborne was a stiff woman. Wealth guaranteed her place in society, that is, the strata of society where she existed. It was only by sheer happenstance that she had to deal with the likes of me. I'm as far removed from the rarefied air breathed...
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The Hidden Cost of Love by Francesca Quarto
You may be tempted to view this story as yet another of my works of imagination, rather than the cautionary tale it's meant to be. I've exposed for you, the hidden cost of love, but your opinions or critiques will be of little concern to me. Just as they...
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Dead Mail by Francesca Quarto
There's no turning back, not now, not ever. My training kicked in, as this mantra pounded through my head, jarring me as badly as the impact of my boots on the hard-packed dirt. I'd already come more than half-way and if the pack of feral dogs, hadn't...
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A Garden to Die For by Francesca Quarto
" It's absolutely beyond beautiful, Meg!" gushed one of the Mornay twins. Meg couldn't tell them apart, so she merely smiled and bowed her head demurely. Meg Randall was hosting the 'The Mississippi Bountiful Gardens Society' at her country estate. This...
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Love's Trap by Francesca Quarto
Thom Love was an unusually clever twenty-five-year old. Even as a young boy on the fast and furious streets of Brooklyn, in 1911, he was considered a sharp kid. He had a reputation for always besting the local gang of bullies. After years as the avenging...
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An Angel For Chewy by Francesca Quarto
When Chewy first came into our life, I was not charmed by his puppyish ways to say the least! He barked and whined most of that summer night, after my step-daughter dropped him off in our backyard. He wanted inside with us and I wanted him and his yowling...
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Little White Lies by Francesca Quarto
"August, 10, 1951. Interview with Mr. Charlie Poke, of Knuckle Lake, Arkansas. You may begin, your story, sir." "Ahem. I'm ninety-two now, and my memories are kinda blurred, like looking for fish through frozen pond water. Mostly, they begin as a five...
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As Good As A Blind Man's Candle by Francesca Quarto
"Ah, yes. There's a story to be told this night, but are you all certain you have the steel in you to hear it?" The men regarded Patrick with sly looks, trying to judge the Englishman's sincerity in the matter of a promised Halloween Tale. The six rough...
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The Secret Life of A Writer by Francesca Quarto
It isn't Magic, though I do lots of Magic in my books. After all, my series' heroine, or main character if you prefer, is a Celtic Wizard! Instead of waving a wand over a computer, writing a book, or poem, or short story, well, even a letter, an occurrence...
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The Servant's Tale by Francesca Quarto
There was no doubt in his mind. He had found the entrance to the treasure caves used by the famous Lord of the R ealm- turned Pirate, Sir Creighton March. He'd been obsessed with locating the storied site of fabulous jewels and uncounted coin, for over...
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The Trench by Francesca Quarto
"I don't see how you can help save me from the gallows, Penbrook. My story has been recounted in every yellow rag... even turned into one of those cheap Penny Dreadful serials, I'm told. The publisher is just waiting for the last chapter to be written,...
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Living In the Time of Plague by Francesca Quarto
By now, there isn't a soul connected to the world news in one way or another, who isn't aware that we are living in perilous times. A strange killer has been harvesting lives among the populations of the world. The scythe in its grip sweeps back and forth...
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The Last Ride Home by Francesca Quarto
"There's really no reason to follow me," Miranda said firmly to her friend. "Honestly, Betsy. I'll be fine. My car is just temperamental in this kind of weather. Some oil must have splashed onto the hot engine over these bumpy roads. Get out of this rain...
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Killing the Last Hero: A Prologue by Francesca Quarto
How I came to be the unofficial biographer for the life and times of Patrice Amundi is for another story entirely. For now, I am simply concerned with telling you about the last hero of our hard won Revolution. Though our country is barely a speck on...
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Me, Wicked and the Dark Angel by Francesca Quarto
"My story starts out with me, Wicked and the Dark Angel. But before I launch into my tale, let me say, here and now, Wicked is my mischievous baby sister. I've been watching over her now...well...since I started robbing banks and shooting folks at fifteen,...
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The Stars Are Dying by Francesca Quarto
Captain's Log: HMS Star Chaser Twenty-ninth Cycle, Year of Apocalypse, Galileo Sea There is little time to do more than mark our identity here and the date of The Ultimate Cataclysmic Event. No time to list the names of my crew, who having served His...
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And Now, A Plague by Francesca Quarto
"It won't just drop into your lap, you know? You have to put some effort and energy into it! And since you are the laziest man I have ever known, you'll never write more than one book and grocery lists!" The flimsy door banged shut, leaving behind the...
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The Christmas Charm by Francesca Quarto
The small box was likely hidden under the larger gifts scattered around the festively decorated tree. It had been over fifty years, but finding it represented the most important part of Christmas for the old lady. She soon tired of searching, sitting...