Dearest readers, whichever of you still pass through here--
My sincerest apologies for dropping out of dA existence and even deeper regrets that I did not and likely will not be finishing my Goebbels work in progress.
However. If you're interested in reading a story set in the 1950s Paris (and other locations likely) involving blood, luxury, officers, mafia, lovely ladies, dashing gentlemen, and all the rest of life's finest pleasures, direct your attention to
EAUX DE VIE
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It's co-written with Hene and all off-the-cuff; nothing is planned and neither of us knows more about the other's characters