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THE appalling news which appeared in aU the morning papers had fortunately not interfered with the attendance at Mrs. Morrison's concert in the Herbert Memorial School-house, Churlington. War-^War-War-that was the word that thundered from headline to headline in every paper. To glance at the headlines on any page of any paper was enough to bring before one's eyes, as in a panoramic picture, the lurid details of a campaign. The large black capitals, three words to a line, had surely the semblance of a battery of heavy guns, and the tall thin letters a little lower down in the array of headlines had all the precision of a troop of light horse carrying lances erect but looking wickedly ready to be lowered for the charge. Anyone reading between the lines-the serried ranks of the suggestive headlines-would have perceived the many details of an army corps above the marching myriads of infantry in even columns of " long primer " or " brevier."
Solve a murder, save her mother, and stop the apocalypse? No problem. She has a foul-mouthed troll on her side. For Austin homicide detective Leira Berens, happy is running down bad guys and solving crimes. And she’s damn good at it. Which is why when the Light Elf prince is murdered, the king breaks a centuries old treaty and crosses between worlds to seek her help. Wait a min...
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