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Darklings is Here!

This blog is interrupted for a special announcement.

3-Mice Productions proudly presents its second novel this year--Darklings by C.D. Davis.  This is C.D. Davis' debut novel with plenty more to come.  You'll be drawn into the little seen world behind the walls of opera houses and grand palazzos where mice and other creatures of the night scamper into danger and thwart all manner of evil plots. With original illustrations for each chapter by C.D., you'll be charmed by this tale of intrigue, danger, and a touch of romance for ages 10 and up.


Book Description: Gabriella Caprella, a young mouse with a singing voice like an angel, travels from her home in 1912 New York City to beautiful Venice to claim her inheritance as the new Contessa d’Asiago. With the help of her friend, the bat Mercurio, she fends off murderous relatives, would-be vampire bats, and persistent suitors, while learning to be a contessa worthy of the House d’Asiago and dreaming of singing at Il Gran Teatro La Sala, Venice’s most famous opera house. Gabriella’s life becomes even more complicated when she discovers her relationship with Mercurio, son and heir of King Icaruso (sworn enemy of creatures of earth and of the House d’Asiago especially), extends beyond mere friendship. Will Gabriella escape the devious assassination plot? Will Mercurio end up in the canals of Venice or banished or worse?

Now available in the 3-Mice E-store and Amazon, Darklings is a great gift for that hard-to-buy-for young teen or for yourself.  An entertaining read, you won't be disappointed.

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Anonymous said…
Suspense and human drama kept the old shows interesting. How'd we go from there to the gruesome films of today? Interesting post!

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