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THE CURSE OF KALI is a historical fiction set in 19th century India by Audrey Blankenhagen. The exotic beauty of India, her British rulers living in splendid isolation; the opulence and intrigue of a Muslim Royal Court; the machinations of a sinister cult of Kali; the horrors of the Indian Mutiny: are the themes woven into the rich backcloth of ?THE CURSE OF KALI?. In this turbulent setting are a man and a woman whose destinies are inextricably linked, their love yearning to flower despite every obstacle. For more information visit http://www.audreyblankenhagen.co.uk. ...
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