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In a Vancouver flower shop I found a sign justifying one of my favourite activities: "Where you want to be is where you go when you daydream."


My daydreams blend the faces and voices, the scents and tastes of people around me into the people who live in my fictional world, and telling their dreams and nightmares... that is where I want to be.


What pathways have I followed to find that world? I've decorated wedding cakes and store windows, raised cats and rabbits, delivered newspapers, taught languages, trained teachers and written one poem that won $500. I've danced, painted portraits, played Caliban in "The Tempest", and when I was twelve fed my dad and brother angel food cakes made from scratch twice a week for six weeks.


Dreams are made of all that stuff, the stuff of life. Prospero was right.

Seven years, and finally he had found her. He knew every curve of her body. From inside the bar he watches Jasmine spin and shimmy to the throb of the music. Her blue skirt swirls like water around her. He touches the cold silver of the bracelet in his pocket, Carla’s bracelet. After the dance he will give it to her, she will wear it and she will dance for him, just for him….


Musician and belly dancer Diana Taylor performs several times a week at a friend’s Kitsilano restaurant. One night her bewitching dancing attracts the attention of a psychopath who is searching for Carla -- the woman he loves, lost, and now hates, and who still controls his twisted world. Jasmine becomes his latest Carla, and like all of the others, he wants to possess her, making her a shrine to her memory in a grotesque and deadly ritual.


Diana's death opens a Pandora’s Box of unsolved crimes: other women, many of them dancers, who have died in suspicious circumstances. Can the Vancouver Vice Squad find the serial killer before he kills again?



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Read an excerpt from

Chapter 1   &  Chapter 2




“You dance, and I hurt from so much beauty...

 quicksilver you move and change

 audacious   sensual

boyish   intangible


You dance, and I ache.

     puppet-master over bone and sinew

      grace and power encased in flesh

     a tiger in human form


You dance, and I hunger.

     some unquenchable light pours forth from within you

     fuelled by some inexhaustible power source

     that feeds your indescribable strength


You tear out pieces of my soul.


Marion Lovelace

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