Dolores Stewart Riccio
Born
in Boston, Massachusetts, The United States
February 23, 1931
Died
May 21, 2017
Genre
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Circle Of Five (A Cass Shipton Mystery, #1)
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Charmed Circle (A Cass Shipton Mystery, #2)
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published
2003
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4 editions
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The Divine Circle of Ladies Making Mischief (A Cass Shipton Mystery #3)
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published
2005
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4 editions
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The Divine Circle of Ladies Courting Trouble (Cass Shipton, #4)
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published
2002
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6 editions
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The Divine Circle of Ladies Playing with Fire (A Cass Shipton Mystery #5)
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published
2009
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2 editions
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The Divine Circle of Ladies Rocking the Boat (A Cass Shipton Mystery #6)
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published
2009
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3 editions
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The Divine Circle of Ladies Tipping the Scales (A Cass Shipton Mystery #7)
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published
2010
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3 editions
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The Divine Circle of Ladies Painting the Town (A Cass Shipton Mystery #8)
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published
2011
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3 editions
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The Divine Circle of Ladies Digging the Dirt (A Cass Shipton Mystery, #9)
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published
2013
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2 editions
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The Divine Circle of Ladies Burning Their Bridges (A Cass Shipton Mystery, #10)
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published
2014
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3 editions
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“Wind plays the drums of snow...
staccato taps,
crescendo off the roofs,
flourish of shuddering branches.
Ice snaps its castanets,
its daggers.
Atonal music of the darkest days
needs the most fearless,
subtle listeners.
*
Those strumming flamenco
fingers of sunlight
are a long time away from now.
Now we go comforted
in dreams and ceremonies,
flaming our star-speck candles,
raising our voices against that other music,
drowning out the forever
at night’s heart.
*
Look up! The wheel is turning.
The spectacular crowd of stars,
the tangle of dimensions
jostle for our attention.
Salute the birth of everything holy.
"At the Winter Solstice”
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staccato taps,
crescendo off the roofs,
flourish of shuddering branches.
Ice snaps its castanets,
its daggers.
Atonal music of the darkest days
needs the most fearless,
subtle listeners.
*
Those strumming flamenco
fingers of sunlight
are a long time away from now.
Now we go comforted
in dreams and ceremonies,
flaming our star-speck candles,
raising our voices against that other music,
drowning out the forever
at night’s heart.
*
Look up! The wheel is turning.
The spectacular crowd of stars,
the tangle of dimensions
jostle for our attention.
Salute the birth of everything holy.
"At the Winter Solstice”
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“And hand in hand, on the edge of the sand, They danced by the light of the moon… Edward Lear”
― The Divine Circle of Ladies Painting the Town
― The Divine Circle of Ladies Painting the Town








































